Halifax Grammar School - Grammarian Yearbook (Halifax, Nova Scotia Canada)

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Prep School Literature THE KING OF THE BEASTS The King with his golden mane, His bite can bring great pain. The King! The King! Make room for the King ! The jungle ' s animals sing. His roar is great As he fights for his mate. His head is held high, And the women just sigh. The King of the Beasts, When hungry, he feasts. He ' s brave and he ' s bold; He ' s fierce, I am told. Jennifer Badley, P. 5 THOMAS ' CLASSES Thomas sat there twiddling his thumbs Unable to do his long division sums. History he was failing, English, behind he was trailing. In Geography he was fretting About the bad marks he was getting. But in music he was ahead by far; Of the music class he was the star! Nancy Mingo, P. 5 STORM When the wind blows hard Against the window pane. You know, of course, You ' re in for a storm. When the rain beats hard. Against the door, You know, of course. You ' re in for a storm. The door sort of speaks. While the window rattles in the wind. They tell you, of course, You ' re in for a storm. If you ' re in a ship. Or maybe a plane. Watch out; You ' re in for a storm. The storm has bounds. You know, of course. But if you hear these sounds, You ' re in for a storm. Michael Dickey, P. 5

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UKELELE GROUP First Row: A. Roscoe, A. Badley, J. Badley, C. Gallant Second Row: I. Macleod, D. Knox, L. Risley CHOIR First Row: J. Badley, C. Gallant, A. Roscoe, L. Risley, K. Harris, B. Reese, C. Shandl Second Row: R. Sinclair, H. Maclvor, T. Schandl, C. Belitsky, D. Knox, L. Steinberg, C. Mingo, C. Caines, R. Smith, J. Embil 24

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THE MOON The moon is silvery, shiny, and bright, High up in the heavens like a fluorescent kite ; The moon comes up at early dusk, And shines in the sky like corn in its husk; The moon has a husband who shines in the day. And little suns and daughters that like to play ; The moon may look beautiful from way down here, But it doesn ' t look too nice when you get too near. Mark Russell, P. 6 A SUNSET The night is coming, the day is ending. The sun is slipping beyond the horizon. Clouds pink, purple, and blue go sailing by; Yellow, orange, and red light up the sky. At last the light goes out. And in its place a twinkling star appears. Buffy Rees, P. 5 WHAT IF. . . What if moles played trombones? If elephants played French Horns? If zebras played the Zithers? If a pair of walruses played the drums? What would you do. . . .? Have a parade. William Roscoe, P. 6 SOMEWHERE ELSE All the way home, I kept wondering how I was going to explain this to my parents. I had to go back; I just couldn ' t leave him. Trees, swords, and fighting men raced by as I galloped back to the cave. Having secured my horse, I fought my way to the place where Daniel was unconscious. Picking him up, I took a detour out of the cave to my horse waiting behind a clump of bushes. A great banquet awaited us. We were eating our fill when a guard ran in and cried, Hurry! Make haste for the castle is under siege. For a moment we were stunned. Then we all rushed to our places remembering the danger. Soon the clap of metal rang through the castle as the swords met in combat. On the battlements, I was fighting for my life with an enemy. I was almost falling over the side. A quick slash to his side and off he fell, jabbing me in the leg in the process. After my wound was bandaged I went to the court magician who sent me to my world. Now, walking home how do I explain my absence, my dagger, and my wound? Christopher Caines, P. 4 SUN Golden shafts of sun flash Like long stretches of gold. The air seems golden; It is day Duffy Knox, P. 4