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

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Grammarian Staff Front Row: Belinda Smith, Linda Peers, Peter Dawson, Heather Maclvor, John Embil Middle Row: K. Silver, Laura Cameron, Kate Lazier, Ken Nathanson, Ian Megill, Andrew MacKee, T. Brownlow Back Row: Mary Langille, Chris Caines, Charles Mingo, Andrew Welch, Ranald Sinclair Editorial Board Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor Photographic Editor Staff Photographers Literary Editor Assistant Literary Editor Business Managers Graphics Advisor Aides Board Advisors Mary S. Langille Kate Lazier Charles H. Mingo John Embil M. Kenneth Nathanson Ranald Sinclair Christopher Caines Laura Cameron Andrew McKee Linda Peers Peter F. Dawson Heather Maclvor Ian Megill Belinda Smith Andrew P. Welch D. T. Brownlow K. Silver — 7 —

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Staff Front Row: O. Scibior, A. Smith, L. Murray, M. Didier, K. Silver, R. Aterman, N. Scobbie Middle Row: A. von Maltzahn, I. Spencer, J. Lancaster, P. Montgomery, B. Faught, T. Brownlow Back Row: S. Lewis, L Andrews, G. Masse Absent: R. C. Keirstead, V. Kemp, K. DeGrasse, R. Naud, P. Smith

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Editress ' Message Why would anyone allow herself to become editress of the grammarian? This is an intriguing question which I have been pondering for some time. After a serious consultation with two prominent theorists on erratic adolescent behavior, vis., Dr. K. Silver and Dr. K. Nathanson, both of whose opinions I esteem highly, I concluded that the two fundamental reasons for her doing so are: (1) a Hitler-like hunger for power and (2) stupidity. The hunger for power reason is easily enough understood; after all, everyone knows there are approximately twelve people on the Grammarian staff subordinate to the editress, each one anxious and willing to perform any task of which the editress wishes completion. These twelve diligent individuals salute the editress whenever they perceive her noble features, foremost among them her beak, in the corridors; they immediately silence them- selves whenever the editress enters the same room which they occupy and, upon seeing that the editress has decided to grace them with her empress-like presence, they say respectfully Good day, Your Editorial Grace . What wonderful tributes are paid to the deserving person of the editress each day! What praise and what immeasurable loyalty an editress must feel from her underlings! You may be asking at this point but where does stupidity enter the whole matter? Surely one is not to be called stupid, but to be quite envied and honoured for holding the illustrious position of editress. One only learns how stupidity is involved after actually experiencing chief- editorship on the Grammarian, as I did. Did those aforementioned individuals rush to carry out any of my orders? HA! The matter is laughable; far be it from any of those twelve sub- ordinates to dirty their hands with menial year book labour. Indeed, it was the down- trodden editress who was forced to execute or supervise each task and all the while seething, trying to control her rage at such incompetence. When one of those staffers discerned my image in the halls more often than not it was greeted by a low grumbling of Oh no... the slave-driver again and salutes were very rare indeed. Did those individuals hush when I entered a room in which a Grammarian meeting was about to occur, or rather explode? No — they continued bickering amongst themselves, obviously unaware that a supreme being had entered their midst. These people are completely without gratitude. Why, when I suggested the Grammarian be devoted entirely to me, page after page of glowing tributes and flattering photographs, they laughed. What audacity, what thanklessness! After the apparent worth- lessness of my first suggestion I humbly recommended that we would only effect a small change in my favour; we would change the name of the year book from the Grammarian to the Gram-MARY-an but still my suggestion was greeted by boos and jeers. Thus, I have examined the two basic reasons for allowing myself to dirty my name with the title of editress. My advice to any unsuspecting individual, who finds herself being nonchalantly asked, Would you like to become assistant editress for the Grammarian? (for this is where the whole scandal starts, my friends,) scream NO , slash your wrists, join a religious order, or become a history professor — but never, under any circumstances, say YES . Despite my complaining, which is only in fun, there were a few caring and helping souls who eased somewhat the burden of editorship — thank you Mr. Montgomery, Dr. T. Brownlow, and, especially. Miss K. Silver. I am also eternally grateful to the industrious and enthusiastic staff of the Grammarian who are responsible for the creation of this terrific year book. Almost at the end of my tether, Mary S. Langille, Editress — 8 —