Saltus Grammar School - Yearbook (Hamilton, Bermuda)

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10 Poor ' Thunderbolt was quite bewildered, threw our noble Knight from the saddle, and ran for safety, so Sir Bedivere was left to kill the dragon after a long and grim battle. The beast slain, Sir Bedivere struggled into the open, to find Thunderbolt munching a patch of grass. The Knight then mounted, and rode away victorious. E. OUTERBRIDGE. By Air to Boston The most interesting journey I have ever taken was when I travelled by plane to Boston. I took off from Bermuda at three o ' clock in the afternoon, and arrived at New York at five in the evening. The trip from New York to Boston was the best part. I had never flown in an airplane before, and when I took off from New York I thought that it would be much the same as from Bermuda. Indeed, I felt the same, but leaving a brightly-lit airport made it seem very different. When the plane had climbed to about three thousand feet, and had levelled off, I asked the stewardess if I could go up into the pilot ' s cabin. After receiving permission, I entered, and was introduced to the pilot and co-pilot. While the co-pilot was flying the plane, Mike, the pilot, showed me where Boston lay in the maze of lights below. I shall never forget those lights; as the plane drew nearer to the city, I saw a multitude of colours below; neon lights flashing on and off, cars ' headlights moving down streets, streetlights blinking their signals to motorists, and the large white lights of the airport. When I landed, I was ushered into a large waiting-room adjoining the luggage-room. I claimed my property, and sat on the arm of a stuffed chair waiting for my uncle to come and fetch me. As I waited, I began to doubt if he would recognize me, because I was sure I could not pick him out from the crowd around me. Gosh, I said, I don ' t know what he looks like! for all I know, he might be the big fellow coming towards me now! The ' big fellow came over to me, slapped me on the back, and said, You must be Glen! I ' m your uncle Bob. My journey was over. PIERCE.

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9 Claiming that he had always been a person rather hard to convince, Mr. Misick nevertheless succeeded in convincing the House of the existence of the little men from beyond who came in flying saucers , and the motion was carried by eight votes. At the conclusion of the debate tea was served in the Assembly Hall. The society is grateful to Mr. Helm for his lively contributions in deb ate, and to both him and to Mr. J. A. Stubbs for their helpful co- operation in the Mock Court-Martial. OFFICERS FOR THE YEAR 1954-55 President Mr. J. H. Kerry Secretary Christmas Term - F. R. Snape Easter Term J. R. Talbot COMMITTEE W. R. Kempe, H. E. Outerbridge, H. G. F. Pierce, S. A. Williams, and the Secretary. Sir Bedivere Slays the Dragon Sir Bedivere, that noble knight of the Black Circle, was galloping his courageous steed Thunderbolt across a meadow on a fine summer day. Summer in England was a gay time for Sir Bedivere, as he loved the flowers and the sweet-scented grass. He suddenly brought Thunderbolt to a jolting stop, which nearly threw him out of his high-backed jousting saddle, and peered through his open visor at a peculiar burnt streak on the grass. Most mystified, he rode on until he came to a villager, sitting, sighing on the roadside, with his beautiful dappled mare, singed from head to foot, beside him. The villager told Sir Bedivere that a monstrous green dragon spitt- ing fire had done this. Sir Bedivere then understood how the grass became burnt. The Knight then waxed furious at the mischievous dragon for doing such damage, and he rode on, following a burnt path which lead over a stone wall, collapsed from the heat, a river still sizzling with steam, and a field of barley with a scorched track through it. Finally, he came to a cave, which was evidently the dragon ' s home. He entered, and blackness closed around him. Then he saw a flash of flame, heard a hideous screech, and the green monster charged at him.

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11 The Chamber of Horrors A library is normally an unexciting room, reminding one of one ' s ignorance and misspent years. At Saltus, it ia anything but that. Ad- ministered by a member of the staff known as The Bookworm , duo to his violent attacks upon that pestilential little caterpillar, and two henchmen, one distinguished by all the essential attributes of a Town Crier, this room is certainly the most dramatic centre of the school. It was early realized that it proved a convenient refuge for those who disliked fresh air, or wished to do each other ' s homework, and steps were taken. Eventually, there actually entered some who wished to read a book. Their sense of direction was elementary, witness the boy who, having been told where A was, and to follow the clock, returned some five minutes later with Please, Sir, I can ' t find J! That being so, it was most necessary to make the school familiar with a room containing books. The Upper School had a Quiz, the answers to which could only be obtained by searching the shelves; thus, to the surprise of many, it was found that the London Times had been present for weeks, that the illustrations to A. A. Milne ' s books were quite delightful, and that Bermuda actually had its own authors. Then there came the Extra Fatigue Squad, designed for the Habit- ual Evildoer. The Bookworm foolishly volunteered to accept a batch of these menaces, and week by week they arrived to do their worst. One week they would De-bug the books, but were found to be incap- able of recognising a bookworm when they had dislodged one; the next, they would be put on to gumming damaged books, the highspot being the earnest and regular attendant who succeeded in gluing together two volumes from different shelves, and the copy of the Times put on the table to protect its surface. The normal limit for retaining books is a week, in the interests of others; but we still have our dreamers, who discover that they Have kept two volumes for five weeks, and are faced by the equivalent of The National Debt. Our chief worry is the amount of empty space on the shelves, and how much better the room would look if all the Un- wanteds at home could be given to the school for the general good! THE BOOKWORM .