Saltus Grammar School - Yearbook (Hamilton, Bermuda)

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26 like any fish I knew, it was more that twice the size of my uncle, the white whale. There were dirty -white things dangling from it. There were twelve of these fastened in groups of four to long things like reeds. Around the sides were short stubby objects like pipes that foul smelling water flows through in to the water near where humans live. The object was made of a strong substance. All the time I could see more and more of it. I knew that this Sultana would rot and then be nothing but a heap of coral. W. HAYWARD, Form IV L. The Dollar and the Cent A big silver dollar and a little brown cent, Rolling along together they went: Rolling along the flat sidewalk, When the dollar remarked, for dollars can talk — You poor little cent, you cheap little mite, I ' m bigger than you are and twice as bright, I ' m worth more than you a hundredfold. And written on me in letters quite bold Is a famous motto from the American creed — In God We Trust ' , so all may read. Yes, I know, s aid the cent, I ' m a cheap little mite, I ' m not very big, nor good, nor bright, And yet, said the cent with a meek little sigh, You don ' t go to church as often as I . P. S. SCUPHAM, Form Upper VI. Fasten safety belts for landing! Roger . The Javelins (Knuan) circled lower, and lower, then, with a land- ing which would have made any sergeant instructor scream with fury, bumped to a standstill. The pilot, a tall dark good-looking Yank jumped out quickly followed by his navigator, I ' m glad to get out of the air. Chasing ' saucers ' makes me nervous . The navigator ignored the remark Let ' s get over to the mess- hall and have some tea. As they entered the building, a pilot grinned

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25 could be transported all over the world. Although the mine is no longer in use the rails are still there and there is a truck on them. When I came home for the holidays I longed to explore around the mine, and as it was forbidden to go near the mine I arranged with my pal, Bill Blake, to go there when his and my parents went out at the same time. At last our luck came. It was on a Wednesday afternoon when we set out. I was carrying a torch and Bill had written a note telling where we had gone. Soon we reached the mine and began to explore. We got into the coal truck and Bill, who liked fiddling with things, pulled a lever. This must have been a brake because the truck started rolling and we were too terrified to jump out or to stop the truck. We saw the gaping mouth of the mine in front of us then all became pitch black. There was a thud when we reached the bottom of the slope and we were hurled clear of the truck which overturned. We got up and I felt for my torch, it was not broken and it seemed heavenly to see a light again. We started on up the slope which we had just come down until we came to a fork and we decided to take the right hand side of it. We must have taken the wrong turning because we found ourselves in a maze of passages so, as we could not get out, we sat down and went to sleep. Sometime later we were awakened by a light shining into our faces and we saw it was a rescue party. We were then informed that we had been in the mine for 10 hours. This certainly was a narrow escape. P. HILLIER, Form IV L. The Sinking Ship As I finned my way through the dark water, I noticed the bodies of my friends all around me. As we went on our way I gasped at what appeared to be a wooden object coming down from above and the thing that puzzled me was the strange looking holes in it. I was afraid at first but then I threw what fear I had in my mind away. I decided to investigate the object. On the side of the thing was inscribed Sultana . The object did not look

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27 at them. Hi! Wasted twelve hours fuel again? was his affection- ate greeting. You ' saucer-boys ' certainly send up the taxes while you have fun chasing what isn ' t there. I wouldn ' t be too sure, returned the navigator in a quiet, reason- able tane. Personally I used to think there was nothing in it. Weath- er balloons, cloud formations, optical illusions — they could be one of a hundred reasonable things. However, something came to a head this afternoon that may change your mind too. It started nearly ten years ago when the Carona sighted a volcanic island one hundred and fifty miles north of Midway. Its sides were covered with brush and scrub. Three professors and a doctor with equipment, were landed there for a brief survey. Two days later when nothing had been heard from them another boat was sent ashore, which found a lone survivor. He died soon after they got him, back to the ship but not before he had managed to tell the others, Beware of x 2 p z. Watch out for 31 ' Green Lightning ' . Suddenly ' Green Lightning ' struck the cabin where he was lying. A thick haze filled the room and when the air cleared the m,an ' s body and his equipment were gone. Then as if by magic, a clay slate ap- peared on the deck. On it were these words, I, Professor Jefferson, and I Professor Schmidt died on the nineteenth of August, 1947. The captain stared unbelievingly at the slate then shouted, It ' s in their own handwriting. Green Lightning struck again and all the men except two of us were knocked unconscious and never remembered those three days. Joe and I (we were the only ones who weren ' t knocked out) told the captain but he didn ' t believe us. After that we had a very rough voy- age home and when we reached the Gulf of Mexico we nearly collided with a tornado, and then off Puerto Rico a hurricane caught up with us and we got into port in the eye of another hurricane. Joe disap- peared shortly after reporting these mysterious happenings to the government. Now I have told you all that I need. You know the rest. How does that connect up with flying saucers or this afternoon? Well, today we were less than a hundred yards from one of the saucers. I looked through my binoculars, didn ' t I captain? That ' s true, the pilot affirmed gravely.