Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Havergal College Magazine After this we had only two more miles to drive, and soon saw the mission. I was much surprised to see so large a place, as one rather expected to see tents scattered about, and a hut for the missionary. There was, however, a two-storey house for the residence and classrooms, a large stable, a hospital and other buildings, besides large fields for sports. The missionary could not take us through the residence, but we went up to a large room where he kept his Indian things, and he showed us some lovely beadwork. At eleven o ' clock we went to church, and when the bells chimed, in came the boys and girls, two and two, and took their places, some in the choir, some in the band, and the rest formed the con- gregation. They sang in English and used The Book of Common Prayer and Hymns Ancient and Modern. After the service we stayed in church while the band played to us. Their music was written on a board, and they used instruments something like a flute and a drum, and very peculiar music it was. The girls were dressed very queerly. Some had summer dresses and winter hats, and others winter clothes, straw hats and white shoes and stockings. Their style of hair-dressing was funny, too. The smallest girls had their hair done up on the tops of their heads, while the big girls left theirs loose. After church we had dinner, and had to start almost at once for the long drive home. It was an enjoyable visit that I shall never forget, and I hope to go again some time and see over the buildings we omitted to inspect. Adelina Henderson, Lower Fifth Form. UNCLE BOB. The Havergal line may often be seen taking their constitu- tional down Smith Street to Uncle Bob ' s. This is a morning walk, as it is not very far. Uncle Bob is a cobbler, well patronized by our girls, who generally visit him with a badly-damaged boot under one arm and skates under the other. When we say visit, we do not mean that we all go into his shop, for Uncle Bob ' s place of business is very small — some- what resembling a rabbit-hutch, and we would have some difficulty in getting in. 49

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Havergal College Magazine THE LADY OF SHALOTT In The Lady of Shalott, Tennyson has given to the world one of the most beautiful and musical poems of English literature. His descriptions especially are very real — so graphically are the scenes described that we immediately form the pictures in our own minds of the lady in the lonely tower, spinning by night and day, of Sir Lancelot riding by with his armour, and the villagers passing on the way to Camelot. There is something very fascinating in the mystery which sur- rounds the heroine. The poet does not tell us why this lovely woman is a captive in the isolated tower, or what spell she is under, but leaves it to our own imaginations. We are shown how strong is the craving for love and human companionship ; how the woman who was not moved or excited by any of the sights reflected in her mirror was aroused when she saw the knights riding two by two, or the young lovers strolling in the moonlight. Her death is very picturesque, and a fitting close to a strange, unnatural life. We see the barge floating down the willow-shadow- ed river, and on it, dressed in purest white, the Lady of Shalott singing her last song. And Lancelot, who has innocently been the cause of her death, when he sees her is strangely drawn to her, as she has l een to him. Altogether, this is a very beautiful little poem, full of musical rhythm and lovely thoughts. Kathlyn B. Hinton, Shell Form. MY VISIT TO AN INDIAN RESERVE MISSION. Two years ago I went to visit some friends on a ranch near McLeod. On Easter Sunday we got up very early with the inten- tion of attending service at the Mission Church of the Indian Re- serve, at some distance from the ranch. We drove about fourteen or fifteen miles over bare country, seeing a few cows and horses and numerous wild animals. Soon we came to a river, and as it is never safe to ford rivers in spring, our driver stopped to see where it looked shallowest. Just then an Indian boy came up and told us it was quite safe, and, to show us, laughingly went over first. It was a deep river, and we had to stand on the seats and hold up our provisions to keep them from getting wet, as the wagon was full of water. 48

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Havergal College Magazine Just the ones who are fortunate enough to have a worn-out boot or dull skates are allowed to enter. The others wend their way to Portage, to see busy people going to business. Then back they come and wait patiently — or impatiently, as the case may be — outside Uncle Bob ' s door until the more fortunate ones join them. Inside, he has a counter and stool, with stacks of boots, all sorts, sizes and colours, littered over the place. Everything is on a miniature scale, with the exception of Uncle Bob himself, who is a big, fat, jolly, talkative old Scotchman with a very broad accent. Indeed, his bright, cheerful countenance puts you in a good temper for the rest of the day, even though he never has your boot ready when you call for it ! In fact, Uncle Bob has become quite an institution, and in days to come, when we look back on old times and Havergal memories, our morning calls to the friendly cobbler on Smith Street will not be forgotten. Margaret Thompson. A FRAGMENT. (After Hiawatha ] In the classroom called the Fifth Form, Called the Lower Fifth, Big Schoolroom, Dwelt a class of twenty maidens, Twenty-two in all their number , Twenty-two not always present ; Girls of thirteen up to sixteen, Varied in their age, attainments, Figures, faces, forms and fashions, As the wild flowers on the prairie, As the leaves that fall in autumn. At their head an English teacher, Tall, severe and stern of feature, Very strict and very English ; Giving bad marks for a trifle — Coming late or leaving early — Talking when there should be silence- Silence when it is not golden — Careless work, neglected duties — Dirty blackboards, desks untidy. But for all they were united, 50