Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Havergal College Magazine UT710T SUMMER FUN Now that winter ' s gone and past, We have summer here at last; On the sidewalk we hear skipping, Little feet and laughter rippling. When the holidays have come, And high time it is for fun, Some off to the lakes go humming, Thinking of the good times coming. Then, hurrah for our hest sports, Swimming, diving of all sorts ; And launching sometimes is great fun, In the shade and in the sun. When there are regattas gay, People watching while Ave play ; And those joining in the races Are all aglow with happy faces. Xow the holidays are over, And a new leaf we turn over; Back to school again we fly To shun hack marks in vain we try. (We hope they do.— Ed.) Hermioxe Blackwood, Form IV. Pupil (who supposes the mistress, who has dictated at least twenty-five words, to he a hit of a mind reader) : ' ' Would you please pronounce the words did not get ? 52

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Havergal College Magazine ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS N.B. — Anonymous complaints or requests will not receive atten- tion. Do not waste ink, paper and time criticising other writ- ers. Questions regarding card-playing are not solicited in this department. B.C. — -Yes, the Bursar ' s office is often used as a pound. A worm ' s eye view can be obtained from floor of front hall, but we understand that the keyhole will shortly be enlarged to meet a growing demand. Small P. — No ; rice pudding is not served at the junior table every other day, but, as at Government House, on alternate Mon- days and Thursdays. Fifth Special. — Try salt or socla baths. Mustard improves the colour. Salt need not be rubbed on tails, as with sparrows, but gentle friction with fountain pen speedily restores animation. Holyrood. — The stain of Rizzio ' s life-blood still attracts tourists to this venerable pile. Similar effects can be produced on any oak floor at less cost, and with equally lasting results. Ad- dress, enclosing stamp for reply, Upper Third Form. M.C. — Your lots are worth $5 a foot. Only fair holding. There is little chance of a rise in that district. Cubicles. — The best view of visitors entering front hall is from landing above telephone box, either at full length, with head between balusters, or on hands and knees. Explain to Duty Mis- tress that you are getting a drink, and she will probably let you take your rest hour there. Exquiker. — Never send a query without your name and ad- dress. The father, mother, brother or sister of any person who has contracted the habit of eating ice-cream to excess, or any two clergymen or justices of the peace, may require the inspector for the district under the Ice-Cream License Act to forbid the sale of ice-cream to the person named. One sad day towards the end of March, Miss Iiolditch fell ill with a disease called Warch. Naturally doctors don ' t call it this ; But to invent a disease must reallv be bliss ! 51

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Havergal College Magazine A CHAT IN THE PASTURE In Mr. Porter ' s lovely old pasture, under the shade of a big tree, stood a pretty little pony and a big white horse. My master, the pony was saying, sold me to a man who had a little girl named Peggy. The first morning she rode me I knew I would not like her, for she hit me with a thing they call a crop, and her hand was heavy on my bit. When I came in I was very hot and they gave me water to drink. In the afternoon the mistress of the house came out to look at me. About a week after that I was standing in my stall when the horse next to me began kicking the wall. I could smell smoke. Then a man came into my stall, put something over my eyes and led me out. I could hear a nasty crackling sound. Lady, the big black horse, got badly burnt and she had to be shot. The next day I was taken to a livery stable and a man came in to look at me ; he examined me carefully and talked with my master about buying me. In the afternoon 1 was brought here and since then I have been very happy. Just then the groom came into the pasture and took me into the stable. Kate Rowley, (Age 11). Upper Third Form. ADVENTURES OF A BOX OF CHOCOLATES I was a five-pound box of chocolates in Eaton ' s Store. I had been there quite a long while, as I was too big. One morning 1 was bought by some ladies. As I was wrapped up I could not see, but when the paper was removed I discovered that we were in a room which was moving. Soon I heard someone say it was a train. In the after noon there were only a dozen candies left. About five o ' clock I saw the ladies getting on their hats and I was afraid they would leave me behind, and, sure enough, they went away without me ! Soon I heard a little girl say to her grandpa, See, grandpa, they have left those candies, can I have them ? Yes, my dear, said the old gentleman. It was soon time to leave the train and we had to wait at the station and when the little child and her grandfather went away, they forgot me. I lay there for a Avhole hour, when in came a little ragged boy who took me home to his sick sister. I am happy now, but I am still here. G. M. Hixcii, Upper Third Form. Age 12. 53