Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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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

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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 A TALE OF A FOX TERRIER I have a dog and his name is Peter. He has a curly tail and a lovely head. He plnmps down on the floor by the stove, and even knocks at the door, but we have found out his trick now. He runs after the cars and sometimes, when we are not looking at him, gets on them. He often comes to me in bed and snuggles about in the clothes. He likes playing with the kitten and makes rushes at it, and the kitten puts up his paw and scratches Peter. Alan Mozl-ey, Form II, aged 8. The Charge of the Light Brigade. A FLOWER STORY One morning I was taken out of a big bag and planted in a garden. I lay in darkness for a long time. Then, one bright sunny morning, I woke up to see the great World. I had two green leaves ; then I got bigger every day. In a few weeks I grew large and had a lovely pink flower and was what men call a Rose. Soon I was picked and taken to a florist ' s shop and I was put in a window. One day I was feeling very lonely to think I was doing no good in the world, when a little girl came in and bought me. Then she took me home to a poor sick lady and I was glad to think I was making somebody else happy. Dolly Peatt (12), Upper Third Form. 54