Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Havergal College Magazine This case was discovered almost two hundred years ago by two boys of ten and twelve. They were playing near this part of the mountain when they suddenly discovered an opening in the rock. A winding passage was found to be there, and when author- ities were told of this matter, it was thoroughly searched and found to be a very interesting cave. The boys received about one thousand dollars for their claims in it. Later, more rooms were discovered and since then more wonderful stalactites and stalag- mites have been forming in the cave. The opening which these boys found was in such a direction as to receive the full gusts of wind, and the wind roared through the cave, filling it with queer noises and echoes. This was how the cave received its name, but that opening is now closed and a new opening has been made. The cave is formed into numerous rooms. One is a reception room where all of the visitors leave their cards. Another is the Old Maids ' Kitchen, and every spinster leaves a hairpin there. But of all the different divisions (there are at least a dozen) the Bridal Chamber seems the most delicate. Huge stalac- tites and stalagmites, formed so daintily that almost a touch breaks them, look like trees covered with hoar-frost. A small stalactite takes at least one hundred years to form, so the cave must have been in existence thousands of years ago. At first, torches were used to light the cave, but now a complete electric lighting system has been installed, and the lights are so arranged as to show the wonderful formations to the very best advantage. All through the cave there are strange and beautiful sights, but to tell of all of them would take too long — it is better to see them. RUTH WATSON, Upper V. Form. A HORSE RACE. With open nostrils, short-cropped manes, And heads held high with stately grace, A moment ' s pause, with tight-held reins, A lowered flag — and then the race. All forward dash with quickening stride, Each one attempts the rest to lead, Their strength is shown, endurance tried, Till one, the victor, does succeed. RUTH WATSON, Form Upper V 43

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Havergal College Magazine the little saws which bob up as the strip passes. Thus all the pieces are the same length. The strip passes on to a part of the mill where men catch them with their peevies, putting pine with pine, and cedar with cedar. They are hauled off by horses and piled in large squares to season in the sun, and that is the end of them before they are made into furniture, laths, etc, ended the lumberman. It was very interesting I thought, and every time I visit the town I generally take a walk to the mill. E. TODD, Form Upper V. WHICH ARE YOU? In a class of music pupils, One finds girls of every type. As in all the other branches There are never two alike. There ' s the girl who ' ll never practise, Seems to think there is no need ! Murders time and tune and fingering, Makes her teacher ' s heart to bleed. Then the girl who ' s conscientious, Doesn ' t tremble and look cowed; For she ' s sure of what she ' s doing, She has worked, and counts out loud. But the dearest girl to teach is — ( One with talent, you will cry). No! the one who ' s simply willing And makes up her mind to try. THE CAVE OF THE WINDS. One of the most interesting points in the West is the Cave of the AYinds, which is found not far from Manitou, Colorado. Leaving Manitou, one goes on a long, winding road of reddish colored sand stone, through the narrow ledges of William ' s Canon and up a mountain trail till an insignificant little curio store and waiting room is reached, and a guide is ready to take the different parties through the cave. 42

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Havergal College Magazine HOLY TRINITY. Amid the busy thoroughfares of Winnipeg stands one of the city ' s oldest churches, stately yet simple in its gothic architec- ture. Of plain grey stone, it points its turret heavenwards, a symbol of Christianity. Virginia creeper clings to its walls, covering them with soft green in summer and with ruddy sun- set tints in autumn, and all through the year with an air of romance. Their cold bare stems and twining tendrils in winter lend to it a dead solemnity and lonely appearance. There it stands, a monument of the past, calm and beautiful, a vivid contrast to the modern steel-constructed buildings on all sides. Robins and other birds twitter and sing in the branches of tall trees in the churchyard, or boldly hop on the walks, secure here from any molestation. It is indeed a world within a world. Up in the old wooden turret hangs a bell, which has pealed many Christmas greetings, happy Easter tidings and sad weird music to the bustling, busy, unheeding city. One enters the church through massive oaken doors with quaint carving and huge iron knockers and handles. Inside a 44