Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Havergal College Magazine more modern air prevails, but not jarringly so. The high-backed pews are relics of other days, as are the great oak beams sup- porting the ceiling, each holding in the middle a golden cherub, which looks gently down on the worshippers. Six beautiful stained glass windows let in the light on each side. The old high choir stalls, with overhanging canopies, suggest those of an old world cathedral. The communion table is of oak, as is also the prayer desk. A handsome brass lectern holds a large Bible, a gift of one of the members. These all join together to create that air of mingled dignity and devotion that so per- vades the whole church. And last, but not least, over all hangs the Meteor Flag of England and the Cross of St. George, the emblems of our Empire, whose ruler is Defender of the Faith. For forty years this House of God has been blessed by the wise care of Archdeacon Fortin. Long may he be spared to guide its destinies ! RUTH FAIRBAIRN, Form Upper V. AND IT WAS NOT HAVERGAL. I once, only once, was a hard working girl At a perfectly beautiful school ; ' Twas different from any that I ' d ever seen, Why, there was no such thing as a rule. If you didn ' t feel like it you didn ' t attend, And you never went there before noon; If by chance you got there at 11.45 You got bad marks for coming too soon. In school we would scarcely have opened our books AVhen dear teacher would frequently say, I ' m really afraid you are tiring yourselves, That will be quite enough for to-day. The girls who did home-work were promptly expelled, A sight of course not often seen ; The prizes were given to those who did least, And the contest was frightfully keen. There were prizes for talking the most in the class, And prizes for staying away; For forgetting your books, getting ink on your hands, Or otherwise getting too gay. I had just carried off every prize in the school, And life seemed to me quite a joke, When sad to relate, came a rap on my door, And alack and alas, I AWOKE. 45

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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

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Havergal College Magazine THE HOLY FAMILY. Painted by Sir Joshua Reynolds. This picture has four important people in it. The man, Joseph, has long white hair, a short nose, and a very broad face ; his appearance is noble and kind. He is of the Anglo-Saxon type, and not Jewish as the real Joseph was. He is sitting with his arms crossed and his head slightly bent, thinking of the work God had planned for him to do. His robe is dark red. The woman, Mary, who is half kneeling, is dressed in pink and blue. She is a slender English type of girl, graceful and sweet, with a kind and motherly expression. The two little boys, one repre- senting Christ and the other John the Baptist, have the round limbs of babyhood. Our Lord is leaning by His Mother ' s side; and John the Baptist is standing by himself looking at Him. A cloak is girt round him by a belt of camel ' s hair, and in his hands he is holding a staff with a scroll twisted round it, on which these words are written: Ecce Agnus Dei — Behold the Lamb of God. That tells us the difference between the two children. John does not lift his eyes to Christ, but looks down in a shy way ; while Christ looks boldly forward at him. He seems to say, You are he who shall go before me to pre- pare the way. The dark brown colour of the trees, the grey stone wall and the green grass form a contrast with the blue sky; and in the far distance is a grey-blue mountain, and a small pool of water shimmers through the trees. The way in which the colours blend together is very beautiful, and the whole makes a charm- ing picture to possess and to look at every hour of the day. C. MORTLOCK, Lower V. Form. THE DOUKHOBOR PILGRIMAGE. About seven years ago the Doukhobors in Canada, led by Peter Veregin, went on a march to look for Christ. They gave up all their clothes and food, their cattle and crops to God. They followed the Canadian Pacific Railway track in their line of march, and as at the time we w ere living only half a mile from the railroad, they made our house one of their stop- ping places. It was five o ' clock in the evening when we saw a company of five hundred coming towards the house. The leader was dressed to represent Christ, and several others to represent the Apostles and the Virgin Mary. They refused to eat any animal food and were living on the buds of the trees. They tried to make every one give up their property to God, and they wanted to convince us that we had too much of every- 46