Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Havergai College Magazine thing. They would eat dry bread but no butter, and they tried to make our maid understand that they did not want any butter on the bread that she was kind enough to get for them, by calc.i- ing hold of her arms. But she was so frightened at the crowd that had come into the house that she fled and left them. They finally went out of the house soon after seven o ' clock, but they did not go far — they lay down for the night in the fields around. All night they lay and chanted hymns to most mournful melodies. In the morning they moved on to the next town. On ac- count of their scanty food and clothing, many of them were out of their minds, and these were tied to poles carried by two of the stronger men. They were such a crowd that, on arriving at a small town, they easily frightened the people, and as they said they received messages from Heaven to burn different towns the people readily consented to give them anything to save their homes. The following day many passed by our house who had deserted the company, and were wending their way homewards. About a week later we heard that the police had captured them and put them on the train by force and had sent them back to their homes. GLADYS KENSINGTON, Lower Form V. FORE-THOUGHTS. I shall be glad when I start to school, To learn how to read, to write and to spell ; I mean to keep to every rule, And always arrive on the stroke of the bell. Not one bad mark will I get through the year, And returned lessons I will have none ; To my teacher ' s voice I will listen, and hear The word of praise for good work done. MARGARET BANFIELD, Shell Form. SAILING. The most exciting sport in summer, to my mind, is sailing. It seems to give more pleasure than anything else, especially when the waves are high. At our summer home in St. Lambert, about seven of us used to go for a sail up the St. Lawrence River every Saturday afternoon. We had a particular spot on the beach where we 47

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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

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Havergal College Magazine always went for our picnics. The French farmers thought we were gipsies, and as soon as they caught sight of us used to lock their doors. I can quite understand their taking us for gipsies from the manner in which we prepared our supper and gathered around the camp fire. We very seldom went below the Victoria Bridge because the current is so swift there ; and in another part of the river, too, we had to be very careful as there are three huge rocks, known as the Three Sisters. We looked upon them as enemies and tried to keep out of their way, for if we had happened to land on one we should have been utterly helpless. We did go below the bridge one day, and came to a place where it was pretty deep. Suddenly the boat began to spin round and round. I was holding the jib, and had all I could do to change the ropes quickly enough. We were just learning to sail the boat by ourselves, and my uncle had only just time to jump up and grab the tiller and the mainsail, and prevent her from capsizing. We were all rather frightened, for we were very nearly in the water. The beauty of a sail-boat is that it will hold so many people ; we have had as many as ten in ours. We are going to St. Lambert again this summer, and hope to spend many more such Saturdays. MARION ROSEVEAR, Shell Form. THE PLAINT OF THE DESK. Wash me not because thou must Eyeing me with sore disgust ! And smearing o ' er my faithful face A scratchy rag in hurried race Thy meal to gulp ; ' Twill lie like pulp Ton thy digestion and thy heart That thou hast not fulfilled thy part And left me clean. All year I ' ve been Thy ally true in all thou ' st done, I ' ve shielded thee more times than one ; Full oft I ' ve borne thy heavy weight, On other woes I ' ll not dilate, Nor longer sigh, But wipe my eye And crave from thee this only boon That ere thou leav ' st on Friday noon, My ink washed off, my charms enhanced, Thou It scour me o ' er the best thou canst. 48