Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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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

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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 foTrns i.jt.hl.jjt L?weiv4J THE SCOTT BLOCK FIRE. Several of us who were attending the dentist last term, had a very exciting experience. Dr. Curry ' s office was on the fourth floor of the Scott Block, and we were doing our homework while waiting for Dr. Curry. When somebody called out Fire! Fire! we jumped up from our seats, leaving our coats, hats and books behind, and rushed down the stairs. The smoke was already rising up from them. We arrived safely at the bottom and ran out at the door. Everybody was running to and fro, carrying out their ledgers and account books. We watched the fire from the outside. The dentist got all his patients safely out before he thought of himself. Dr. Moffatt, the assistant dentist, went back to get some books, but by this time the stairs were a sheet of fire and his office was full of smoke. The dentist rushed to the window, but the wires prevented the firemen from getting the ladders to them. Dr. Moffatt, seeing no other way of escape, jumped into a life net and was picked up unconscious. Dr. Curry hung from the window sill with the fire bursting out of his office window. He hung there till the firemen, with much difficulty, rescued him by means of the ladder. His hair was singed and his hands burned. The fire by this time was far beyond control. The firemen worked very hard at it for some hours, and at last it was ex- tinguished, but not before the block had been practically de- stroyed. DOLLY PEATT, Form IV. A PAGE FROM THE DIARY OF A FASHIONABLE LADY IN THE TIME OF QUEEN ANNE. May 31st. It was a horrible rainy day to-day. The thunder awoke me at a prodigious early hour ; imagine being awake at nine o ' clock in the morning! Could not go to sleep again, so I had my breakfast then instead of at 10.30. I stayed in bed till nearly noon, drinking chocolate. It was not very pleasant 49