Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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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

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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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Havergal College Magazine lying awake in bed when I might have been asleep. My brother had better luck than I had and slept till the regular breakfast hour. At noon I got up and made my toilet. While I was dressing I read my Spectator for a while, and did a little em- broidery- — not that it will be any good, for I shall never finish it. I do think the fashion of dressing the hair so high is very becoming to me, and I must certainly buy some of the new patches in the shape of animals. I think they are most elegant. I put on my white satin with the cherry-coloured petticoat and ribbons and wore my new hood. It was then time to go to the ladies ' coffee house, so I was taken there in my chair, and my brother went to his. I stayed there hoping that somebody would notice my new dress, but I was not fortunate. I am going to a big ball to-night, so I must leave at least three hours for dressing. GRACE HTNCH, Form IV. OVERHEARD IN MY GARDEN. When I was walking in my garden one day, I heard a great whispering and scolding among the flowers. I stopped to listen and this is what I heard. [I discovered when I had listened awhile that they were quarrelling as to who should be chosen to be Queen of the Flowers.] I will be Queen, said a bright red Tulip proudly, for I am Queen of the Tulips, so of course I shall be Queen of the Flowers. As for that, said a tall, white Lily, I am Queen of the Lilies, but I could not be Queen of the Flowers, for there are among my family many who are not perfect or unselfish. It doesn ' t matter what we think, said a pure white Pansy, softly. But I think the Rose will be chosen, for is she not the flower of England? Well, what of that? cried another Lily. We are the flowers of France, and we have as much right to be Queen of the Flowers as the Rose — proud thing! ended the Lily, with a sniff. The Thistle is the emblem of Scotland! snapped a Snap- dragon, crossly, so that has nothing to do with it. At this all the other flowers began to quarrel so loudly that I left them. But as I was curious to know which was chosen for Queen (it being my private opinion that it would be the Rose), I went back next day and heard the flowers speaking of it. I could hear nothing at first, for they were all talking at once, but at last I managed to hear this : Just fancy! said one, the Pansy being Queen of the Flowers ! ' ' I ' m sure I don ' t see why, said a second. 50