Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Havergal College Magazine Only a common Pansy! said the red Tulip scornfully; only a common Pansy! she repeated. A Maple that stood near (and sometimes gave his opinions to the flowers, who always listened respectfully because the Maple was so old and wise) now said: Do you know the ' Com- mon Pansy ' s other name? It is Heartsease, and if you want to know why the ' Common Pansy ' was chosen, think a minute. Who else spoke for another? Who else thought of the others ' good points? Even the Rose of England did not think it pos- sible for anybody but herself to be chosen Queen. But Heartsease loved everyone, and expected anybody but herself to be Queen; she said herself, that if she were judge, she would not know whom to choose because everyone was so good. Do you really wonder she was chosen? finished the Maple. This long and decidedly unexpected speech set the flowers thinking and made the modest Pansy blush. You are right, cried the Roses in chorus, after a minute. Yes! Yes! cried the rest, and the Pansy blushed harder than before and turned almost pink. I saw that not only had I missed part of the first argu- ment, but that I had also made a mistake in thinking that the Rose should be chosen for Queen. Not liking to be taught morals by a Maple, I went into the house, feeling as if I had just heard a sermon on unselfishness and love. After all, I think perhaps I had. MURIEL ANDREWS, Form IV. JINGLES FROM THE JUNGLES AND ELSEWHERE. The camel o ' er the desert goes, ■Little he cares where the water flows; He is stupid and stubborn and not very nice, But how can he help it? His back is up twice. R. P. A Rhinoceros stood on the bank of a stream, And a horrible thing was he ! With a horn on his nose and a very thin tail, And eyes you could hardly see ! R. P. What a funny long-necked thing you are, Nearly as tall as the trees; With many spots like blotches of tar, Munching green leaves in the breeze. D. S. The Tiger has stripes on his back, And I think they are usually black. He looks like a cat, But what a large rat, He would have to find for a snack. M. A. Form Upper in. 51

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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

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Havergal College Magazine THE CAPTAIN ' S CANARY. It is a well-known fact that seamen are very superstitious and often have pets and mascots on their boats. The captain of a boat I once crossed on told me the story of his pet canary, named Dick. Every time the captain crossed the ocean he took the canary with him. The poor little canary was blind in one eye and the captain told me he always felt very guiltily about it because it was he who was responsible for its blindness. The canary was very tame and the captain used to play with it. He would throw the canary away from him and it would fly back to him. Once the canary lost its balance and struck the wall and that was what blinded it. It was very cold when the captain was in Halifax the last time, and he left the electric heater on in his room, so that Dick would not be cold, and went down to dinner. Dick evidently was cold for he went down to the heater to warm himself. SomehoAV or other he got tangled up in the wires and could not get out. When the captain came up from dinner, he was dead. The captain took poor Dick home with him and buried him in his garden. His tombstone reads : Here lies poor Dick Deadeye. MARGERY ANDREWS, Upper III. THE STORY OF MY LITTLE KITTENS. I have eight little kittens. AYhen I first saw them their eyes were not open. They were born on St. Patrick ' s Day. One of the kitten ' s eyes are both open and the rest have one eye open. One day they disappeared. The mother cat had taken them one by one behind the sewing trunk, and when my mother came she heard a squeaky voice. Sh e looked behind the sewing trunk and there she saw them. One kitten is named Pat, one Patricia ; I will tell you their names later. The mother cat is not cross. They have both their eyes open now and they are blue. And now I will tell you the rest of their names. They are Peter, Pettsy, Paddy, Pattsy, Patrick and Mike. The mother cat is very proud of her kittens and she likes people to look at them. When you put them in the basket, she carries them in the box again. They are all given away except two. IRENE AVILSON, Lower III.