Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

Page 54 text:

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.

Page 53 text:

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

Page 55 text:

Havergal College Magazine THE UNION JACK. The Union Jack stands for something more than the Union of England, Ireland and Scotland — it means the Union of Great Britain with all its overseas Dominions. The red diagonal arms of the flag have a narrow white band on one side of them and a broad one on the other. The broad one should be to the top of the flag on the side nearest to the flag pole, that is the hoist of the flag, and towards the bottom of the flag in the loose end or as it is called the fly. Everybody ought to know how to fly the Union Jack. Yet there are a great many people who do not know which is the right way up of the flag. ALAN MOZLEY, Lower III. SQUIRRELS. We have 15 oak trees in our yard and the squirrels like the acorns. There is one fat one that comes every year. I call him Reddy. We can hear the squirrels on the roof in the morning. The squirrels store acorns for the winter. After we were through with our Christmas tree, we put bread on the branches and put the tree in the yard for the birds and squirrels, and they ate the bread all up. ELIZABETH McQUEEN, Form II. THE FAIRY QUEEN. Once there was a little girl whose name was Margery. She lived in a lovely palace of marble and gold. One day she dreamt she was playing in the garden when she heard a little voice call, Margery. She looked about, but could see no one. Again she heard it. She looked up in a tree and there she saw a little fairy sitting. She was dressed in a beautiful silver dress with a lovely wand of silver, and it had a star at the end. She called Margery and told her that she was the Fairy Queen. She had come from fairyland to fetch her away because, she said, she had had every other little girl except her, so it was her turn. Margery went and had a lovely time in fairyland. Sud- denly the Fairy Queen vanished and Margery found herself in her own little bed, with everyone trying to waken her up be- cause she had slept so long. KATHLEEN CORBETT, Form II. 53