Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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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

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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.

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Havergal Coilege Magazine SUMMER. Summer will soon be here. I will be very glad when it comes. I like to see the pretty flowers come out and the nice green grass come up. And then I go for a nice long walk with my Father and Mother in the parks. HILDA WATSON, Form I. MY DOLLY. I have a big dolly whose name is Audrey. She has long brown hair. I braid it every night and comb it out each morning and get her ready for the day. And when I return from College I take her out for a walk and she goes to sleep in her carriage. She never cries. VELVA PAPINEAU, Form I. THE DREAMER. I wonder why So cross to me the teacher seems, Whene ' er I let the hours slip by In dreams. This unseen world From sums and French me onward lures, I see the Moslems backward hurl ' d At Tours. To win their goal I watch th ' heroic, toiling forms, Of child Crusaders onward roll Through storms. I hear ashamed The Furies of the Guillotine Cackle their joy that Death has claimed Their Queen. My wand ' ring wits Next view him, over Europe sit, Whose victory at Austerlitz Killed Pitt. I fear of late I ' ve done nought well: with thoughts aloof I ' ve won but blame, and yet I hate Reproof ! 54