Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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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

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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 Utaatnnarg Nhuh The annual Bazaar which we hold in June in aid of Madeline Etenaishi, of the Hay River Mission, was so successful last year that we were able to double our contribution. This good result was largely due to the kindness of the friends who helped us, and we thank them very much. When Bishop Stringer was passing through Winnipeg on his way to England in October, he was kind enough to find time to take Prayers for us one morning, and to tell us about his work in the Yukon District. He had seen Madeline too, and gave us a very good report of her Scripture paper. After his visit, we began to think of our Christmas presents for the Hay River Mission. We could only send small gifts because of the difficulties of postage, but we found that hand- kerchiefs, neckties, hair ribbons and collars would easily go into envelopes with a letter. We have had most grateful letters from our little friends in reply, and some of them even enclosed bead work serviette rings of their own making. Below is a letter that Miriam Rowley received from one of the boys at the Mission: Dear Miriam, — Many thanks for sending me a letter, and necktie and a handkerchief by last mail, they reached me in the New Year. I am not so little as you think I am, because you called me little friend in the letter. I am five feet four inches high and weigh 117 pounds. Yes, our winter began long ago, we skated in October when you were writing; I can skate well now. There are seventeen boys in the school, five little boys, five middle-sized boys and seven big boys. We play shinny or hockey in the winter. I am going to draw you a picture of boys play- ing hockey, though I ' m a poor artist. In the summer we go bathing. Can you swim? The girls here don ' t go bathing. Last summer I learnt to swim; now I can swim more than three hundred yards. We play football and other games in the summer. We boys build toy boats; last summer I built a boat and called it Fire- Fly. I hope to make a schooner and I am going to call it Miriam. Do you like to see Boy Scouts marching? I have never seen a Boy Scout yet, but I have read a book all about them. I would like to become one of them, but I haven ' t got the uni- form. I can camp out, both in winter and summer; I have shot ducks, rabbits, ptarmigan and ground hogs. We have three cattle, a calf and a horse, the horse ' s name is Slim. I have rode him many times. I work at the stable 55