Riverbend School for Girls - Vox Fluminis Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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VOX FLUMINIS Page Ten .---..................,............................. ......--...............- .................-................................-.. ..-----...--..n-n-.----- La V.-H400 francs. La G.F.-H400 francs! Je n'acheterai pas ce chapeau la! Il est trop cher. C'est terrible. ' La V.-- Trop cher! Il vaut bien 400 francs. La G.F.- Oni, mais tout de meme! Voila un beau chapeau-Oui, sur le comptoir. Donnez-le-moi, je veux l'essayer. Les fleurs sont belles. La V.- Eh bien, madame, c'est juste votre pointure. La G.F.- Merci Celle l'essaiel. Oh oui! fse regardant dans le miroirj. Oh ld ld! Quel chapeau! Regardez le derriere. Non, merci, je n'aime pas ce chapeau. Oh, regardez ce chapeau sur la table! Quel beau chapeau! Je le prendrai. La V.-- Mais, madame - La GF.- Oh, c'est jolig tres jolig et juste ma pointure. Quel beau chapeau! a La V.- Mais, madame, le chapeau est -- La G.F.- Oui, je sais, le chapeau est beau. Dites-moi le prix, s'il vous plaitf' La V.- Mais, madame, le chapeau est vendu! La G.F.-CLe chapeau tombej. Vendu! Eh bien, je n'acheterai pas de chapeau aujourd'hui, merci ! La porte se ferme. -Betty Ray Parton, Grade IX. 'I'HE VALLEY Beyond the deep, dark forest, Beyond the old, old mill, A lonely valley lies at rest, And the boisterous winds are still. The sound of laughter forgotten For many a year and a day, The winding paths once trodden By feet which have travelled away. .Lost to the W-orld is this beauty, Which once was enjoyed by mankind, Left undisturbed is this valley, For some friendless traveller to find. -Dorothy Young, Grade X. LE PRINTEMPS Le printemps est ici! Le mois de mars est parti avec ses souffles f roids. et sa nelge. Les glboulees de mars out produit les fleurs sur la terre et malntenant 1ls sont en Heur, portant des robes de bleu, rouge, jaune et mauve. L'herbe est tres verte. Les feuilles dans les arbres sont vertes'

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Page Nine VOX FLUMINIS MR. ROBIN AND MR. SQUIRREL My, such a beautiful day, said Mr. Squirrel as he jumped out of bed one morning. What date of what month is this, my dear? he asked his wife. April 1Oth, answered his wife. Well, I'm going out and nobody will stop me. No, Jim, don't do any such thing so early. You are liable to catch a chill. ' 'Pooh! said Jim, Fm going over to see if Mr. Robin Redbreast is home from his holiday down south. So when he'd eaten his breakfast of chestnuts, he started out. Mr. Redbreast used to live in the Seventh Oak, Assiniboine Avenue, last summer, so Mr. jim Squirrel made for there. As he was going along he saw Mr. Bushy Tail chasing a poor bird which couldn't fly. So after a light with him CMr. Bushy Tail getting the worst of itj he continued. When he came to the Seventh Oak he knocked and Mr. Redbreast came shivering to the door. ' Hello, Robin old chap, come on out for a walk. B-B-ah! said Robin, 'Tm nearly frozen. My goodness, itis as hot as summer out here. Come on, it must just be cold in that old house of yours. So finally, after a lot of persuasion, Robin Redbreast came out. Oh, my ! he chirped, this is grand. I must call and let my other relatives and friends know it is spring. So he called and called, and people listened with joy at the return of their springtime bird, the robin. Some threw nice crumbs out which Robin ate greedily. Aren,t you glad you came out P asked Jim. Squirrel as they were returning after a lovely long romp. Indeed I am, said Robin. And now I'm off to find a mate. Good- bye, old chap, and thanks for getting me to come out. Goodbye, Robin, have a good summer and come and visit us soon. And off they went to their homes very happily Q and neither one caught a chillj. -Betty Mackay, Grade VII. . CHEZ LA IVIODISTE fEntre une grosse femme avec un tres grand sac it la main. Une vendeuse attend au comptoir.j La V.- Bonjour, madame. Que voulez vous ? La G.F.- je veux acheter un chapeauf' La V.- Bien, madame. Ceci est un joli chapeauf' La G.F.- Ah, oui! Donnez-le-moi, je veux 1'essayer. Ah bon! C'est tres joli. Quel prix P

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Page Eleven VOX FLUMINIS ..--ue-.....--..-...................... ..... ......... ..... ..... .................. ...... . .... -............................ Q.........----...-.-...U..........-... U... ......... .... .... .......................................................... aussi. De petits oiseaux chantent dans les arbres. Ils batissent leurs nids avec des morceaux de corde et des branchettes. Bientot il y aura des oeufs dans les nids et puis des oiseaux bebes. Maintenant les fermiers plantent du ble. Les vaches brofltent dans les patures pendant que les petits veaux badinent autour d'eux. Les enfants des fermiers pechent dans les courants ou nagent dans les criques. Tout le monde est heureux parce que le printemps est ici. --Sally Coyne, Grade X. T0 GIRLS DANCING IN THE ROOM ABOVE Music coming faintly, faintly, Brings visions of dancing, Daintily, daintily. But bang! it's spoiled, for Thumping, thumping- Girls like elephants, Jumping, jumping. -Peggy Carlisle, Grade IX. Moi: PLUS GRAND PLAISIR J'aime me lever le matin d'un beau jour en ete, et apres avoir mis une robe legere, jouer au tennis. Apres avoir mange mon petit dejeuner, j'aime faire une promenade en bateau avec mon petit chien. Puis j'aime me reposer au soleil, en peignoir, avec mon petit chien it cote de moi, sans souci, et aller nager avec mes amis quand nous aurons tres chaud. ' ' Quand le soleil s'est couche it l'ouest, et que la lune brille sur l'eau, j'aime prendre un canot, et pagayer dans l'obscurite avec mes amis. Quand la nuit est tombee, nous nous couchons, et nous jouissons d'un sommeil parfait, apres une journee parfaite. -Betty Crawford, Grade XI. PIRACY She set her sails joyfully to the deep- The Skull -that wrecker of prosperity among ships, and resumed her way over the high seas. The brilliant tropical sun, dancing along the ripples of the widespread blue, was not in keeping with the scene of tragedy behind. The Godspeed was bound for Capetown, well manned and heavily laden with chests of gold, from the English king to his African colonies. It was cruising along the north-west coast of Africa when a sudden squall tore off a goodly amount of rigging. Not wishing to hazard the chances of continuing the course with an ill-repaired ship the captain ordered a landing to be made in a near-by deserted harbor. All hands were busy fitting the ship to resume her journey, when suddenly on the horizon the bare black frame of the dreaded ship The Skull was seen. The men shivered. It was useless to prepare for its