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

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VOX FLUMINIS Page Sixteen Up in the dusty attic, Reached by the creaking stairs, I examine the ancient bedsteads, And also the quaint old chairs. As I search the attic over, I wonder at old-fashioned ways, And I picture Grandma and Grandpa, Living in olden days. -Mary Mackenzie, Grade VIII. J UST IMAGINE Come on, says the kewpie, the mistress is out, VVe'll have a fine time just running aboutg Come, Mr. Clown, come play with me Before the mistress returns from her tea. The Tennis Twins decide to dance. But the wooden horse can only prance, Mr. Clown takes kewpie for a walk While the rest of the dolls just chatter and talk. Little Boy Blue is here with his horn, Miss Muffet has her dress all torn! She got caught on a brambly bough And was covered with scratches, oh, she's all right now. -Eleanor Tucker, Grade VIII. RIVERBEND GIRLS O Riverbend girls have lots of fun, And e'en at lunch they get a bun, Five periods a morn The girls do not scorn Because recess comes between, When they are olliest you've ever seen. At recess come biscuits and milk, When girls change to dresses of silk, For dancing they love, - On the floor just above g Heads must be straight, toes pointed down- Commands our lady in the gown. In winter and in summer both, NVe play after noon, all nothing loth, I To study we go Where time Hies, and lo- At Hve rings loudly the bell And we run homeward pell-mell. -Isabel Scott, Grade X.