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

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Page Seventeen VOX FL UMINIS FADING SNOW Snow' has fallen all the day As we trod our merry way, Now fluttering gently downward. Always earthward, never skyward. Tiny flakes of most perfect form, Always your late beauty we mourn, Daintiest specks of star shaped white Set off against the black of night. Purest of white when you first fall, Summoned by winter's trumpet call, But darker you grow as cold days pass- Now you belong to spring. alas. -Isobel Scott, Grade X. OLIVER OROMWELL AND THE IRONSIDES We all know that Oliver Cromwell, Took poor old England by storm, And with the help of his Roundheads Left Charles alone and forlorn. He won at the battle of Marston, Till the cavaliers were so ashamed That they fled with their leader Prince Rupert, And never did come forth again. So he and the Ironsides tried ruling, And they liked it so mightily much. That they kept on and on for eleven long years- Jolly England in Cromwell's iron clutch. Then one day the people discovered, That they could make merry once more, For Cromwell had ended his struggle As one of the heroes of yore. -Helen L. Richardson. HOLIDAYING ON A FARM How different life is when we go to the farm, VVatering the cattle, hunting eggs in the barn. Yearning to play when there's lots to do, Getting up with the sun, going to bed with it too,

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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.

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Vox FL UMINIS Page Eighteen Chasing cows till we are tired, climbing trees galore, Getting into many scrapes, but always finding more. Getting into trouble when poking large bee-hives And riding on the hay-wagons when harvest time arrives. - The summer passes quickly, too soon Does autumn come, The trees all shed their pretty leaves, Which crackle when you run. The city clothes are donned once more, For we must take the train, And go back home where school awaits To welcome us again. -Alison VVarner, Grade VIII. TROUBLES One night when I went out to tea, Before I went they said to me- When you come home don't make a noise, And shout like a lot of silly boys, 'Cause a visitor's coming in to tea. He's coming someone for to see. VV hen I got home from being to tea, I'd plum forgot what they'd said to me, I bumped into the parlor door And hit my head, O! gee it's sore- I'm still in bed 'cause I'm black and blue, It shows Iive had a bump or two, And O! I do feel horribly sad, 'Cause I have been so dreadfully bad. --Patty Collard, Grade VIII. MY LITTLE DOG Have you seen a little dog VV ho has a big black spot? I lost him just an hour ago, I can't think where he's got. He can't go home all by himself, He doesn't know the way, He's taught to follow, not to lead, I He'll feel quite lonely far away. I guess Ild better just go home, Perhaps he's found the way. He's never been away from me, He's never run away.