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

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VOX FL U M IN I S Page Twenty-two .................................-........-. .... ...-........ .... ................... ................--..............................-.pr ............................................................ ..... .......-.-.....-. .... ................................................--...U The first thing they do is to go up to Mother Goose and she says, Welcome to my house and party. - And then away to the garden. It is a big one around the house. They played every game imaginable. Then they went into the house and there were tables in every room with all kinds of chairs. One apiece. They had a big dinner, with ice cream for dessert. After dinner they rested or talked quietly among themselves. e As soon as the time came to go home they stood in a long line and one at a time said, Good-bye, to everyone else- in the line. Then they raised their voices together and said We had a very nice time Mother Goose. --Katherine Hall, Grade VII. LA PETITE FILLEE Il y a un chateau, Pres de la maison, Et, dans la petite maison, Il y a un petit gilteau. Une petite lille du chateau Passe pres de la maison, Et elle voit le gateau, Par la fenetre ouverte. Oh! j'aimerais du giteau, Elle va prendre un morceau, Quand une femme est sortie, Qui voit la petite fille. . -Va-t'en s'6crie la femme, -Tu es une criminelle La petite lille se sauve Mais elle prend le gilteau avec elle. -Betty Rose Eager, Grade VIII. THE sfroiuvt The air seemed forboding, the seagulls did cry, While the clouds gathered o'er.us and darkened the sky. The wind moaned and whistled through forests of trees, The waters around were disturbed by the breeze. Each bird felt uneasy and flew to his nest, VVhile a mist was approaching from out of the West: It came rapidly nearer, the sky darker grew, The storm was upon us! Gh, how the wind blew!

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Page Twenty-one VOX FL U M I N I S While people are skating on rivers and creeks, White crystals are softly caressing their cheeks, The children regard the white World with awe And hope that for ages there won't be a thaw. But soon spring will come and the warmth of the sun Will start the buds shooting and rivers will run. The skates and toboggans will all disappear, To remain in the attic till sometime next year. -Alison Warner, Grade VIII. FIREFLIES Said one Hrefly to another, As they twinkled in the gloom, Don't you think my light is brighter, Than the dull, pale, yellow moon ? N o I don't, said its brother, Who was also rather proud, It's no brighter than the moon, VVhen it's hidden by a cloud. Oh, you're jealous, said the other, Who was a lady bug. And I can't bear jealous Hrefliesf' Said she, turning with a shrug. But sad to relate, even Hreflies' Pride must some day fall, And half-way home her light Went out- And she couldn't see at all. -Ruth McFarlane, Grade X. MOTHER GOOSE 'S PARTY Mother Goose is giving a party on Tuesday. Everybody in Storyland is invited-Little Red Riding Hood, the Wolf, the Three Bears, Old Mother Hubbard and countless others. Everybody is getting ready. Little Jack Horner is making his Christmas Pie, Old King Cole is calling for his pipers and Red Riding Hood's grandma is laying out nightcaps, while dear Mother Goose is tying a pink ribbon on her fine gander. As Mother Goose's house is not big enough for the party, the kind old woman is lending Mother Goose her shoe. Finally Tuesday arrives. In the early morning the guests begin to COl'l'1C.

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Page Twenty-three VOX FL U MIN I .S ..--....-.-...............-........... Great oaks and pine trees crashed to the ground, Waxfes lashing the rocks seemed to echo the sound! VV ith the force of the rain the earth trembled with fear. The The The The But roar of the thunder was awful to hear. storm soon abated, the dark clouds rolled by, sun struggled forth and brightened the sky, birds sang again, and all heaven was gay, the havoc below lasted many a day. -Alison Warner, Grade VIII .1i1i .l. AUTUMN The autumn leaves were falling, And the harvest just begun, As the reapers hurried homeward, At the setting of the sun. As housewives scurried round the hearth, And milking time was oier, The lads and lasses rushing in Cried, Summer is no more. -Patty Collard, Grade VIII SUR LE PONTU h U