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

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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

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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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VOX FL U MINIS Page Twenty-four CHEZ MA GRAND'MERE Ma grand'mere est une petite femme, tres vieille. Elle a les cheveux gris, et les joues couleur de roses. Elle habite dans un appartement 38 Rue Monceau. C'est un gentil appartement de cinq pieces. Ma grandimere a une bonne qui fait des bonbons delicieux. Ordinairement ma grand'mere porte une robe noire, mais quelquefois elle porte une robe mauve. Tous les samedis matins je lui fais visite. Elle me donne beaucoup de giiteaux et de bonbons. Un jour elle m'a appfes a faire la cuisine, quelquefois nous tricotons, ou bien nous cousons, mais quelquefois, comme regal, nous faisons une petite promenade en automobile. Puis nous prenons le dejeuner dans sa petite salle 5 manger. I'apres-midi nous nous promenons dans le parc et nous donnons des cacahuetes aux ours. Il fait noir quand je retourne it la maison, tres heureuse. -Frances Aikms, Grade IX. THE RIVER Gentle river, rolling on, Never tiring of your song. Telling of your travels long, Gentle river, rolling on. In the Spring, a torrent strong, Roaring, raging, you wildly How, Angry as you onward go In the Spring, a torrent strong. Resting in the Summer's warmth, Long in the sunshine have you lain, Swollen with the Spring-time rain, Resting in the Summer's warmth. In the Fall when spirits rise, And your travels you resume, You are then a treacherous tomb, In the Fall when spirits rise. I While the Winter blasts are here, You gurgle under ice and snow, Laughing sweetly as you go, While the Winter blasts are here. -Mary Mackenzie, Grade VIII.