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

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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.

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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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Page Twenty-five VOX FLUMINIS ON THOSE LENGTHENING LOCKS When I consider how my hair has grown, Ere half my days in this great school are spent, And think of bobby pins borrowed and lent, Then the stray wisps and ends which I bemoan, Are lodged with me useless. The exultant tone Of new-shorn classmates doth cruelly chide Me and my bun. Can its worth be deny'd P I fondly ask. But patience to prevent That answer soon replies- You've nearly won.' Others still are struggling on the way. In spite of all the folk who laugh, your state So queenly. Thousands wish they had a bun And envy that great knot you now display. -I wonder how much longer I will wait? CWith apologies to John Miltonj. 9 -Jane Nicholls, Grade XI. WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKETO BE A WILD GOOSE I wonder what it would be like to be a wild goose. To fly swiftly through the air, the flock a faint V on the horizon. How would it feel to go to sleep on some small prairie lake, to feed in the stubble fields. I won- der what it would be like to fly hundreds of miles northward in that long wavering line, honking sociably to each other, now joining in with other flocks, now flying aloneg sometimes flying low over some farm while the farmer and his family watch you pass. the heralds of spring, perhaps flying over a great city, looking down from the clouds on the countless roof-tops. Flying ever northward to the nesting grounds on the shores of the Great Northern Bay. -Margaret Aldous, Grade VII. THE STUCK UP TRUNK For years the attic had been very happy for all the trunks and suit- cases had been happy. One day a brown trunk with a lot of stickers on, like Rome, Italy and England, was put in with them. It brought trouble to everybody. Would you like me to tell you about my adventure P he asked. They all said that they would. At last, after a week, the big black trunk got so mad he said, You're a stuck up thing. Pardon ? asked the brown trunk. You're a stuck up thing, answered the black trunk. Then the door opened and two girls came in. My! Have you been to all these places ? asked Betty.