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

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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.

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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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VOX F L U M I N I S Page Twenty-six No, said Helen, I only stick them on for fun, Daddy goes to all these places and I take them off his trunk. The brown trunk fell backwards and lay there pale. When the two girls had gone out he said, I only had some fun, I didn't mean to be stuck up but I thought I would have some fun. ' That's good, for we would have been mad at you forever. -Margaret Powell, Grade VI. SEALED ORDERS Lynn jordan was penniless. Two years before, her father, knowing that he was dying, invested his money in reliable stocks so that Lynn would never want for comforts. But now, those reliable stocks were worthless, and Lynn was penniless. She knew she would have to look for a position, but she was fitted for nothing, and knew that it would be a hard task. Early Monday morning, she noticed while looking through the Times that the Cartier 'Detective Agency wanted a young girl assistant. Lynn thought she might as well investigate it, and reaching the Agency was not surprised to see many other girls intent on the same purpose. The wait was interminable, but she was finally admitted to the manager, Mr. Cartier. He appraised her slowly and nodding to a chair said, Sit down, Miss -P Jordan, replied Lynn. You have had experience, I presume, Miss Jordan ? Lynn said slowly, No, but I think I could fill the position. After receiving such details as her address, etc., Mr. Cartier said, We will engage you, Miss Jordan, but you must understand that you are to be at our call at any time. Lynn nodded, thinking happily that she had secured a position. She was suddenly aware though that Mr. Cartier had resumed talking. You will drop your name of Jordan, and While in our employ will be known as Number 29. Lynn's only reply was Oh. Your first assignment, continued Mr. Cartier, will be to go to Paris. You will receive your orders before you leave, but they are sealed and must not be opened until you reach Paris. At Havre you will be met by our senior member, Mr. Davidson. When will I leave ? asked Lynn. If possible, tomorrow at midnight. Passage has been booked on the S.S. Mauretaniaf' It was fifteen minutes to twelve, and Lynn was pacing the dock at thc foot of 125th Street. Where on earth could Mr. Cartier be, she wondered. just at that moment, however, Lynn saw him alight from a Black and Yellow Cab. There you are, 29, cried Cartier, just made it, didn't I? Here are your orders. But now we had better board her, she sails in eight minutes.