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

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VOX FL U M I N I S i Page Twenty-eight Deux francs, said the driver. Thrusting a ten franc note into the delighted man's hands, she ran up the steps and rang the bell. It was answered by a trim maid who led her into the library Where an elderly lady sat at a desk Writing. You are Miss Jordan, I think, enquired the lady. Yes, and you are Mme. Dupre, answered Lynn. Sit down and I will explain it all to you. I must confess We have used you as an experiment. Your father's brother, Arthur Jordan, is a great traveller and never settled in one place. He wishes to make his -will, but naturally wants his money to go to someone as fearless and fond of adventure as himself. Someone who can rise quickly to an emergency. You will be glad to know that you have proved yourself to possess all these qualities? +P. Henderson, Grade X. A LA PLAGE Marie est une petite lille. Pendant les Vacances elle va au bord de la mer. Elle joue sur la plage avec son seau et sa pelle. Marie fait des chateaux de sable. Sur la plage elle porte un costume de bain. Elle se baigne 21 onze heures. Les apres-midis elle se promene sur les rochers et elle joue avec sa poupee. Marie aime beaucoup la mer. Marie attrape des vairons tous les matins. Aujourd'hui elle voit une petite elcrevisse de mer, mais Vecrevisse ne b-ouge pas. Marie montre lfeicrevisse de mer ii sa mere. L'ecrevisse est en email et elle est precieuse. La mere est tres contente parce que Marie a trouve liecrevisse' -Margaret Aldous, Grade VI1. AT SCHOOL I do hate lessons, I don't think it's fair, To have to sit and study Instead of building castles in the air. Arithmetic is difficult, And grammar with its nouns, And spelling drives me crazy With all its different sounds. I sometimes really do try, But it does me provoke To have to sit and study 'Stead of playing with fairy folk.

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Page Twenty-seven VOX FL U M I N I S .--n.-u...--.............................................. ......... ....................-..................... .......... .............-.... .... ....................... .......................................................... -........ .............................-.....................-. ......... . ........ ......-....-.............. Lynn had tucked the envelope in her purse, and was now wending her way up the gang-plank. Several minutes later she was on A deck, where her cabin was situated, and was standing by the railing. VVhat a milling crowd that is on the dock, she thought. Mr. Cartier, with a final bon voyagef' left her. The boat was slipping away from the dock, and Lynn could hear dis- tinctly the throbbing of the engines. Bed was the best thing now she thought, and after quite a hunt, found her cabin. She was awakened next morning by the stewardess, who brought hot tea and rolls. Hurriedly dressing, she went out on deck, where the sea-air was very refreshing after her stuffy cabin. Lynn kept her purse, containing the envelope, with her all the time, remembering Mr. Cartier's warning as to its importance. He had also said that attempts might be made to steal it. Lynn could hear a steward calling the early risers to breakfast, but not feeling like food, she took a couple of turns around the deck. The rest of the ocean trip was just like any other life aboard ship. Miniature golf, quoits, swimming and other sports. The last night aboard was very different however. Lynn had retired early, so as to be fresh for the early morning landing at Havre. It must be confessed she was rather eager to meet Mr. Davidson, but most of all to read the sealed orders. Lynn, turning uneasily in her sleep, thought it couldn't possibly be six o'clock. But now the sound of somebody moving in her cabin, fully awakened her. The intruder was dressed in a dark hat and coat. A silk scarf, drawn adoitly round his neck, partially concealed his face. Lynn was frightened, and screamed. Barely a few seconds later, the second lieutenant, Richards, knocked on the door, asking if there was trouble. There was no answer, as Lynn was silenced by the sight of a gun. She managed, however, to upset a chair in rising from her bed, and the noise persuaded Richards there was something wrong. Opening the door, as the intruder had not had the precaution to lock it, he stepped in, first drawing his automatic. With a muttered curse, the intruder tried to leave, but Richards was too quick for him. Hearing Lynn's evidence, the man was put under arrest, and Lynn was assured there would be no more disturbance. Hastily looking in her purse she was relieved to find that the papers were still there. There was no more sleep for Lynn so she decided to read. ' Six o'clock the Mauretania docked at Havre. Lynn anxiously looked around for Mr. Davidson but as she did not know him, she had no luck. Presently, feeling a slight touch at her elbow, she turned to see a well- dressed, attractive young man. I am Alan Davidson, he said. Are you number 29 ? Yes, replied Lynn, I was wondering if you would come or not l Lynn and Alan Davidson proceeded directly to Paris, where she could then open the envelope. The minute the train stopped, the envelope was in her hands. Its contents were: Go to Mmeq Dupre, No. 79, Rue Canarisf' Rather odd, thought Lynn, but she took a taxi, it was not a long way, and she soon arrived.

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Page Twenty-nine VOX FL UMINIS History is silly, With all its many facts. I stuff them all in so tight Until my brain just cracks! Hygiene may be useful, But it is so dry. Come! Let's go to fairyland, just you and I. The teachers are so very kind, I really hate to go, But I'd rather do without them, Than have to study so. I --Marion Haig, Grade VI. THE WIND I am the wind, So great and strong, I whistle and blow The whole day long. I make the branches Of great trees sway, While all the children Look up and say, Oh, hear the wind, So great and strong, He whistles and blows The whole day long. -Lydia Klein, Grade V. MY FLOWER GARDEN I have a pretty garden, With flowers pink and fair, Roses blooming in the sun, And bird notes everywhere. VV here bees may gather honey, And buzz the whole day through, VVho would not want to live like me? There are but very few. -jane Ellis, Grade V.