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

Text from Pages 1 - 60 of the 1932 volume:

,.1,,4 -. .lM ' Wm .f ,-m 9 A . K, 1.-' Y ' RF K A -rn ,- 2.3 .,. J f ,, -Q . .o . M14 -1 J! -. ,. g 1 Z. 4 . jf.. , 4 . V x ,, ,X r .4.Qx ., . . I A ,, , 'lfk I ' jl.. N1 'g . 0 jan-.t 4 w W. - .r W . . H, . : I. ' ' ' ni- . ' ' u 4 . , wk . A'-' Y , , - N '- J , A P' 4 fik. lr. . . .J , me-' + -- 1 , .4 .3-mf-ev:e2a'h ' Af. VCX FLUMINIS RIVERBEND SCHCCL FUR GIRLS VOX FLUMINIS g Page Two f FOREWORD 'if' Vox F luminis is now three years old 5 old enough to talk and have a mind and ways of its own. N It is not quite so fat a child as a year ago, butlthat may easily be ex- plained in these days of economy. Its tongue prattles sturdily. May its voice awaken happy echoes among a growing circle of Riverbenders past and present. r Page Three V OX F L U M I N I .Si ' Riverbend, Spring, 1932. My dear Girls, This is the third birthday of Vox Fluminisf' and to it I send my most sincere good wishes for a very successful career and many happy returns of its publishing day. The appropriateness of its name has only been em- phasized by time. Once more, ffor the third time lj I am writing to you by the side of the river, which has given it to you--a proof if one were needed, of how much it does mingle in our voice as the background of our work and play, both winter and summer. It would perhaps be a rather far-fetched allegory to compare the work of our magazine itself with that done by a river, and yet in studying the influence which geography has had upon man's history it is always pointed out that rivers serve as connecting highways for the settlements upon their banks. In the same way Vox Fluminis gathers within its pages and groups for us the events of the year. On the whole I think we may say they have been happy, joyous events and of much interesting variety. We have here the record of those things which happen every week--swimming, riding, the Glee Club, those things which take place for ourselves alone-such as the inter-class basketball matches, the concert which the Princess Patricia's Band gave for us, our picnics, and then those great events to which we invite visitors-our Closing, the Christmas concert, the Sports Day. I do think, however, that they have one thing in common-at them all we have enjoyed ourselves. I shall not describe them. You have done so in the pages which are to follow, bringing out their spontaneous pleasure much better than I could do The Magazine, and wefbecause of it, owe a very deep debt of gratitude for the work done by the gifted Editor-in-Chief of these three numbers, Miss Mackereth. It is with a real sense of our loss that I tell you, what most of you know already, that next year Vox Fluminis will be of neces- sity in other hands, as Miss Mackereth plans to be married in the summer. I know that you join with me in wishing her every happiness in her new life. I Once more let me bring this letter to a close by extending to you all my most affectionate good wishes. Perhaps you will allow me to mention especially this year's Grade XI., the first matriculation class to have been with us during its whole high school career, and for whom therefore I should like to wish the best of success, both in the immediate and in the more distant future. To you all equally, however, I sign myself with real meaning, Yours affectionately, JOAN M. V. FOSTER, Principal. VOX FL UMINIS Page Four THE ROBIN A robin red-breast came to-day, He perched right on our .tree. I said, Ch robin, won't you stay Until I have my tea ? --Helen Margaret Palk, Grade I. PUSSY WILLOWS Pussy Willows soft and grey, Come in April, go in May, Wfhen the fuzz falls from the trees Then out you shoot your tiny leaves. -Joan Harris, Grade I. l. THE BUNNY There was a little bunny, Who looked so very funny, Hopping round and round, With his nose to the ground. He was hunting little roots, And tender little shoots, For it was his dinner time And so this ends my rhyme. -Joan Francis, Grade I. - TRICKS Two little acrobats doing some tricks, Along came four more, Then there were six. --Rosamond Esling, Grade II. .i. MY ROOM My room is a cozy little spot, It's never too cold, and it's never too hot. My dollies sit and wait for me, To bring my little friends to tea And spend such happy hours with me. And then when they have gone away, My books complete a perfect day. -Winnifred Ruth McIntyre, Grade II. Page Five VOX FLUMNVIS WHY I KNOW IT'S SPRING The buds are on the trees, The robins singing, The crow is crowing, The willows growing, Hear them all so soft and low. -Rosamond Esling, PINK NOSE I I have a little white bunny, He hops around on his toes. I think he's so cute and funny VVhen he wiggles his little pink nose. Grade II -Margaret Jean Daly, Grade II i WAG Once there was a little rabbit And he had a little habit He was always nibbling lettuce Which made him very restless. -Lorna Aikins, Grade II .i.il. ..... MY RABBIT I saw a little rabbit Come hop, hop, hop. So I cried, Little rabbit! Will you stop, stop, stop PM This little rabbit was eating lettuce green It was the cutest rabbit That I have ever seen. -Daphne Harris, Grade I. l... CORKEY I have a little doggy And his name is Corkey, The way he plays with me Is quite sporty. -Lorraine Johannson, Grade RIVERBEND Riverbend is a beautiful place, I like the grounds so well. And the swing in the schoolyard Is nicer than I can tell. -Helen Rankin, Grade II. I VOX FL UMINIS Page Six ....................................... .... ............ ........................ .............................. ......-............................... ........ ......... .-......... .... ......... .............................. IN BED As I lie in bed With a pillow at my head I dream of things untold- Of pirates brave and bold, Of ships that come a sliding Into the long harbor riding, Of gnomes and fairies pretty, Of wizards tall and wittyg ' Of bathing children sweet- With sand strewn at their feetg But best of all my dreams Are of canoes and streams. But when for days I am in bed, I cannot dream of pirates red, But have to do as doctors order Until I cross the healthland border. -Isobel Hutchison, Grade VIII. .. - THE EASTER BUNNY Grade three and four had an egg hunt the day the school closed for the Easter holidays. Easter egg hunts began in Germany many years ago and now this game is played in many other countries. The children of Germany used to think that when they were good, the Easter Bunny would come to their houses and leave brightly colored eggs hidden in many places. If they had been naughty the bunny passed by their houses. Our Easter bunny left the eggs in the study room and we had lots of fun finding them. -Betty Bruce, Grade IV. . A STREAM Once upon a time a stream was bubbling down a hill. On his way he saw two ferns who were talking in a friendly way. He was very glad. Next he saw two stalks of corn in the held nodding and laughing in the sunshine. He laughed. When he had gone a mile or two farther he met two poplar trees singing with their leaves. He was very happy when he reached the sea that night. --Mary Harris, Grade IV. Eli.-.11 . . CUDDLES I have a dog now, two years old, A dog who's worth his weight in gold. I love him much, I called him Cuddles, And when he's out he wades in puddles. -Winnifred Davidson, Grade VI. Page Seven VOX FLUMINIS i 4 MY GARDEN I am going to make a garden It's going to be fun. 'Twill be a good garden When I get it done. Daddy's going to help me To get it in the sun. It's going to be lovely, When we get it done. -Joyce Johnston, Grade IH. i A SHORT STORY It was a hot, suffocating day. The trees and grass Qwhere there was grassj did not move or sway because there was not a suggestion of a breeze. To the north of Swab's Down there were miles of prairie, the same to the east and west but to the south there was a small forest of trees and flowers, a wonderful refuge on such a hot day. On the south side there was a slight rustling sound and then, emerging from the coolness of the background a big shaggy bear stepped forth. He was a big black bear-a huge monster, true to his color, his name was Black, Not Blackie but just straightforward Black, Black walked towards a dusty mound, mumbling away down in his throat. He lay himself down, he turned on his back and then as if very pleased with himself, he broke into a great roar. He twisted this way and that, mumbling again to himself. Feeling better for his Dust Bath Black got up, shook himself and walked over VOX FLUIUINIS Page Eight ............... ........ ...................-..... ............ .... ......... .... ..... ......... ...... ..................... ..... .......... .... ....................................-..-...U to a big oak tree. He climbed the tree and finding for himself a shady spot, he settled down for a nice comfortable sleep. He did not, however, sleep long because on opening one eye, he spied a brown bear Can ugly brown bear, Black thought,j playing in his dust mound! The very idea, Black sputtered-it was-it was-preposterous. 'Black got up and slyly crept down the tree. I-Ile walked over to where the brown bear was still rolling around, and then he roared at the top of his voice, Get up, he seemed to say, and iight like a man and see whom this mound belongs to. The brown bear got up Qgoodness! he was bigj and together they fought, one for the joy of it, and the other because he wanted the mound. Black wanting the mound, fought hard-and won. Feeling all hot and flurried he walked back to the oak tree and climbed upg for the first time he noticed the day was hot, almost unbearable. Black lay downg ah, that was much better. What was better than a hot, sunshiny day, a nice shady spot and lots of time for a comfortable, snoozy sleep? - -Eleanor Tucker, Grade IX. SONG OF THE R.0AD It was a bright and smiling day, As I tramped upon my way, Sunbeams dancing here and there, Sweet birds singing everywhere, Beetles dancing in the sun, Butterflies are having fun. The road is long and dusty white Mr. Sun is glowing bright, Sky above is deepest blue I love this kind of day don't you? -Julia Dale, Grade V. THE ESCAPADE VVe were feeling slightly frisky And sought for something risky To amuse us, for a portion of our dayg We thereupon bethought us U Cf a place to which they taught us Our wayward feet must never find a way. Off we started to the third Hoor, Our goal was the infirmary door, X Alas! the creaking stairway spelled our doom! Someone heard us running. In turn, we heard them coming Up the stairway toward the fatal room! Page Nine VOX FLUMINIS That's Miss Foster, did we bet, To the window we must get, Down the Hre-escape to safety we can Hee ! To the window did we dash Opened up the treacherous sash While the speeding foot-steps neared us mercilessly. . Out the window Peggy leaped While the gods their pleasure reaped As Carla caught her foot in some contraption. There she stuck astride the sill! ' Her position boded ill. For both, howe'e1', excitement held attraction. Miss Foster, it was she, Op'ed the door, our plight to see, Stopping dead and crying out in agitation, To the Window did she run, And clutched the unfortunate one By the leg, While Peggy watched in desperation. Then she too, began to pull Till Carla's shouts were plentiful. Crying loud and long for sympathy from Peg: But her cries were all unheeded, In the distance they receded. And they still pull it, as we are pulling your leg! -Peggy Carlisle and Carla Lehmann, Grade X. A SICK C!HILD'S FANCY Come, pretty marbles, let us play That you are fairies on a bright summer day, Grouped here and there on my soft, white spread. Bringing a make-believe scene to my bed. Some will come in yellow f rocks, some will come in blues, Some will come in pink, and other lovely hues. ... .....-. . Look! there is a red one, he shall be king, And sit in the midst of the fairy ring, And by his side, a queen shall reign, Dressed in white, with a long, soft, train. And round them shall gather one by one, The fairies who sing and dance in the sun. -Katherine Hall, Grade VIII. VOX FLUMINIS Page Ten BE YOURSELF Is it always wise? If you are the shrinking violet type, is it best to be yourself and soon find yourself on the outside. looking in on all the fun? Gr should you brace yourself up and talk and dance like other normal people and forget the part of you which says, There is a very interesting book on the table over there. I think I'll just go off in a corner and read for a whilef, I Plenty of people who have a tendency to be shy have put on a con- ceited air which is rather pathetic, a ridiculous giggle is perhaps worse. Being yourself is all very well but what about the people who never would be seen at all if such advice were taken? Gn the other hand, is there anything worse than a tomboy trying to be dignified? Did you ever see anything funnier than a girl who has turned down a basket ball game to go to a tea given by a dear friend of mother's who will be offended if she doesn't appear? She will probably have a very uncomfortable look on her face and one idea in her headf-to get out. First she will spill her tea, then drop a sandwich, jump when she is spoken to, and make altogether the wrong reply when answering. In this case if only the unfortunate individual would be herself. As the girl who is neither a violet nor a tomboy usually has the sense to be herself with success there are no points to argue. This is the decision I have made in such casesg the shy must buck up and be sociable and have some fun occasionally, the extreme opposite must quieten down a little, but not too much. Greater psychologists than I have said be natural at all cost, but I maintain that there are exceptions to every rule. -Janet Turnbull, Grade IX. HOLIDAYS Holidays! Hfolidays! they have begun! Gut in the garden to play in the sun. Down by the lake and the favorite holesg Out with the guns to shoot squirrels and moles. Away in the forests, with fiowers and trees, Down in the gulleys with the birds and the bees, Down by the rocks and the babbling brooks, Under the oaks. in our private nooks. Holidays! Holidays! they have begun! Out in the garden to play in the sun. -Shirley Johnston, Grade VII. FIRELIGHT In the cottage, when the lamps are all turned out, I watch the Wall and see the figures that the firelight makes. There are shapes and forms, which remind me of the wonderful times I have had and the glorious times, which are to come. As I sit by the firelight, I See a shadow the shape of an aero- Page Eleven VOX FLUMINIS ....-.............................................................. ......... ............................................ .... ...................... ...... .......... ........... ......... plane. Immediately I think that I am gliding through the air. I go so high, that it seems as if I could put out my hand and pick up a star. And as the shadows change, my thoughts change. When you are sitting silently in the lirelight you think of things, which you can never think of in the daytime, because the light seems so bright and the noises so loud. that they confuse the mind. But sitting quietly in the firelight, you can dream dreams and think of all the things, which have been, and which are going to be. -Mary McLean, Grade VIII. STUDY HOUR THOUGHTS I know the bell will ring, but When? The noisy scratch of someone's pen. Somebody's' crushing paper again 5 See that Hy on the Window pane? Those boards should be washed tonight, Doesn't the sun seem awfully bright, Everyone's studious this afternoon, I hope the bell is going soon. In a stocking I spy a hole. I see some hands as black as coal, How these minutes do drag along. The bell is going, Oh cheers, it's gone! -Margaret Aldous, Grade VIII. MARIE FAIT DES EMPLETTES Samedi matin Marie et sa mere sont allees faire des emplettes a La Samaritaine. Elles entrent au rez-de-chaussee et elles prennent l' ascenseur jusqu' au deuxieme etage ou Marie achete une robe, un chapeau et des souliers. Elle essaie beaucoup de robes, des noires, des vertes, des rouges. des bleues et des jaunesg les unes sont de soie et les autres sont de laine de crepe. Elle se decide at prendre une robe jaune et b-rune. C'est une tres, tres jolie robe et Marie et sa mere aiment la robe beaucoup.. ' Apres que la vendeuse apporte la robe elles vont au rayon de chapeaux, et ici Marie achete un chapeau brun avec une petite plume jaune qui est aussi tres jolie. Ensuite Marie et sa mere vont au rayon de souliers et Marie achete de jolis souliers bruns. La mere de Marie achete aussi des articles pour elle et elles vont toutes deux a la maison contentes de leurs emplettes, Marie surtout. -Marnie Austin, Grade IX. VOX FLUMINIS Page Twelve FORECASTS FOR 1932 Tomorrow is another day, I sincerely hope that wheat will pay, If it rusts Russia busts . 7 As any business man will say. In Manchuria things are rotten. In the South, the price of cotton Is so low That we never know VVhen its going to reach the bottom. By and by in the year ,32, The world will cease from being blue. Men will sow, Crops will grow, ' The universe will start anew. Mary VValston, Grade XI FAR AWAY HE FLEW I had a little birdie He was a pretty blue, Une day he took a notion And far away he flew. Away over the prairie VVhere it was very airy, Away over the sea Away over the lea. Then my little birdie Did some berries pick, And if I have to be exact He got a little sick. Away up in the tree-tops My pretty bird I see I call him very sweetly And he then flies back to me And now my little birdie Is quite content with me, I do not put him in a cage For there he should not be -Dossie MacLean Grade VII Page Thirteen VO FL UMINIS L 'IRLANDE ,Vaimerais aller en Irlande. Les gens de ce pays sont les plus interes- sants du monde. Ils sont aimables et leurs maisons sont ouvertes at tout le monde. La plus belle vue en Irlande est sur la route par les collines a Glenda- lough. Entre les collines on trouve les jolis petits lacs et dans le soir les collines deviennent bleues. Apres avoir passe plusieurs semaines ici, je reviendrais fi Dublin ou je passerais le reste de mes Vacances. lci je visiterais les jardins zoologiques, il est tres amusant de voir les animaux, et comme vous le savez Dublin est tres connu pour ses lions. Le zoo', ii Dublin s'est ouvert en 1831. Avant de partir d'Irlande j'irais a Cork. C'est ici ou on entend les belles cloches de Shandon et j'embrasserais la pierre de Blarney. Apres avoir fait ce dernier, je serais toute contente de retourner a Vlfinnipeg. --Shelagh Cooney, Grade XI. A MISTY DAY The earth is covered over VV ith a blanket of silvery greyg The ships at sea look ghostlike. For a mist has come up from t e bay. h The mist lies over the mountains, And lies there all the day g The Wood is just a dark shadow, For a mist has come up from the bay. The air is heavy with moisture VVhich dews the grass and the hayg And everythingfs quiet and peaceful, For a mist has come up from the bay. -Sally Coyne, Grade XI. i VOX FL UMINIS Page Fourteen UN VOYAGE AU CANADA Si je faisais un long voyage, j'irais au Canada. J'irais seul et je prend- rais tres peu d'argent parce que quand j'arriverais au Canada je travail- lerais. Puisque je suis un garcon anglais, j'ai entendu dire que le Canada est un pays de promesse ou les gens peuvent trouver quelque chose at faire. Tous les garcons anglais veulent voyager. Faire un long voyage peut- etre a travers la mer est leur plus grande desir. En descendant la grande riviere St. Laurent je passerais la ville historique de Quebec et puis je ferais voile pour Montreal, une ville aussi tres interessante ou je quitterais le navire. Puis je voyagerais de ville en ville, travaillant pour gagner ma vie en route. Je verrais beaucoup de choses interessantes et nouvelles, telles que de grands lacs, des prairies, des oiseaux etranges et des montagnes. La neige en hiver serait ce que j'aimerais le plus. Je m'amuserais at skier et patiner. faimerais l'ete aussi parce que je ferais l'ascension des montagnes. A Ie verrais tout avant de partir et quand je serais rentre at la maison j'aurais des souvenirs agreables du Canada. T -Isabel Scott. 1ii THE JOYS OF COLOUR The wonder of colour, the red Autumn leaves. The white winter cover for bare shameful trees, The fresh spring alive with birds, flowers and bees, The blue summer sky-colour makes these. All the deep life of colour, the wonderful blue The crystal-like green o'er a pool sheds its hue 3 The rainbow is mirrored in each drop of dew And in butterflies, june-bugs, colour's there too. -Mary Bull, Grade XI. THE STORY OF A QUEER MAN The man who lives across from us, Has a very funny face, e His eyes, and ears, and nose, and mouth, Are extremely out of place, His hair is like a wash-rag, His body's like a box, His yellow coat and trousers sag, As do his ties and socks. And if you saw this funny man, Walking down a country lane, You would notice he would walk, With a bamboo stick or cane. At six a.m. he rises, Page Fifteen VOX FLUMINIS' And wanders round the streets. At 8 p.m. he's seen again, Coming home to eat and sleep. Now you've heard the story, Cf this funny little man. Who in a crooked house, His crooked life began. And if you like his life, You can go and live with him. But I would rather go to school, And play and skate and swim. -Betty Ray Parton, Grade X. WINTER AND SPRING I like the summer and I like the fall But I think I like winter best of all, There are such a lot of things to play .It keeps you happy all the dayg The wind oft 'round you bitterly blows, But you are all wrapped in warm woolly clothes. So there's only your nose for jack Frost to bite And turn it from red to white. Although I don't like the summer to go I'm always glad to see the snow. The birds are joyful and chatter away Or among the branches sing their song. Everything is happy and expectantly gay Waiting for Spring who has slept so long. Nearly all the snow has melted at last, Leaving large puddles to tell the story- But weqdonit like puddles because when cars go past They splash us and dash on without being sorry. In the wood and by the way, - The pussy-willow pushes its saucy head, And opens farther and farther each day, Calling to Spring to get out of bed. The crows and seagulls Hy through the sky Swooping on to the horizon blue, Asking the Spring why she's so shy- Why doesn't she say, Winter, goodbye to you. -Betty Mackay, Grade VIII. VOX FLUMINIS Page Sixteen PIRATES Wfe are pirates rich and bold, We often seek for treasures of gold, Qur ship is laden now and then, It also Carries many men. Our costumes are blues, yellows, and greens, They are all alike, always it seems, Many people look at the man XV ho wears the hat, with a clue-clutch-clan. VV e have sailed many years, And have had many fears But pirate life is best for us, NVe do as we please, without a fuss. -Barbara Plews, Grade IVIII. Page Seventeen VOX FL U M I NI S OUR OLD FLAG Do you remember our old blue and white school flag that used to wave where our new building now stands? If it were to talk I wonder what it would say. Perhaps it might tell us this: When I look down I am able to see for miles around me. I see some lovely things and others that are poor and pitiful. I watch the .same people coming the same way at the same time every day. In winter I see many cars skid and when at dangerous corners I see accidents where people hurt or kill themselves. In the afternoons I look below me and watch the girls of Riverbend School to which I belong. g In the fall, I watch the girls coming back to school from their holi- days and playing out on the lawn. They practise baseball. high-jumping. broad-jumping, racing and other games. While they all study hard in the morning I peek through the windows of Riverbend or watch the other people. Then comes Field Day. I'm sure I get just as much fun out of it, watching the different classes compete, as any of the competitors or spectators. Then the cold winds blow and I'm almost sure that I will be blown off my high and interesting vantage point. Then the river begins to harden and the snow begins to fall, and when the girls come out to play they are all bundled up in fur coats and over clothes. They play very different games from those in the fall. Skiing, tobogganing. skating and playing in the snow, are their chief occupations during the afternoons. Then soon the ice on the river melts and the snow begins to vanish, and when the grass is as dry as before the winter the girls leaving off their heavier clothes come out and begin playing as in the fall. r When June comes there is a great reception out on the lawn and the girls are clad in white. There are festivities galore, and I grow sad be- cause I know they will now gather up their books and go home. This is almost the saddest day of the year for me, because I know for three long months I will not see them nor their gay play hour. Though I lift my head up and gaze all over the city watching other little girls playing hop scotch or older people playing tennis on the corner courts, I am never as happy as when I am watching the girls of Riverbend School. -Gwen Ramsay, Grade VII. THE PUSSY WILLOWS Pretty Pussy VVillows Budding on the trees, VVrapped in little furry coats To shield you from the breeze. Pretty Pussy Willows Do not go so soon, Stay with us please, just another noon. -Marguerite McDonald, Grade III. Page Nineteen VOX FLUMINIS THE CROCUS W Pretty little crocus Peeping through the ground, Waiting in your purple dress, Until you should be found. -Gloria Brown, Grade III. li SPRING Spring time is here again. The sky is blue and clear again, Streams are flowing, Flowers are growing, Helped by the April rain. -Margaret Stovel, Grade III. A WALK IN oc'roBER woons On taking a walk through the Autumn woods on a crisp, clear, Gctober day, what a change I find from the summer time. The bright green leaves have turned to yellow and brown with here and there a touch of crimson showing through. Most of the birds have gone south, only the sparrows, wrens, crows. and the chattering bluejay remain. From above comes the clang of wild geese on their southward way. The chattering squirrels are very busy storing up their nuts, enough to last them through the long cold winter. Un my last walk I came upon a tree with a large hollow in it. Looking inside I saw a great number of nuts, obviously some squirrels' winter supply. Then I heard a loud chattering, looking up I beheld the owner of those nuts chattering away, and giving me a piece of his mind about disturbing other people's private property. I laughed and threw an acorn at him and walked away. As I went farther, I came to a pond, which now looked cold and grey. In the summer time I used to sit in my window listening to the songs of these frogs, who are now buried in the mud at the bottom of this pond. I walked on 5 now and then a squirrel or chipmunk darted across my path. This was the first walk I had taken along my favorite little path since the summer time 5 it was then I began to realize that winter was near, and it' was high time I was putting up the bird houses and repairing them so that they would be strong enough to last through the strong winter winds. --Gladys Cotterell, Grade VII. THE TRAGIC TALE OF SIR TINTSEL I wonder if you've e'er been told The story of Sir Tintsel bold Who wooed a lady sweet and fair, VVith dark brown eyes and golden hair. VOX FLUMINIS Page Twenty Her father was a stern old sire, Refused Sir Tintsel his heart's desire, Because he hadn't any gold, He turned Sir Tintsel right down cold. Alas, for this poor beauteous maid, Her father she could not persuade, And with her heart just filled with woe, Then to her mother she did go. Her mother said, I wouldn't cry, Nor weep, nor wail, nor sob, nor sigh, For what your father said 'tis true, Sir Tintsel is no man for you. Sir Tintsel said, A trip I'll take, For there is money I must make, Or else my love, I ne'er shall marry. I'm off! I have no time to tarry. Then on a ship upon its prow, Sir Tintsel made a fearful vow, I hope I am no coward small I'll win or not come back at all. He sailed unto a far off shore, , And found upon it gold, galore, But reaching home with treasures great, He found heid got there just too late. His love another man had wed. Alas, was all Sir Tintsel said, Then from his coat he took a rope, And tied it tight around his throat. Then going to a nearby pine, About a bough the rope did twine, By hanging there and being brave, Next day they put him in his grave. -Susan Thomas, Grade IX. FALLING LEAVES XV hen Autumn comes around, The leaves start falling to the ground, They're green and yellow and red, They make a pretty bed! I like to watch the leaves Floating silently down, I'd like to gather them together Q 1 And make a wreathy crown. A Page T7Q'61Zfj.'-01'lC V O X F L U M I NI S Then when the snow begins to fall Soon we can't see leaves at all, just snow, snow, snow, . Wl1e1'ever we go. I like Autumn best of all the yearg It seems so brisk and fresh and clear. The leaves as I've said twice before Are beautiful. Don't you think they are? -Betty Rose Eager, Grade IX. THE RILL Down in our meadow There's a merry little rill. It sings to me laughingly, Daringly, Follow Men- And some day I will. It never stops to tell me much, But. as it runs, it trills To me, happily, expectantly, Follow Me-Come and See - And some day I will. It's going to some exciting place, I knowgby the thrill Gf its voice when it sings to me, joyously, Follow Me - And some day I will. -Carla Lehmann. A STUDY The ship I made was like a crude boat of the olden days. But to my surprise it sailed down the stream as easily as a duck and it shone in the sun like some distinguished deed a great man had done, making the others Seem Small' -Grace McCurdy, Grade IX. NEVER GIVE UP There were two frogs named Slim and Lean, Une day they fell into some cream. They swam until it began to seem They were to drown in a pot of cream. I can not keep it up, said Slim, Three hundred times I've swum this tin, And every time that I begin The cream nigh drowns me round the chin. VOX FLUMINIS Page Twenty-two We must not stop. said hero Lean, Or else you will be drowned in cream, You must not weaken, there is a way, And we will find it ere close of day. And so frog Lean pursuaded Slim, But all the air was out of him. And to the bottom with a plunk, The froggy Slim, caved in and sunk. But Mr. Lean continued on, Until at last the cream was gone, And there instead of creamy splutter, He sat upon a cake of butter. -Elspeth Wilson, Grade IX. BANNOCKBURN ' CHARACTERS Robert the Bruce-King of Scotland. Edward I .-King of England. Gilbert Hambledon-Earl of Montgomery. Lord M onteitlz-Betrayer of VVil1iam Wallace. Lord Rutlwen. Lord Botlzwell. Lady Helen-Wife of William Wallace. Lady Isabella-Sister of Helen and betrothed of Robert the Bruce. ACT I. Scene l.-Bruce's Tent. Time-Night before the Battle. QBrure is seated musing.j Bruce: Tomorrow Scotland shall be free or I will not rest with those who have died for her freedom. The noblest, brave Wallace might have been here to share the glory but for that base and periidious Monteith who betrayed him. Who goes there ?', QA slight commotion outside the tent. A soldier enters accompanied by a knight.j Bruce: What! Montgomery? VVhat brings you here 3 Montgomery Qdropping on his kneej : Receive a subject as well as a friend, victorious prince! I have forsworn the vassalage of the Planta- genets and thus, without title or land, with only a faithful heart, Gilbert Hambledon comes to vow himself yours and Scotland's forever. Bruce Craising him from the groundj : Welcome, my faithful Mont- gomeryf' The Earl : Montgomery no more. I have thrown theninsignia of my earldom at the feet of the unjust Edward, and yet I come not without a treasure, for the sacred corpse of William Wallace is now in my bark and I am now at your feet, brave and just king, no longer Montgomery but a true Scot in heart and loyalty. ' Page Twenty-tlzree VOX FL UMINIS Bruce: And as a kinsman I receive you. Qsound of trumpetsj Come, we must haste to the Council tent. Scene 2.-Council Tent. QBruce surrounded by his baironsj Lord Rutlweu: Edward has forced a rapid march through the low- lands and is now within a few hours' march of Stirling. Bruce: Let him come, my brave barons, and he shall find that Ban- nockburn shall page with Cambus-Kenneth! All our plans have 'been care- fully made to reserve our strength and Drummond's pits and pikes I have no doubt will give good account of the strategy employed. Lords, with VVallace's sacred corpse in our midst we cannot fail. I-Ie who deserts it murders Williani Wallace anew! To your posts my brave barons. Scene 3.-Battlefield in distance. Cl-inters Monteitlrj Mont-eitlz C greatly agitatedj : I must haste quickly. This battle is all but lost and as Wallace's betrayer I can hope for no quarter. Q1-Enters Lord B otlzwell with drawn .vzvordj Lord Botlzwell: Friend of the most damned treason, vengeance is come! CFights Monteith and kills himj So perish the murderers of VVil- liam Wallace. Clinters Lord Dougldsj Douglas: Quick, Bothwell, the Southerons are in full retreat and we must cut them off ere they reach the border. '- u 4 ' y BASKETBALL VOX FLUMINIS Page Twenty-four T ACT 11. Tinie-One day later. Chapel of Cambus-Kenneth. fEntei' the venerable Abbot of lnchajfray, the Bishop of Dnnkeld, and others carrying the bier of W allacej fEnter Helen, very frail, and assisted by Isa-bella.Q . Isabella: Have courage, dear sister. Helen Cln a whispered voicej : I fear nought. My spirit will soon be with my dear Wallace. The Bishop Caside to the Abbotj : 'Tis a strange ceremony, my friend, that we must enact. Have you endeavoured to dissuade the Lady Helen ? The Abbot: Nay, brother, for while she may seem distraught to you, she has a very clear and fixed conviction that the Bruce and her sister Isabella must be married over the bier of the noble Wallace, and methinks it ill to cross Heaven's purpose. A The Bishop Churriedly crossing himselfj : Amen, Amen. CEnters Bruce in his kingly robes, of sad but stately inien. Steps forward, takes Helen's hand, kneels and kisses it.j Bruce: Fair Helen, would that Wallace were here this day to see the consummation of his efforts. Helen: Brave and noble Bruce, he doth see them. fThe wedding ceremony begins and ends.j Helen Cholding her trembling hands over the royal pairj: Be you blest in all things as Wlallace would have blest you l QBrnce and Isabella are visibly ninch affeetedj The Abbot: Claying his hand upon the iron box at the foot of Wallace's bierj : Before the sacred remains of the once champion of Scotland, and in the presence oi his royal successor, let this mysterious coffer of St. Fillian's be opened, to reward the deliverer of Scotland according to its intent. fBrnee unclasps the lork and discovers the regalia of Seotlandj Bruce C greatly agitatedj : Thus did this truest of human beings pro- tect my rights even while the people whom he had saved, knelt to him to wear them all. The Bishop of Dnnkeld C taking the diadem from its coffer and setting it upon Bruce's heady : And thus Wlallace crowns thee I -Mary Rait, Grade IX. T0 A MOUSE There was a mouse lived on a hill, And no one knows if he lives there still. He had a family of large and small Some could walk and some but crawl. His wife, a large and portly mouse, Could do nought else but keep the house. Page Twenty-Eve VOX FLUMINIS The children, hence, were slightly wild And quite different from their parents mild. One day there came a mighty Hood, Which covered all with a coat of mud, The mud was brown and dark to see And stretched over all from tree to tree. Alack and alas for my children three! For they were all that was dear to me ! Cried the mouse, when his children failed to appear. And nothing was heard of them for many a year. It seems the three had left one day With a farmer and his load of hay. As those that were lost were his favorite sons, He could not bear the other ones. So one by one they disappeared. And when of children the house was cleared, He killed his wife and burned his house- And up to date that's all of the mouse! 1 -Betty Neal, Grade X. TIMMY Timmy was a mouse. A common ordinary, buff-colored mouse. He was a clever mouse, though, for hadn't he missed the Jones trap when all his sisters and brothers and even his mother and father had been caught? Yes, he was clever! One day Cwhich is our nightj he decided to go to the Jones larder and seek for some cheese. It was early, about nine-thirty, but rather dark. Surely that old cat, Mary, had gone to sleep. He sneaked out of his hole and looked around for Mary, just to be sure, he said, then dashed for the radiator. It was such an exciting trip to the larder! He scuttled across from the radiator to the big dishpan. He could hide conveniently behind that for a moment to make sure all was clear for his next mad dash. Ha! here comes Mary! I've sighted her first. Again the dash back to the radiator. Will she never go? Oh! she's settling down for a sleepg her tail's not twitching now-do I dare ? He dashed for the pan rack. Bang! Crash! Mary's awake! There are those horrible Jones! Aha! Mary was blamed for the pans falling and they've put her outsidef, They didn't suspect the tiny mouse. Now my journey will be easier. Back to the pan, across the Hoor, and into that open crack! Aha! here's a trap! I'll just take the cheese and then sneak off ! Clang! Ho! Ho! I've cheated them that time and had a feast as well! Now I'll go home. Oh! What's that large creature? Will he hurt me? Can I go back? Is it safe ?-He's going-no-yes-he's gonef, VOX F L U M I N I S Page Twenty-six . ...... ........ ........ ........ ........... .. ....... .- ..... ...................... .... ........ ............. .............................................---....................-..---uf ......................................-................................ .... ......... ....... ................-.. .... ...............................................-........U...--..-n Across to the pan he dashed and just as he got there he heard Mary pad-padding along behind him. This was no time to stopg his only chance was to run for his hole-run-run, as never before. Faster and faster he ran! ' Ah! safe! I fooled you that time, Mary! But I do wish I knew what that large creature was, and whether or not to be afraid of him. I may find out later. My! but it's good to be alivef' -Helen Leonard, Grade X. l1L T0 A STAR O star, You shine so bright, So long All through the night So high, So far away- So small A twinkling ray. So soon With paling hue You fade At morning Into the blue. And then When nightfall comes Your light To earth you send. -Hope Rutherford, Grade VIII. REX AND 'HIS MASTER ' Rex is a big police dog. He lived up north with his master, where they used to go exploring together, across lakes, tramping through forests and over prairies. It is very cold there in the winter but Rex and his master didn't mind, they liked it. The two lived alone together in a little hut, where they would start from early in the morning and go back at night when it was dark. Rex's master worked for a company in Winnipeg exploring lakes, and rivers. At this time he was looking for a good spot for a town, where there was a river near for navigation. It was getting towards spring and the ice on the rivers was beginning to break. The two set out early one morningg Rex frolicking around his master looking quite pleased. Rex knew that he had found the spot for the town. They were nearly there when they came to a river which they had forgot- ten was open. They walked along the bank for a while when they saw a spot which was still ice. Rex went across first reaching safetyg then his master started. When nearly across, the ice cracked and he went under. Page Twenty-seven V OX FL U M I N I S Rex immediately jumped in after him. He worked many minutes before he got him out, but in the end he did. The two dripping figures went back to the hut. This did 'not stop them from trying again. Two days after they set out again with tools so that when they came to the river they made a raft. After making it they went to the selected spot. The man felt pleased, and decided it was a good spot. A letter was written to the company, and men came out to see the ground. They liked the spot very much and thanked him, but he said if it had not been for Rex he could not have done his work because Rex had saved him from drowning. ' The two pals did not go back with the men but helped to build the town and stayed there happily together. -Marian McCurdy, Grade VIII. A SHIP FROM SPAIN The sea was hushed and silent. The wind that had been so violent Calmed down to a breathless hush. Sir George, he paced the lawn, He looked to the sky where the sun had shone, And he cried, 'Twill come with a rush. At last the rain came pouring down, Down on the meadows, down on the town Of St. Mary's not far from the sea, Where the ship Sir George wanted Lay waiting, Waiting, Waiting for the wind off the lea. It carried silver, it carried gold, For that night at St. Mary's it was to be sold, Sir George, he wanted the gold that was there, To get for his King and Her Majesty fair. The sea was so rough, and the wind so strong, That the ship, she went down before very long, The gold and the silver was gone, all gone, Down to the bottom of the sea. --Eleanor Tucker, Grade IX. Page Twenty-nine VOX FLUMINIS .......................-.............................. ...............-.................................... ............. . .......... .... .... ................... .-.................................................... ...... . ...... ..-........................ ........... . ,.,,.,,,, ,,,, ,,,,, ,,,,, ,U ,-,-.---- H-U-nun.-n JUNE, A HORSE Eyes, full of life, begging to gog Ears, pricked forward, asking to know A dainty head that tosses so- O, June. Slender legs, with muscles of steel, Dancing feet, that are never still, And a back that is lythe and straight to feel: O, June. Nostrils quivering with eagerness, Spirit alive with joyousness- Your heart proclaims its dauntlessness, My June! -Carla Lehmann, Grade X. X THE DIFFICULTY OF BEING HONEST John Hawthorne was a nice young man. He was twenty and had lovely curly dark hair and a delicately curled little moustache. He was handsome, wore his clothes well, and was very pleasant. But he had one fault-he was too frank and tactless. N owihere is such a thing as telling the truth discriminately, but John had been brought up in a strict household where he had been taught to tell the truth invariably, no matter how it hurt people's feelings. His family believed always in pointing out each other's faults without any allowance. It was a strange code for a young boy to learn and consequently when he was sent out into the world, people considered him cold because he never said a word of praise to anyone. John had travelled far from a home he disliked, but he had carried with him his one fault-that of being too frank. Hfe had met in the great city he chose to dwell in, a lovely young girl of about eighteen, whom he had immediately fallen in love with, Miss Amelia Watkins. He managed to get himself an invitation to Miss Amelia's home on a certain evening to attend a concert in which she herself was to perform. That evening he dressed carefully, sprayed a perfume on his suit and put a lovely flower in his buttonhole. Then he put on his hat, gave a final twitch to his moustache, took up his cane, and walked out of his room and down to the street. Some horses stopped in front of him in answer to his hail and he stepped into the carriage with a grand air. He arrived at Miss Amelia's very pompously, with a bouquet of flowers for the girl he adored. ' Miss Amelia flitted around like some gay butterfly in her swishing pink silk dress with huge bows pinned all over it. Her hair was piled high over her classic features. VOX FLUMINIS , Page Thirty ............................. ..... ........................... ..... .................................................................-..................................-.-............. john gazed at her in a trance. There was nothing wrong with this gorgeous vision, he thought as he presented the bouquet to her. Alas ! 'for poor John! He was perfectly satished with Miss Amelia herself but when she presented him to her mother he felt a twinge of disappointment. Mrs: Watkins was short and rotund, her jolly face peeped out from masses of snow-white hair. Not the stately mother he had pictured. VVhy. why, gasped John, I'm very glad to meet you, I'm sure. But I hardly thought you could be the mother of so charming a girl. Ah! fatal words! Miss Amelia grew pale and clutched her throat. Mrs. VVatkins looked serious and grim. John took Miss Amelia's arm and walked away. They sat down on a couch and John started talking. You look lovely tonight, Miss VVatkins, .if I may say so. She looked coldly at him over the edge of her fan. She was rankled, but she was too polite. She said nothing. ' After a long time John broke the ice. She became more charming and John became more fascinated with her every minute. Then he saw something. You know, Miss VVatkins, you'd look much nicer if you didn't wear that bracelet, he said. She gave a start, then rose up swiftly and left him. ' The concert began. It was very charming and John 'was pleased as he listened to it. Then came the number he waited for. Miss Amelia was going to sing. She tripped daintily out to the middle of the floor beside the piano and curtseyed. There was great applause. And the music began- Oh Sol Mioln she sang. john stared. Her voice was harsh, quite unlike the melodious speak- ing voice he had heard. It seemed that for ages john endured that frightful rasping. At last he could bear it no longer. Stop! Stop l he cried. jumping to his feet, you're killing me l Miss Amelia looked at him and suddenly burst into tears. John realized what he'd done. He couldn't think what was wrong but he hurried from the house abashed and spent many hours afterwards learning polite manners. ' It was no use however, Miss Amelia would have none of him and at last he gave up in despair. Standing on the parapet of a bridge, he made his last cry to the world. Farewell, oh world, I have learned how hard it is to be honest and at the same time polite. ' And with that he plunged into the raging torrent below and was never heard of more. . -Betty Ray Parton, Grade X. Page Thirty-one VOX FLUMINIS A COLD SNAP The weather had been unexpectedly warm considering it was Feb- ruary, most of the snow had melted and people splashed helter-skelter like mad March hares, escaped a month too soon. But it was too good to last, for one morning we awoke and found everything in sheets of gleaming ice. Out came fur coats and woollen mittens again, and people began to creep and slide shiveringly about like hunted refugees, under cover of huge fur collars and felt hats. -Margaret Anderson, Grade IX. , A NEW FAMILY As I turned over in bed one morning I said to myself, Ah, Saturday, a chance to sleep in. just then I heard the maid call something. and, being half asleep, I did not know what she had said. Then all of a sudden I bounced out of bedl and cried, Did she say puppies ? Yes, she did, they called back. We all ran downstairs to the basement and here, by Dot, the mother dog, were eight of the sweetest, silkiest. little puppies anyone ever laid eyes on. They had little pink noses and little pink feet. Their faces were like a round ball with their eyes not yet opened. We spent most of Saturday and Sunday with the puppies one of whom died Saturday. Already we can see that they have grown. To-day, Monday, when we came home from school we cut their tails off, at least half off. It did not seem to hurt them very much and they soon lay down and forgot all about it. We are planning to keep one male pup who as yet is still nameless. -Marnie Austin, Grade IX. UN SERE SCHULE Unsere schule liegt am Armstrong's Point. Sie besteht aus drei Gebanden. Sie hat elf Klassen. und hunderteinundreissig Schiilerinnen. Wir sind in Klasse elf jetzt. Unsere schule hat eine Hauptlehrarin, Fraulein Foster. Wir lernen franzosisch und deutch, und, auch latein. VVir treiben viel Sport in unserer schule: Fussball, Handball, Tennis, Turnen. Schlitt- schuhlaufen, Schneeschuhlaufen. und Schwimmen. Ich bin drei yahre in elieser Schule und es tut mir leid, sie zu verlassen. I -Mary Bull, Grade Xl. ' UNE PROMENADE A BICYCLETTE Un jour mon amie et moi, nous avons pense que nous ferions une promenade at bicyclette. Ainsi un beau matin nous nous sommes levees de bonne heure et nous sommes partis. Apres quelque temps nous sommes arrivees at une mauvaise route et ma bicyclette a glisse et je suis tombee. Oh, ai-je crie, Les oeufsll' Le panier s'est renverse et les oeufs ont roule au bas de la colline. Je les ai cherches et ils etaient casses, mais VOX FLUJWINIS Page Thirty-two .................................................... ......................-.......................- ............................. .... .................................................................................................................................................-..- cela ne nous faisait rien parce que nous avions du lard et des fruits et des petits pains. Enfin nous sommes arrive-es a notre destination, et Marie C mon amiej a cueilli du bois pour faire le feu pendant que je suis allee chercher de l'eau. Prenez garde V' Marie a dit. Mais a ce moment mon pied a glisse et je suis tombee dans le Heuve. Uh ! ai-je crie, Mes habits sont tout ft fait mouilles et les allumettes sont trempees aussi. Nous sommes restees pendant deux heures. pendant que mes habits sechaient et nous avons decide qu'il serait mieux de dejeuner avant de partir de la maison. -Grace Clark, Grade X. MY DREAM Every night when lights are out. Through the forest trees I scoutg 1 Looking through the clear dark night, To see the tigers come in sight, Then a twig is heard to break- And in my boots I start and quake, Then I hurl myself around. I see a tiger-on the ground. He springs at mel I leap at him. Then the world grows quickly dimg And in the night I'm.heard to scream, I'm on the Hoor! It's all a dream. -Shirley Johnstone. Grade VII. ' i ' . .I Page Thivfty-three VOX FL UMINIS LE PRINTEMPS .le suis un petit oiseau. je suis un oiseau jaune. Ie m'appelle un canari, et j'habite dans une tres petite maison dans les grands arbres. Au printemps le soleil bnrille et les bourgeons des arbres sont verts. Je vois beaucoup de nuages blancs dans un ciel tres bleu. Il fait tres chaud Je vois un ,petit jardin. Dans ce jardin il y a des cerisiers, des poiriers, et des pruniers, mais il n' y a pas de pommiers. Dans ce jardin aussi il y a beaucoup de belles roses et des rosiers. Quand les bourgeons des roses s'ouvrent, les roses sont tres grandes. Il y a aussi des roses tremieres, dc grands coquelicots, et d'autres fieurs. it Au printemps les petites filles montent sur leurs bicyclettes et jouent a la balle. Elles sont tres contents parce que le printemps est ici. Elles aiment le printemps. Moi aussi. -Hope Rutherford, Grade VIH, REVENGE What on earth is ailing the bell? It should have rung five minutes ago. I'm all ready to dash pell-mell As soon as it decides to go. VVhoever rings it must be dead. But wait till I am in eleven. C0f me it probably will be said I ring it two jififs early evenD. -Janet Turnbull, Grade IX. THE HUNT It seems to me that my life from seven-fifteen until nine in the morn- ing is one continual hunt. At seven-fifteen I am awakened and informed that it is time for me to get up. Then the hunt begins. I hunt for the will to make myself leap out of bed and stick my face in cold water to finish the process of waking. After that I get dressed, considerable hunting is required before my clothes are on. First I rummage in my drawer for clean underwear and stockings. Then I must look around for my cuff-links. I search my brain to find out Why in the World I didn't put my tie on my dressing table where it should have gone and where I had put it when I took it off. After lengthy searching around my room my brain having refused to give any information as to its whereabouts, I usually find that bothersome tie in the cupboard, under the bed or some other equally silly place. Next comes my tunic, the one article of dress which is usually in its proper place. being rather large to mislay. Then my belt, not usually where it should be but almost always in some inconspicuous place. I can then go downstairs to one thing I never have to look for-my breakfast. Having hnished my breakfast I must again go a hunting for my coat. beret, scarf, gloves and overshoes, hardly ever to be found where I think they are. Any homework books I have must also be found. VOX FL UMINIS Page Thirty-four After walking down the street I start to look for my street car ticket and when I Hnally arrive at school, my locker key. And yet for all this teachers often Wonder why some pupils cannot arrive on time! -Margaret Aldous, Grade VIII. LE VERGER Le pere de Marie et de Marguerite possede un verger. Marie et Mar- guerite aiment jouer et cueillir les fruits dans le verger. C'est charmant. Un matin, Marie et Marguerite prennent leurs paniers avec elles au verger pour cueillir les fruits. Conibien de pommes avez-vous cueilli? 'J'ai cueilli six pommes et huit poires, clit Marguerite. Oh, la, la! j'ai renverse mes poires et mes pommes. Elles sont aplaties ! . La mere de Marie et cle Marguerite vient au verger. Qu' avez-vous fait avec le fruit, Marguerite P 'Tai renverse les pommes et les poires, mamanf' dit-elle. Cela ne fait rien, mon petit, parce que ces pommes et ces poires-la sont de mauvaises pommes et poires, dit la mere. Marguerite et Marie sont contentes. -Nancy Morgan, Grade VIII. Parvus vir erat Catapultam habebat, Ex parva tela ferro facta suntg Ad Humen tum ivit Ex anserem occidit Per parvo telo medium caput. Quem domum tulit Ad Joanam, jussit Et eam magnam ignem facere Ad bene parendum, Quem ad Humen captum In ripis aquae ipse occiderat. -Grade X. Latin Class. 0 L,-.ii-..--.. UN PETIT OISEAU Au printemps tous les petits oiseaux viennent du sud, au nord et nous qui demeurons dans un pays du nord, somrnes tres heureux de les voirp Cette annee un tres petit oiseau commence fi voler au nord. Il est heureux, et il veut chanter. Mais il sais qu'il peut chanter tout l'ete et que maintenant, il faut qu'il vole vite, parce que il est si petit. Apres avoir vole pendant plusieurs heures, il devient fatique, et il s'assied sur un arbre pour se reposer. Maintenant nous pouvons le regarder. Page Tlzirty-jive VOX FL UMINIS Comme j'ai dit, il est tres petit. Il est brun, mais quand il eliante, nous voyons du jaune et un peu de rouge sous le corps. Pendant que nous le regardons, une autre le regarde aussi. Elle est toute seule. mais elle est Here. Nous ne la voyons pas, jusqu'a ce qu'elle chante. Notre petit oiseau brun regarde autour de l'arbre. Il la voit. Ils se regardent. Ah! son petit artifice a reussi! -Mary Bun, Grade XI. DIE LORIELEI Der Lorelei-Felsen liegt an dem Ostufer des Rheines, zwisclien Bingen und Coblenz. Dort ist die Luft kiihl und der Rhein Hiesst ruhig. Es wird gesagt, dass eine schone Jungfrau auf dem Felsen sitze und ein Lied mit einer gewaltigen, traurigen Melodie singe. So lasse sie die Schiffer die Felsenriffe vergessen, sodass ihre Sehiffe am Lorelei-Felsen zersehellen. -- -Sally Coyne, Grade XI. NOEL J'ai recu beaucoup de presents ei Noel. Ma soeur, ma mere et mon pere aussi ont beaucoup de presents. J'ai recu des mouchoirs, un phono- graphe, un kimono, des bas de soie, une bourse bleue-et beaueoup d'autres presents. Nous avons un grand diner, du potage, du dindon, etc. Notre arbre de Noel est petit cette annee. Mais nous avons un joyeux Noel. Et vous? -Mary Jean Galvin, Grade VGI. l,,,,,, , , . A i ROBERTA LEE, THE HEAD GIRL WITH THE COUNCIL D. McLean, M. Cave, J. Turnbull, B. R. Parton, I. Monson and Prefects D Greelman, J. Nicholls, D. Young, M. E. McIntyre. V OX FL U M I N I S Page Thivfty-six THOUGHTS OF A LATE RIVERBENDER As I look towards the river, Twilight comes stealing over g The chime of bells floats through the mist, And I think of the year just past. The memories are clear and strong, The long days of all the exams, The bright ones of picnics and parties And anxious times when our team Beat elevens and then were defeated, And exams were yet to come. Then night drops her curtain of stars And I wake from my reverie. -Helen Leonard, Grade X. THOUGHTS ON WHISTLING I A I I wonder why it is that people so universally enjoy whistling? Every- one seems to find a peculiar pleasure in puckering up their mouths and emitting long howling noises. Wlhistling signifies peace of mind and hap- piness, nobody whistles who is feeling downcast. Somehow this sort of entertainment is much better than singing. If you walk a long way, at first you can sing like a lark or a crow, but after a while this becomes too tiresome and you will break into a whistle. As in other things, there are many kinds of whistles, boys when they are out fishing have the most happy carefree whistles in the world-al- though the tune is nameless and wandering, it is full of the joy of being a young boy. The older a man grows the better he whistles but the less feeling he puts into doing it. Whistling is an art. Advanced vaudeville men, and nature lovers, often become very efficient in this art. They can imitate the calls of many birds and it is beautiful to hear these sounds, so exact a reproduction of the ori- ginal. I, myself, have found it very hard to whistle. I have tried in vain for many years to pour forth a rich volume of sound but up to this day I have only succeeded in producing a very faint and uncertain noise. -Muriel Beth Gourley, Grade XI. AU BORD DE L.A MER Au bord de la mer nous avons des heures j oyeuses. Le matin nous nous levons at sept heures et nageons sur l'ile de Troyes. Nous avons le dejeuner et nous nous promenons apres le dejeuner. Il y a ma mere, mon pere, mes deux freres, et la bonne. Nous avons une maison sur la falaise avec la mer au-dessons. Il y a quatre pieces sur le premier etageg et sur le deuxieme etage il y a cinq pieces. Nos costumes de bain sont noirs, blancs, bleus, verts et rouges. Nos amis demeurent dans la maison at cote. Page Thirty-seven VOX FL UMINIS Il y a une route du village au bord de la mer autour de la montagne. e pense que nous avons une jolie vue de notre malson. Je pense que si vous etlez ici vous l'aimeriez aussi. Voulez-vous venir me rendre visite quelquefois? -Gwen Ramsay, Grade VII. ERROR CHARACTERS Marc us-Accused thief. Lucius-Marcus' friend. R Little Boy--The son of Marcus' master. fMarcus is standing by the gate looking very downcast. Lucius, who happens to be passing, looks up and sees Marcusl. Lucius : Marcus Lucius : Marcus Lucius : Marcus Lucius : Marcus Lucius : Marcus Lucius: Puerf' Marcus ,ca Ave Marcef' Cdejectedlyj : Ave Luci. Visus es miserf' R Eheu! sum miserf' Cnr miser es P Mens dominus inquit, 'Unum gladium rapuisti'. Num gladium rapuisti? Gladium non rapui, sed in aedilicio non est. Domini parvum filium in agro gladio vidi. fexcitedlyj : Est-ne aureus ?', Magnus aureus est. Hic parvus puer venit. CEuter boyj. C to boyj : 'fPortavisti-ne gladium ad agrum F Little Boy: Gladium? In agro est. Marcus and Lucius fto boyj : Veni! Eo adeamus 2 C Onin-es e.i'c'untj . -Hope Rutherford, Grade VIII. MARCHING SONG Bring the comb and play upon it! Marching, here we come! Carla cocks her highland bonnet Jerry beats the drum. Mademoiselle commands the party, Libby leads the rear. All the others, hale and hearty, March on with a cheer. Dimples, ever bright and cheery, Peggy, laughing too, Betty Dailley, never weary, Shouts the orders through. VOX FLUMINIS Page Thirty-eight ......-.............-..-......................................................................................... ...-.............................................. ...........-....-........................................................................................nu-... -...H........................................... Dorothea, hair all neatly Pinned in place, is here. Jena, always smiling sweetly- And Helen, the gossipeer. Grace, our little airy fairy, On feet so light doth go- Betty Neal, face all merry, Wanders slowly to and fro. So we now parade before you, Grade ten one and all. Let's hope in leaping to Grade eleven, Not one of us shall fall! -The President. With apologies to the original Marching Song. Erat anicula quae sub colle habitabat Nisi discessit, ibi etiam habitat. Parvus caeruleus veni et cornu infie Sunt oves in prato et vaccae in segeteg Ubi est parvus qui plerumque servat oves Sternitur sub farni acervo imo somne quiete. VVith apologies to the original. -Grade XI. Latin Class. A TRIP 'ro THE zoo p The London Zoo! How glamourous and exciting it is, especially to young children. The tigers slinking noiselessly about in their iron-bound cages, the roar of the hungry lion, the piercing laugh of the little hyena, and the human-like tricks of the monkeys, bring the thrills of an African jungle close to hand. To Pieter in particular all this would be thrilling because it was new. Hpe had only been in London a very little while and they had nothing like a zoo in Canada. His mother had promised to take him as soon as she found time, but there were so many other things to do. Finally Peter went himself. How marvellous it was to move close to the cages and poke peanuts at the monkeys without any detaining hands, or to watch the elephants spraying their backs with their long trunks. But it was getting dark now so perhaps he had better go home. Of course there would be a scolding when his mother found he had gone alone. but still-that was that! Peter heard a terrible roar and turning, he saw, coming straight towards him, a great tawny lion. He felt his heart pounding strangely. He Page Thirty-nine VOX FL U M I N I S tried to scream, his lips were paralyzed, he tried to move but his legs re- fused to budge. Closer and closer the lion came-Peter could see its green eyes glit- tering, its muscles were taut, its claws quivering-now it was crouched ready to spring. He stood as if turned to stone. A moment. Peter woke suddenly. Now he would wait to go with his mother. -Audrey Ross, Grade XI. LA RIVIERE Entre les montagnes la riviere coule comme un ruban d'argent. Les montagnes sont noires et le ciel derriere elles est rose. Tout est tranquille et de petits bateaux vont sur l'eau. Les bateaux ont de petites voilesg quelqu' unes sont blanches et d'autres sont jaunes ou rouges. Il fait clair de lune sur ces petits bateaux et les hommes retournent a leurs maisons apres avoir peche toute la journee. Sur la rive des femmes et des enfants les attendent. Les vaches marchent dans l'eau et se reposent apres la journee chaude. Partout les oiseaux et les petits animaux se couchent et lentement le monde devient tranquille. Mais la riviere continue a couler. -Muriel Beth Gourley, Grade XI. T? .4.........4.., , : . VOX FLUMINIS Page Forty R E P 0 RT S fw THE TRACK MEET The Track Meet for both the seniors and juniors was held in the school grounds on October the seventh. It was a cold, dreary day, but nevertheless, everything went well. Connie Ramsay, Grade IX., won the Senior Running Broad jump, at ll feet 8 inches. Eleanor Flett. Grade IX., and Grace Sellers, Grade XI., came second and third, with 11 feet. 7 inches, and 11 feet. In the Senior Standing Broad jump, Susan Thomas, Grade IX., did very well. She came first with a jump of 7 feet. Muriel Beth Gourley, Grade XI., came second, having reached 6 feet, 9 inches, Alison Warner, Grade IX., came third with 6 feet, 4 inches. . - A very interesting event was the Senior Archery Contest. This was won by Katherine Hall, Grade VIII., who made 20 points. Elspeth Wil- son, Grade IX., made 19 points. Roberta Lee, Grade XII., came third, with 10 points. The results of the Senior 50 Yard Dash are as follows: first, Connie Ramsay, Grade IX., second, Grace Clark, Grade X., third, Hope Ruther- ford, Grade VIII. Shelagh Cooney, Grade XI.. won the Senior Ball Throw. Betty Dailley, Grade X., and Eleanor Flett, Grade IX., came second and third. The Senior High jump was a close competition between Audrey Ross, and Inas George. Audrey finally won,twith a jump of 4 feet, 6 inches. Inas jumped 4 feet, 534: inches. Betty, Dailley came third. Grade X. won the Senior Relay Race and Grade IX. came second. In the junior Running Broad jump, Gladys Cotterell, Grade VII., did 12 feet, 1 inch: Marion Haig. Grade VII., 11 feet, Barbara Sellers, Grade VI., 10 feet, 6 inches. The junior Standing Broad jump was won by Marion Haig, Grade VII., who did 6 feet. Barbara Sellers, Grade VI., ran a close second. She jumped 5 feet, 8 inches: Gladys Cotterell, Grade VII., came third with 5 feet. The Junior High jump was won by Ruth Wood, and Gwen Ramsay, who tied with 3 feet, 9 inches. Marion Haig came second with 3 feet, 8 inches. Gladys Cotterell, Grade VII., won the junior 50 Yard Dash, Marion Haig and Ruth Wood came second and third. In the relay Grade VII. was successful, Grades V. and VI. came second and third. The Intermediate 25 Yard Dash was won by Marguerite MacDonald g Mary Harris came second and Nancy Riley third. Gloria Montgomery won the Primary 25 Yard Dash, and Lorna Aikins came second. Helen Rankin came third. Page Forty-one VOX FLUMINIS The Senior Cup was presented by Miss Foster to Connie Ramsay, the Sports-Captain of Grade IX. Grade VII. won the Junior Cup. It was pre- sentedpto Marion Haig, as the Sports-Captain of that Grade. -Alison VVarner, Grade IX., and Mary Elizabeth McIntyre, Grade XI. 1- BASKETBALL After a hard fought series of inter-form games, Grades X. and XI. emerged victors in the semi-finals. Gnce more would these two forms battle for the basketball supremacy of Riverbend. The first game of the finals was played early in April, and resulted in a lead of six points for Grade XI. Not at all daunted by Grade XI.'s vic- tory, in the second game the Grade X. team turned the tables, and made 36 points to Grade XI.'s 24. In this game the speed and teamwork of Grade X. was excellent. Friday, the 29th arrived and in the school one fact predominated-that on this day was to be played the final basketball game for the school cham- pionship. In the presence of Miss Foster, the Alumnae of Riverbend, mistresses and other interested spectators, the final chapter of many struggles was about to be written. Each player had that do or die look and if looks could win a game, both sides deserved the victory. The whistle blew! The ball was thrown-but oh, if Grade X. had only known! In the first period both teams played an excellent defensive game, thereby holding the count down 6 to 1, in favor of Grade XI. Grade XI.'s three baskets were evenly divided while Grade X's sole count was the re- sult of a well-aimed free shot by Carla Lehmann. Audrey Rossls steady play gained three more baskets for Grade XI. in the middle session. Grade X. failed to show their accustomed form in this period, and had to be content with one basket. Score 12-3 for Grade XI. During the third period both teams did their utmost, but in their over- eagerness many scoring opportunities were missed by both sides. To the onlooker the outcome of the game was never very doubtful. VVhen the whistle blew the score was 16-5 and the Grade XI. team retained the coveted trophy for another year. We offer our sincere thanks to Miss Cussans of Daniel McIntyre High School and Miss Holden for coming to referee for us. The teams were-Grade XI.: jump, Audrey Ross, Muriel Beth Gour- ley 5 centre, Dorothy Creelmang forward, Mary Elizabeth McIntyre, Shelagh Cooney, Dorothy Young, defense, Roberta Lee, Grace Sellers. Grade X.: Jump, Betty Dailleyg centre, Dime Aikensg forward, Carla Lehmann, Grace Clark 5 defense, Peggy Carlisle, Jean Morse. 5 --Dorothy Creelman, Grade XI. VOX FLUMINI5' Page Forty-two THE LIBRARY CLUB The Club this year, supported by the entire XI.'s and XII.'s, has had some very good meetings. The first one was chiefly social and concerned with nominations for a President. Mary Walston was elected. We began the season with an afternoon party for the Senior Schoolg its purpose was to make money, by fish-ponds, fortune-telling and so on, for the library. We bought eight books with the takings. At the next two meetings we read James Montgomery's comedy, Nothing but the Truth, and discovered who were the promising actresses for the year. Since the production of the three one-act plays Creported elsewherej, which we undertook with Grade X., we have only been able to meet twice. Gur last play is Oscar VVilde's The Importance of Being Earnest. We hope that the oncoming generations of Grades XI. and XII. will follow our happy footsteps to the drawing room at four o'clock on alternate Fridays. -Mary Walston, Grade XI. .il. ' LE CLUB FRANCAIS Si par hasard vous vous trouviez it Riverbend un vendredi quand nous avions le club francais je vous assure que vous verriez des choses extraordinaires. Cette annee nous ne sommes pas moins interessees qu' avant. A la premiere reunion nous avons d'abord choisi les officiers. Nous avons elu Mary Elizabeth McIntyre comme presidente, Carla Lehmann comme vice- presiclente et Muriel Beth Gourley comme secretaire. Mais les elections n'ont pas pris beaucoup de temps et l'ouvrage fini, le club a commence de bonne foi. Le grade IV. a contribue une piece, et la grade XI. a joue Hansel et Gretel, mais pour l'evenement supreme Marguerite McDonald du grade III. a chante: Au Clair de la Lune. Un autre vendredi le grade X. a presente une piece intitulee Swift et le Domestiquef' et le grade VI. a fait Le Professeur de Phonetiques, avec Sally Coyne dans le role du professeur. Quelquefois des enfants recitent des poemes, Mary Elizabeth McIntyre nous a recite avec beaucoup d'esprit le poeme A Helene, par Ronsard et Helene Leonard aussi a recite le Petit Poemef' t Nous attendons avec joie la prochaine assemblee quand le grade XI. jouera un acte de la comedic, La Poudre aux Yeux. Nous esperons que ce sera un grand succes. -Charlotte Purdy, Grade XI. l- 1... . SWIMMING ' The swimming activities of the year were indicated on February 10th, when all Riverbend appeared as competitors or onlookers at the Y.W.C.A. Page Forty-three VOX FL UMINIS -...............-........-..............................nu....-..................................................................-................. .... ............................ ...........-.-.......-...............................................................................................................................-. .... ........................... The first event was a Junior Race, in which Marguerite MacDonald was the winner. The Junior School record for the 25 yard dash was won by Barbara Newcombe. A team composed of Frances Aikins, Marnie Austin and Elspeth Wilson, gave a splendid display of nautical manoeuvres. The Play Timef and Medley Races, a group arranged for the Juniors, was most fascinating to watch. The last item was a diving exhibition by Frances, Marnie, Carla Lehmann and Elspeth. After the events on the programme and the pre- sentation of the cups by Miss Foster, anyone who wished could go for a swim. We are all looking forward to the swimming during the hot weather and we hope there will be continued enthusiasm for this sport. -Iva Monson, Grade XII. GYMNASTICS AND DANCING This spring we not only had an open day for parents to come and see what is done in the class rooms, but we also had an open night so that they could see what was being done in the gymnasium. The classes were divided into two main divisions, gymnastic and dancing, and in each case started with the junior school and worked up to the senior. The first item on the programme by Grades I., II. and III., was Jack the Giant Killer. The story was told aloud and the children acted it, one half were Jacks, and the other half Giants This was entertaining and gave a clear idea of what the children do everyday in classes. Grades VII., VIII. and IX. contributed Rythmical Exercises, and Grades IV., V. and VI. played some relay games which proved very excit- ing for everyone concerned. Grades IX., X. and XI. found they were very popular for keeping their line straight during the Figure Marching. By our dancing-we tried to show that we could be graceful as well as athletic. Grades I., II. and III. danced The Daisy Chain, in which they picked daisies and made chains of them. A Partner Dance, by Grades IV., V. and VI. was an old fashioned minuet, and the Rose Dance, by VII. and VIII. was a slow and beautiful dance representing the opening of a rose-bud. Grade X. did a buoyantly happy Clown Dance. Grade .XI.'s share of the programme was Dancing Exercises. Then followed the Happy Hours Dance, by Grade IX. To close the evening Dorothy Moxon presented Miss McKibbon with fiowers as a sign of our appreciation and affection. -Charlotte Purdy, Grade XI. VOX FLUMINIS' Page Forty-four GLEE CLUB The Glee Club is divided into two sections, the juniors and Seniors. In October both sections began to practise an interesting group of songs. The Glee Club did not take part in the Christmas Concert this year but immediately after returning from the holidays the Festival music was begun. ' This year Riverbend had four entries. The juniors sang Hom, My Nut Brown Maiden, and Irish Lullaby. The adjudicator commended them but gave first place to Rupert's Land College. He was particularly encouraging to Grades VIII. and IX. for their action song, The Cockle- gatherers. a Hebridean folk song. The Senior Glee Club sang two songs, A Lake and a Fairy Boat. and Gossip joan. They did well but were unable to recover the Chief justice VVallbridge shield from Rupert's Land. The Glee Clubs are now rehearsing for juneg last year's Pippa's Song. is to be sung again by request. V 'W e have enjoyed having Helen Richardson, an old girl, as accom- panist this year. ' -Roberta Lee and Muriel Beth Gourley. .Till-1-1-1. THE CHRISTMAS CONCERT just before the Christmas holidays we gave a concert. Grades IV. to VII. sang and acted The King's Breakfast and Vespers, from XV hen VVe VVere Very Young. Grades I. to III. dressed in gay pyjamas, sang us some lovely little bed-time songs. ' Grade X. presented themselves as old-time carollers and sang some rollicking carols by the light of a lantern. VVe specially enjoyed seeing into a French home as portrayed by Grade VIII. under the direction of Mrs. Laing. -Betty Ray Parton, Grade X. lii PLAYS There was such a secret silence in the school for two weeks. We saw some girls from X., XI. and XII. appearing at mysterious times, others quickly hiding bundles. XVhat is going on, we asked each other. But no one knew. u ' Then one day it was announced in Prayers, that Grades X., XI. and XII. were going to entertain us by giving three plays. The parents of the girls taking part were to be invited. That night, Friday, February 28th, when all was over, we had much to talk about. Everyone was perfectly delighted with the plays we had seen. The first was called The Death of Pierrot, by Mr. Green. Pierrot was well played by Mary Bull, Grace Clark played the part of Columbine and danced very prettily. Harlequin was Mary jane Austin. Carla Lehmann was a School Inspector and Betty Ray Parton his terrible Wife. Page Forty-five VOX FLUMINIS The next play was to me the most impressive play of all because its idea was most common to everyday life with its funniness and sorrow. Its title was Thirty Minutes in a Street. Coincidence was the last play of the evening. All the parts were very well played especially Peggy Carlisle's and Frances Aikinsi' -Grace McCurdy, Grade IX. THE HISTORY COMPETITION In view of the highly pleasing results of last year's history competition, it was decided to hold another. There were many entries. especially in the model and the doll divisions, and all the work was beautifully done. Shelagh and Doreen McFayden built an elaborate model of a French Canadian home. It was complete to the smallest detail, from the old spinning-wheel to the tiny patch-work quilts that could be seen through the half-shut bedroom doors. An old English living room was sent in by Agnes Richardson and Barbara Sellers and VVinifred Davidson did a clay model of a temple. The last two won credits for Grade VI. In the story and poem sections there were many interesting entries. Morna Kenny wrote a poem and a story of General Brock and Agnes Richardson told of Laura Secord in poetry. Gladys Cotterell, of Grade VII., attempted a play about the Saxons. The dolls were lovely. Two dear little French Canadian children were dressed by Shelagh and Doreen McFayden and Iris Norman dressed a little Indian Doll in its native costume. The drawings were good too. Winifred Davidson won first place with a sketch of the first parliament buildings, and Lydia Klein came second with her drawing of Upper Fort Garry. Grade VIII. won their points with three tableaux. a new section in the competition. First place was given to Sir Waltei- Raleigh K M. McCurdyj placing his cloak on the ground for Queen Elizabeth CK. Hallb to walk upon. Whe11 Victoria received news that she was Queen, and the styles of five generations-from great-great-grandmother to a modern girl- gained the remaining credits in this class for Grade VIII. Isobel Hutchison, of this grade, also deserves mention for her splendid work in securing snap- shots of historical places in or near VVinnipeg. Altogether the entries were exceptionally good and we look forward to another competition next year. After careful consideration the judges Hnally awarded first place to Grade VI., followed closely by Grades V. and VIII. The results are as follows:- Models- 1. Doreen and Shelagh McFayden. Z. Barbara Sellers and Agnes Richardson. 3. Winifred Davidson. Drawings- 1. Winifred Davidson. 2. Lydia Klein. 3. Agnes Richardson, Pat Murray. VOX FLUMINIS .Page Forty-six .............. ...... .............,....... ........ . .... . .......-................................--.. ...-.................................................... ..-....-..................................-. Stories- l. Morna Kenny. 2. Lydia Klein. Dolls- 1. Shelagh and Doreen McFayden. 2. Iris Norman. 3. Agnes Richardson. Tavbleaux- 1. M. McCurdy, K. Hall. 2. M. Cave, M. Aldous, B. MacKay. K. Walton. 3. B. Plews, M. Cave, M. Aldous, M. McCurdy, K. Hall. Poems- l. Agnes Richardson. 2. Morna Kenny. A -Jane Nicholls, Grade XI. VISITORS TO RIVERBEND ' ' Several times during this winter the senior school has gathered to- gether in thegrey house to listen to interesting people, invited by Miss Young, speak to us about many present-day topics. ' VVe have been given an interesting knowledge of the lawyer's pro- fession by Miss McMurrayg Miss Haig described a journalistic career, and Mrs. Herklots painted the life of the Rumanian peasants, closely linked with the land. Mrs. Herklots brought with her several typically beautiful garments exquisitely embroidered and beautifully beaded, the work of Rumanian women. With Miss Owen we held a discussion of international conditions, and the work of the Student Christian Movement in trying to improve them. Mr. McMillan told us of life in Formosa, with the mixture of races, Chinese, Japanese and English in its busy streets. Dr. Thomas, of Toronto, though he drastically changed our ideas of present social conditions, aroused in us a desire to put back into life what we have taken out of it. We have had many class discussions over the truth of his conviction. ' ' We feel that we owe our sincere thanks to Miss Young for these greatly enjoyed discussions, and we hope it will be possible to continue them next year. -Peggy Carlisle and Carla Lehmann, Grade X. RIDING I go riding from the Stradbrook Stables every Wednesday. The horses are quiet and I hope the sunny weather will continue so that the roads will be in better condition. 3 I started to ride last fall, but the school did not continue through the winter owing to the cold. A few weeks ago we started again. Page Forty-seven VOX FLUMINIS It is too bad there are not more people riding, but the seniors I sup- pose cannot get out as often as I can. VVe go across country, and when we get on good mud roads. we trot for a little while. It was a pity Tommy's horse, Cerebos. did not do better in the rodeo, because he can jump over seven feetg he had been jumping quite steadily throughout the week, so I guess he was a bit tired. ' -Morna Kenny. Grade VI. THE BAND VISITS RIVERBEND One April day we learnt that we were to have the pleasure of hearing the Princess Patis band. So at two o'clock we all assembled in the gym and were introduced to our entertainers. Before each of the special instruments were played, Mr. Wallace of the School Board and Capt. james explained them to us. The most amusing part of the programme was when the drummer sang and acted the King's Horses. We also had a solo from the player of the bassoon. We had other duets and solos, all of which were very interesting. Before we heard the band, I think we were rather doubtful how we could sit for an hour or so. just listening to music. But when we had heard it we found we could have listened longer still. Altogether it was a very enjoyable hour and we are grateful to who- ever arranged it for us. -TEdith Haig, Grade IX. RIVERBEN D ALUMNAE A spring rain was beginning to fall as a party of Riverbend old girlsi' met at the school gate on the afternoon of April 29th, in response to an invitation from Miss Foster to have tea with her and talk over plans for forming an Alumnae organization. Margaret Evans acted as chairman with Miss Foster as Honorary Presidentg after some exciting voting we found that jean MacPherson was our President and jean McLean our Secretary. It was agreed that Alumnae meetings be held once a month. A basketball team is being arranged. After tea we compared notes as to what our old school friends are doing. We learnt with sorrow of the death, while in training at the General Hospital, of Jean Robertson, who was in Grade XII. the first year at Riverbend. Kathleen Corke and Margaret MacDonald are now in training there and Dorothy McGavin at the St. Boniface Hospital. We have heard from Weneen MacDonald in Regina that she intends to begin training next year. A large number of the girls are attending Universityg Dorothy Ross, Jean MacPherson and Jean McLean are now in their second year and Elsa Lehmann, Pat Blair and McHattie in their first. Evelyn Hay, Dorothy Cooper, Beth Kennedy, jean Laing and Vere Mason are at Wesleyg Marian McLeod and Betty Crawford are at the VOX FL U M I NI S Page F arty-eight Agricultural College. Margaret Brown will enter a Pharmacy Course next year but is at present helping her father. Dorothy Goulter is going to Virden High School and Muriel Neilson is at Kelvin. Dorothy's sister, Lilian, is taking singing lessons in the city. Muriel Scott goes to the Success Business College and Mary McLean is at Normal this year. Some of our girls, Margaret Evans, Isobel Hill and Kathleen Young stay at home. -Jean Macpherson. flu illllrmnriam 4' JEAN ROBERTSON, November, 1931. BOARDERS' NOTES ' L Friday Night to the boarders, is a refreshing occasion. for it not only means no study but many varied and interesting escapades. The first Friday night after coming back in September, was spent in becoming acquainted. VVe soon felt rather like a family and very joyfully we wel- comed several of the day girls to our midst. Their visits, however, were all too short. The first few Friday nights we played baseball and badminton. Then one night Miss Lee announced that the Little Theatre players were giving The Farmer's VVife and would we like to see it? Can you guess the answer? VV e enjoyed the play very much. The Little Theatre also gave us two other delightful evenings when wc saw Othello and Among the M aplesf' Plays seem to be our hobby and we have added many lovely ones to our memory: The Barrett's of Vtfimpole Street and She Stoops to Conquer by the Barrie Jackson Company, Professor Tim, by the Abbey Players, and The Bells, by Sir John Martin Harvey. Finally we saw Twelfth Night thrillingly played by the Shakespearean Company. Another evening we ourselves were the actresses. VVe looked forward eagerly to the Celebrity Concerts and we especially remember Spalding, Madame Qnegin and Horowitz. And now the long evenings have come we shall behaving picnic sup- pers on the lawn, and excursions for golf or tennis, on our Friday N ightsf' All days are not Fridays but our work and thought is colored through the week by their happiness. VV e want new-comers to the boarding school to know that we welcome them to Hour desks and rooms 5 though all we Grade XI.'s must leave this summer we will keep our thousand gay and serious memories of the days spent here. We have made customs and traditions that will go with us, but we hope the new ones will begin where We left Uff' -Dorothy Young, Grade XI. PgFty A11 f Q-xPm.L COAL CQ All that is Best in our Cammhm Coal! WIIULESALE AND RETAIL CAPITAL COAL CO. 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