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

Page 10 text:

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 9 text:

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

Page 11 text:

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.