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

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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.

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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.