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

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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.

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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.

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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