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

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l VOX FLUMINIS Page Twelve ..........-...-.-......-..-...-.............-......-.... ..-...--..-............................ At last 7.45 came and the girls began making their appearance at the school. At eight o'clock it started and as' each class went up whispered good lucks were given them by those whose turn had yet to come. The Kindergarten and Grades I. and II. had gone through their marching and Grades III. and IV. were playing their games when the call came for the senior group for apparatus. Each girl as she waited for her turn secretly hoped and prayed it would not be she who slipped or made a mistake. Grades VII., VIII. and IX. patiently waiting, could be heard mumbling Up, down, 1, 2 3,,' or instructions to that effect because no one relished the idea of being out of count when doing Danish gymnastics. The Grades V. and VI. went up next to do their folk dances and Grade X., while waiting, tried their strength for their tumbling and pyramids. The Grades XI. and XII.. calm and composed, as was becoming to the senior grades, waited, feeling confident their Swedish gymnastics would not go amiss. The tap dancers went up next and when the strains of the Side VValks of New York were waited down to us we lined up for our grand finale. All had gone well, the atmosphere changed to one of relief and satis- faction and if you should have chanced to inquire why it had changed, the person you asked would look at you in disgust and say The gym display- over-didn't you see it ? -Inas George, Grade X. .1 1 W. Y? FIRST AND SECOND BASKETBALL TEAMS fLeft to Rightlz' Back Row-Marion McCurdy, Kay Hall, Mary McLean, 'Mabel Stewart, Betty Neal, Marnie Austin, Ariel Anderson, Grace Clark CCaptain, 2nd Teamj. Middle Row-Jane Whyte, 'Peggy Carlisle, Betty Dailley CCa.ptain, lst Teamj, Carla Lehmann, Inas George. Front Row-Frances Aikins, Rtuth 'Baldry, Miss Bowman, Grace McCurdy, Eleanor Flatt.

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Page Eleven VOX FL UMINIS Athletics at Riverbend play an important part in the daily life of the school, and the afternoon games periods offer a splendid variety of activities. September saw the grounds dotted with girls practising for Field Day. High jump, broad jump, baseball throw and dashes kept every- one busy, until an early snow drove us indoors, and postponed the meet until the spring. November brought the beginning of the basketball season, and gym classes were well underway. Deep snow in December made tobogganing and skiing on the river banks the popular sports, and basketball continued in the gym. In January inter-class basketball matches were played, and outside the rink was gay with skaters, at all hours of the day. We even boasted a hockey team for a time-unsteady-but enthusiastic! February and March were given over to hard work for the gym dis- play, the effort being well repaid on the night of March 24th. May I say how proud I was of you all. The highlights of April were the Riverbend-Rupert's Land basketball games, in which the First and Second Teams divided the honors with Rupert's Land, and made a fitting close to the basketball season. And now we are outdoors again-and baseball and bicycles are the order of the day. Soon tennis and archery will claim our attention. and so we finish our year of sports-with a feeling of something accomplished and another year to look forward to! -Miss Gwendolyn Bowman. THE GYM DISPLAY If you had happened to be in Riverbend School any time during the day of March 24th, you would have noticed an atmosphere of suppressed excitement, and in one or two cases it wasn't exactly suppressed. The teachers themselves seemed to have the Oh I wish it was over air and slowly but surely you yourself would have become very curious to know what it was all about. At last you would inquire and the person you asked would give you an injured look and reply The gym display-tonight- didn't you know ? The morning and afternoon dragged slowly for the girls, who alternately dreaded and hoped the evening would come.

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Page Thirteen VOX FL UMINIS .............-.....-.-.........- ..... . ..... ....-..-.. .......... ... ..... ..-...-.. ...... ...-. ......... ....-... ........... -.-.--.--.-. .................................. ....-.-.......... SENICDR SCHCDGL 014' The following story The Trapper's Adventure, by Morna Kenny, was awarded first prize in the Senior School Short Story Contest. A Fire, by Isobel Hutchison came second. A Piece of Gum. by Margaret Aldous and The Adventures of a Dollar Bill by Katharine Walton gained Honorable Mention. THE TRAPPERUS ADVENTURE In a remote spot in the Rocky Mountains where there was no one but white trappers and Indians, lived a young trapper named Tom Hawkins. He trapped wild animals in the winter and in the summer he took the pelts down to the village and sold them. One day in mid-winter Tom Hawkins was in his cabin cleaning his gun. He was a tall young man about twenty-five years old, fair, broad shouldered, and very bronzed. I guess I'll go and see to my traps, he said, after a while. He picked up his gun, strapped his snowshoes on his back and started off. The first trap he reached he saw snowshoe marks all around. He did not think anything of it but he said, I hope those Indians didn't touch my traps. He went over to a tree and leaned against it. He heard a rustle in the bushes and a voice said, See that there tree above ye P Yes, said Tom. W'al, reach for itf' said the voice, I got a gun and I'm a good shot. Tom slowly put his hands above his head. Go an' get his gun, Kingf' said the man. O.K. Pete, replied another voice. There was a movement in the bushes and a tall man with a black beard stepped out and took Tom's revolver. The next thing the man did was to tie Tom's hands behind his back and order him to get a move on. With one man in front of him and another behind him Tom approached an old tumbled-down shack. Tie him up well, an' leave him there, said Pete, while I hunt for his traps. About two hours later Pete came back and started to cook the meal. King, he shouted. What do ye want P replied King. Bring that young friend of ours out here so's he can have his grub. We don' want to starve him. A Tom's legs were untied and he came out of the shack and started to eat his meal. The next day he was ordered on his snowshoes and when the men were not looking he got away. He was soon recaptured and taken along to an old cave. Get in there, said Pete, Han' Bill will take care o' ye.