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

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VOX FLUMINIS .Page Sixt-een was then, but not until then, the thought came to Gerald to open it. Prying open the cover of the rescued box, the first thing to meet his eyes were his pearls, then underneath were all Mandaly's papers' of value. Gerald knew no more that night. The next morning, lying on his bed-table, was a note addressed to him on a fire department envelope. Opening it Gerald read: Congratulations for saving the valuable box. Your mother has the pearls. For your reward you are to be allowed three months leave of absence. All expenses will be paid for a return trip to the Atlantic Coast, promising also that you may resume your occupation on home-coming. Sincerely, David and department. Gerald, after reading his note, fell back on his pillow and thought of all that the trip to the coast would mean to him and again fell asleep. -Isobel Hutchison, i Grade IX. The following poem Make Believe, by Margaret Aldous, took first place in the Senior School Poetry Contest. Second place: Ballad on a Modern Racketeerf' by Susan Thomas. Honorable Mention: A Holiday,'i' by Catherine Jeffries. - MAKE BELIEVE Stars are twinkling up in the sky Pinning the moon's silver crescent on high: Breezes from the mountains blow Into the valley that sleeps below. Suppose the fairies come again To haunt once more both fell and fen, Let's make believe. Sleeping are the mortals bold, Little folks their revels hold, Round about their fairy ring, Where they delight to dance and sing: Dewdrops are hanging in the grass A glittering, sparkling, moon-kissed mass: VVon't you believe? Slippery with seaweed are the jagged rocks , All mortal men the great sea mocks, , With its great unconquered power. Here, fairies play at some magic hour, They hover above the whirling pools And the sea-spray covers their wings with jewels. Come, make believe.

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Page Fifteen Vox FL UMINIS least one marshmallow on the end of it, at some stage of the roasting pro- cess. Suddenly Arthur, the most particular boy in the crow'd, burnt his marshmallow, and then with a few words which sounded more like a growl threw the crazy stick which had brought him all the bad luck to the top of the shack, still with a spark of fire in it. He was then compelled to eat marshmallows roasted by the other boys, even if they were burnt, for he knew that awful word sissy which was applied to any boy so particular as he, if he were ever noticed. Now that the marshmallows were finished the boys took turns at telling ghost stories, then a sing-song followed, wound up by Good Night Ladies. Later footsteps running hither and thither to be home at the promised hour were heard. At half-past eleven or about that time Cso the weather-man certified the next dayj a furious wind came up, blowing the leaves off the trees and incidently carrying also a very small portion of the stick from the club shack to the roof of Mandaly's and also helping to light the remaining spark which had nearly gone out. At quarter to twelve Gerald made his usual tour of inspection of the town for the fire department and, passing Mandaly's he said to himself, Goodness how I hope nothing happens to that store to-night of all nights -for he had left the pearl necklace at the store as he was going directly home to his mother's at the time. After a sigh of relief, he looked up at his mirror in the car just as he was turning the corner, but something seemed to tell him. that there was smoke rising from the jeweller's shop. But as he was at the corner, he must watch where he was going, to avoid a collision, therefore after he had backed and stalled at the nearest lane and again turned the dangerous sharp corner he found the whole roof ablaze to meet him g quickly he hastened to park his car opposite the store but was delayed by a passing truck. His first thought was I will phone the station although I know they are all in bed, which will cause a further delay. Then after running to the first fire signal post which was half a block away and putting in a rush call he ran back to Mandaly's to try, first of all, to get his necklace, thinking surely it will be in the safe and I know where the safe is. Mandaly always leaves it unlocked. Breaking the window he ran across the fioor to the safe and emptied its contents as quickly as he could, to try and recover the necklace but it was not there. Then remembering the rules he had always been taught in case of a fire with no help coming, he blew through his hands on to the flames. Then, glancing up, he noticed a square box which had not yet been reached by the flames. While taking it down the other men rushed in with the hose and released Gerald to go out and supervise. All during the rest of the battle with the fire Gerald kept thinking drearily, I've lost my neck- lace, I've lost my necklace. At the end of the fire, David, second in command, came over to Gerald and patting him on the back said What's the worry, friend o' mine ? in a kindly manner, and then pointing to the box What have you here P It

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Page Seventeen VOX FL UMINI5' The music of fairy laughter's sweet And spells are wrought by their dancing feet. Can't you hear the fairy bells? And believe once more in the wee folks' spells. Find the key to elfland's door And wander its magic realms once more. . Learn make believe. -Margaret Aldous, Grade IX. i.,...... MODERN BALLAD ON AN AMERICAN RACKETEER f2nd Placej Mosey Cohen. a racketeer, Was famed throughout for his near beer. He used to live beside a still And was known to his friends as Three Bottle Bill. He loaded his boats at dead of night. The time of day when there is no light, And promenaded in his socks To make less noise, in case of cops. The village detective, Herman Sloth, Could smell near beer a full mile off, And going to the- boat yard's quay, He found his scent was not astray. Quietly he stole up on the dock, And into a barrel he did hop, Then over his head he pulled the lid, So now he was completely hid. This barrel was rolled 'mid jerks and jolts, And placed in one of the smuggler's boats. O, gracious me ! thought Sloth, 'Tm stranded, For what can I do single handed. And in the barrel upon his knees, He found he simply had to sneeze, And doing so to his despair, He blew the lid off in the air. Mosey Cohen, who was standing near, Said Ho! what is that noise I hear? Bless my bottles! It's P.C. Sloth, I'1l give him this to help his cough.