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

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VOX FL U M I N I S Page Twenty-two .............................-.................................... .,,,,,,.,,,,,, ,,,UN..,-.H--...N-...UQU ...uu----- . --- ..-.-.-.................-.-..................................... .......-...... I ' ...-..-...-..-................-..........-.-........N... A poor hard worked magazine representative trying to' get a contri- bution from a modest classmate. Magazine Rep.: Please try something to take to the meeting, And you'll give the others a regular beating. Modest Classmate: I love you, dear, with all my heart, But in this I cannot take a part. Magazine Rep.: I know you can't but will you try? You will show them by and by. Modest C Iassinate: You know my brains aren't good enough A To try to do such clever stuff. Magazine Rep.: Keep on trying mon petit, And it will come, all tout de suite. Ill od est Cla-ssnzate : Although I truly love you, Please keep this thought in mind: A clever thought or saying Is more than I can find. Magazine Rep.: I know your brains are rusty, I know they are not good, But don't let them get dusty, Write a poem, as you should! Q They got the poemj. -Shirley Johnston, Grade VIII. SPRING Spring-that one word brings pictures to the mind. After the long winter everyone looks forward to this season. Dreary cold days have gone and instead there are April showers and bright sunshine. The SHOW has melted away and a feeling of Spring is in the air. Even the trees seem to be glad that winter is over and the leaves are all peeping out of their buds, eager to come out and see what the busy world is doing. They seem to know people want to see a leaf after the winter and are eagerly hurrying to satisfy that desire.

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Page Twenty-one VOX FL UMINIS Saturday afternoon, and to bring everything possible that would be helpful to a needy family. We secured dresses for the children and mothers and fixed them up as best we could. Some knitted things for the baby, others mended or sewed. Then we thought that it would be a novel idea and also a useful gift, to make an afghan for them. So we gathered up all the scraps of wool we had. and brought them to school. In every spare minute we made squares. Soon we got the reputation of being grannies. The afghan consisted of a very colorful array of squares, reds, greens, blues, etc.. made from scraps of wool, except for the black around the edges. When we had completed all the clothes, and the afghan, we procured groceries that we thought would be acceptable and a few little Christmas luxuries, such as candies and nuts. For the children there were dolls, Christmas stockings, and for the mother, a sewing basket. About the third Saturday before Christmas, we wrapped everything up separately in Christmas wrapping, with tags, and next Friday packed them all in a large box. A few weeks later we received a letter from the father and family, who said that it had arrived safely and was gratefully received. -Betty Mackay and Marian McCurdy, 1,-i.. Grade IX. CONSTANTINOPLE i Constantinople, the capital and largest city of the Turkish Empire, derives its name from Constantine the Great, who in 330 A.D. chose Byzantium, the city that stood on this spot, as his capital. This fascinating city is situated at the Southern European end of the narrow Bosporous, which joins the Black Sea with the Sea of Marmora. Many countries have fought for this mysterious, minareted city but in vain, it is still in the hands of the country that held it long ago. .Constantinople to-day consists of many large suburbs of which Galata, Stamboul, and Pera are the most outstanding. It is very easy for a foreigner to spend his money in Constantinople, as the small shops are crushed full of alluring oriental objects. This city is beginning to become modernized but only in a few things, for it still holds that eastern feeling concerning the clothing, especially for the Turkish headgear, the red fez. Even while most of the world is becoming very modernized, Con- stantinople remains a city of mosques, the most beautiful of'which is that of Saint Sophia, erected by Emperor justinian in the sixth century. This city has several fine aqueducts and many things of wonder. Some are the picturesque handmade wares, embroideries, carpets and rugs. Constantinople is also noted for its harbor, the Golden Horn, for over twenty thousand ships enter this harbor every year and it can easily accom- modate one thousand large sea vessels at the same time. Including the suburbs, Constantinople, the wonder city, has a popula- tion of one million two hundred and fifty thousand. -Mary McLean, Grade IX.

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Page Tfwcnty-tlzree VOX F L U MIN I S Skipping ropes have come out again and are being used on any avail- able spot that is to be found. Marbles are played and one can see by walk- ing along the street that spring has really come. People begin to clean their houses and often one can see rugs, curtains and cushions on clothes lines or hung over back fences. Birds sing cheerful little songs, squirrels scamper around. and dogs are more playful. Surely anyone can see and tell that another season is at hand and that season is Spring. -Catherine VValton, Grade IX. iil. LOCHINVAR Uh! young Lochinvar is come from Marlhurst, Through all Manitoba his Ford is the worst, Its body is bent and it has no brakes, Its top is all torn and is held up with stakes, So rusted with age and so shaken with jars There never was Ford like young Lochinvar's. It stays not for marsh nor for telephone poles, And it seems to pick out the biggest of holes, And ere it pulls up at Varsity's,' gate The lectures have started, the gallant comes late. -Vivian Keeler, Grade VII. A WINDOW SCENE It was an evening in spring. A little girl was standing in her night- gown at an open window, looking out eagerly, waiting. The sky above her was fresh and clear. Suddenly one of the smallest of stars twinkled, a faint tinkle as of bells answered, and a tiny shadow raced across the sky. She watched entranced while the figure flew closer, dipping, pirouetting, showing off, until a cocky crow assured her he was quite near. Peter! There was a little catch of heart-rending happiness in her throat. Hello Wendy! His unconcerned tone, try as he might, could not conceal that he was very glad to find her waiting for him. You don't feel as if you'd like to say something to my parents do you Peter, about a very sweet subject ? she asked anxiously. Peter looked at her curiously. What could he want to speak to her parents for, he hated the very word parent No, Wendy. About me, Peter ? the little voice pleaded. UNO!! I-Ie jumped quickly from the window-sill as Wendy's mother appeared, calling Peter, Peter, where are you? Let me adopt you too.