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

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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.

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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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V OX FL U MIN IS Page Twenty-four ,----U-.......--... ..... ..-..-..-.......................... --.. . ............. ...--.-.--..... .....................................-................-............... Would you send me to school? Peter asked from a distance. CCYeS.!! And then to an office P he called excitedly. ' Yes, I suppose so, Mrs. Darling replied in a motherly tone. Soon I should be a man ? Peter was filled with blazing wrath at the thought. G, very soon. Mrs. Darling would have given anything if the Highty creature before her would only stand still. Suddenly he darted away furiously. I don't want to go to school and learn solemn things. No one's ever going to catch me, lady, and make me a man. I want always to be a little boy and have fun 1 Oh! Wendy's little face was blinded with tears. He does so need a mother. Can't I go to him F No, darling, tenderly. But Peter, Mrs. Darling called, she may go to you once a year to do your spring-cleaning. , Wendy was in ecstasies at the thought. but Peter, who had no idea of what spring-cleaning was. waved an unconcerned thanks. ' Mrs. Darling took Wendy's hand. And now darling, say good- night, she said softly. Wendy was heart-broken at leaving him. Good-night, Peter, she called. striving not to let him see how hard it was to keep her tears away. Peter felt nothing of this. He could not understand why Wendy should be unhappy. He was not. He was always going to be a little boy and have fun. He took out his pipes happily and called a carefree Good- night. In that word little Wendy knew that Peter would not remember her for long. He would not even remember the Lost Boys who were going to stay and be her brothers. He would soon find something else to interest him and forget to come back for her. And with her arms outstretched she cried to the faint music of his pipes, O Peter, you won't forget me when spring-cleaning time comes P There was no answer. She heard only the last light note of Pan's Pipes as Peter flew back alone through the night to the Neverland. -Carla Lehmann, Grade XI. ,. AUTUMN Autumn is here at last, The gay leaves are falling fast, The apples are turning rosy red, And each wee flower has gone to bedg Wrapped in a blanket of snowy white, Autumn is bidding the world good-night. i -Morna Kenny, Grade VII.