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

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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.

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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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Page Twenty-five VOX FLUMINIS Oh! the wild joys of learning! the leaping from book unto book- The scratch of a noisy pen writing in some hidden nook, Of history, chemistry, Latin-the hunt for the lair Of a hidden equation, where only the brave may dare Through mazes of figures and letters-the odor divine From the chemistry lab., where strange metals combine To form fumes and solutions, salt, acid or base- The pursuit of elusive French verbs and the case Cf a Latinextraction-and old English verse, For instance-Gray's thoughts on a hearse- How great is man's mind-for mere learning, how fit to employ All the brain and the senses together-for knowledge is joy. fWith apologies to Robert Browningb -Betty Ray Parton, Grade XI. A RIVER I am a river, but I didn't start that way. I started my first journey in the skies and fell as glistening raindrops, into a little hollow. Others fell in the same hollow, and we soon filled it up, and started to overflow, down the hill. As we became bigger, and covered more ground, many, many other raindrops joined us, until we became about six feet across. We followed a ravine that led down the gentle slope, it was a gentle slope, and very beautiful too, covered with different hues of flowers. At the bottom of the slope, we entered a small forest, and rushed along, covering the roots of trees, and sending up into them, refreshing moisture. We were quite long by that time, and as more raindrops fell on the hollow, we were pushed on, until we came to a green, green meadow, with groups of trees here and there. We flowed through the ravine, in the meadow, and as I passed, I heard some cows murmuring, Water, and felt them enter my stream, to drink, and be refreshed, for the sun was hot that day. In another place, the ravine widened out, suddenly, and made a round hollow pool, where I knew, the boys would swim and play, later on. We passed through clumps of willows and other trees, where the birds would fly and nest, as time went on. And ever onward we fiowed, bringing moisture to all of nature, and leaving behind us, happy and joyful animals and plants. -Katherine I-Iall, Grade IX. I've tried my best to write a poem, But somehow my poor brain won't roam Cn subject sweet, As what you meet While strolling in the leafy wood. I'd love to tell you if I could