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

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0 H , VOX FL UMINIS Page Twenty-eight Perce, darling, what are these? I do believe someone has left them by mistake. Aren't they awful ? and she started to laugh. Percy was very disappointed in Jennie. She simply has no sense of the unique, he said to himself sadly and then with careful detail he ex- plained to her, what they were, whose they were, what they were for, and where they had been bought. And when he had finished, instead of the awed silence he had expected, he was received with: VVell, I declare! Now look here, Mr. Percy Meredith, you are not going to show these awful gloves to your poor unsuspecting friends! I shudder to think what would happen to them. And they would completely ruin the color scheme in the study-and another thing, you never told me what the price was ! Jennie, my dear, please don't show your ignorance. These gloves are extraordinary! Look at the intricate detail on the cuffs! They're unique! unique! I tell you. and you don't see things like these every day. No, thank goodness, said Jennie. Now look here, Percy, don't go wasting your money on such useless things. If you must spend money, you could get me a hat. or if it must be gloves, a new pair of evening gloves would help me tremendously-and besides you don't need them ! Well, I want my Indian gloves and I'm going to have them ! .Jennie saw that Percy was beginning to get stubborn and sulky. He always did when he was baulked of any desire. So, as she was feeling in a good mood and didn't want Percy to be in a bad temper, she decided to make a concession. She dropped down beside him on the floor. Percy, if I let you keep your gloves, will you buy me a hat ? Of course I will,,' said Percy. You know I always give you what you want. W l She smiled knowingly, then said: All right, I'll buy my hat to-morrow and you can keep your glovesf' Cf course Percy doesnit often boast of his iron will, but he does think this is one example of it. And he always shows me the gloves, proudly telling me they are old relics of an ancient race. He doesn't know that Jennie told me the story. . TO BE OR NOT TO BE Should I do my homework ? said the student to herself, Gr let temptation win and leave my books upon the shelf? To-morrow starts exam-week, I know no history Nor any simple formula thatis found in chemistry. That literature-it gets my goat! Look at those plays that Shakespeare wrote! And the works of poets too, I'm sure we could without them do. ' What is the good of learning at all? I'll probably forget it all. -Grade X.

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Page Twenty-seven VO X F L U M I N I S stars in silent prayer. Ogomoquay kneels before the fire and with arms outstretched and face uplifted thanks his God for this great gift. When his prayer is ended the tribes are called by name. Each brave passes before and salutes the Big Chief 3 then each bends and places a faggot on the fire, a token of his allegiance. Four braves attend the fire while council ring is held. and the great flames stretch into the black night sky. The quietvfaces of the circle are now illuminated and then again cast back in shadow. As the braves file out before their chief , the fire dies. But the memory of its glory lives forever. -Peggy Carlisle, Grade XI. GLOVE-S Of course he didn't need any Indian gloves but Mr. Percy Meredith was a man of iron will, and having once been intrigued by the gay colors and the look of the strong man which this particular pair of Indian gloves seemed to radiate. he knew at once that he must buy them, that of course, they were made just for him, and besides,-ah-rather nice to show off to the boys. As he walked home with his parcel firmly tucked under his arm he said over and over to himself : Jolly glad I saw these-they'll just do for my study-what fun when the boys see them-I can jolly them along- And ever again, though he strove mightily to think of more pleasant topics, the question came popping up in his mind in the most uncomfortable fashion, Uh-wonder what Jennie will have to say ? Jennie was the wife of Mr. Percy Meredith, the man of the iron will. She, too, had an iron will, and many times Percy sensed uncomfortably that her iron might be a little stronger than his. But, no! How absurd! How could anyone have a will stronger than Mr. Percy Meredith, who had twenty men under him at the office, ready to obey his every command. At such times he never ventured to think of his stern old superior who very often took him to task about things that Percy thought very trivial. As he mounted the steps of his little home and opened the door, Percy's mind was fully occupied with the unpleasant question. He groped around for his iron will, found it, and beaming on the world in general, he called to Jennie: I say, dear, are you up there ? In answer Jennie came running down the stairs and while he kissed her he managed to place his parcel on a rather obscure table in a rather dark corner. Jennie was in a good mood, and Percy was glad. Maybe she would like his gloves. I-Ie found out after dinner. I-Ie had been reading his paper very contentedly when he suddenly be- came aware of what he termed sub-consciously a puzzled silence. The next moment Jennie came into the room.

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Page Twenty-nine VOX FL UMINIS TRAVELLING WESTWARD We travel the dusty road till the light of day is dim, And sunset shows us spires away on the worldis rim. Travelling-what a vision that one word may call before us,--over hill and dale, through woods and mountains the enchanting scenes unfold. From the gateway of the West to the western seaport of Canada we may see various beautiful panoramas. As the first morning's sunshine dawned we were gaily travelling through the hilly districts of Manitoba, beautifully green and carefully guarded with their many stately trees. The water bub-bling along in the brooks provided variety to the scene. Travelling through Southern Saskatchewan we came to the hot, dry, rolling plains. Though some of the plains were dry others were covered with golden wheat. As we left the wheat fields we came into the ranching districts of Southern Alberta. Soon we saw the foothills of the rockies rising out of the morning mist. When we reached them they seemed to close in on us. Such towering grandeur forming many distinctive shapes is not seen in any other part of the world. We saw many cold glacier lakes, making small green patches on the sides of the tall snow-capped mountains. Many cold streams trickling down the mountain sides formed emerald lakes and reflected, in their glassy surface, the beautiful stately pine trees which cover the mountains. When leaving the highest peaks of the rockies we came into a deep green valley where rivers flowed slowly among the orchards. Trees laden with luscious fruit were plentiful. In Vancouver we felt the change to the sea ,climate and when crossing to Victoria where we intend to spend the winter, we saw the burning ball of fire sink into the sea leaving its crim- son rays reflecting on the ocean. A -By Nancy Morgan and Catherine Walton, Grade IX. THE LOCKER ROOMS Any Riverbender knows that at five o'clock the chief meeting place is the locker room. The cause may be the release from school or any other similar reason. However, the line which holds you back during the day, then breaks and it is one for all and all for oneself. When you come down from study the chances are ten-to-one there is a shoe or glove missing and to find it amid the throng of laughing and yelling girls is utterly impossible. If such is the case, I should advise you to plant yourself firmly in front of your locker and stay there if you can. At last, about half an hour later, the crowd has dispersed and you may begin your search in peace. After crawling over the floor and covering every bit of ground thoroughly, or craning your neck to see if your lost belongings are on top of the lockers, you will more than likely find them tucked away in one corner of your own locker. You don your hat and coat and peer around