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

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VOX FLUMINIS Page Twenty A DREAM Would you like me to tell you about a beautiful dream I had last night? Very well, I will. I went to bed last night, feeling very cold. Outside my window the snow was fiurrying and blowing across the yard, and coming up in little banks around the window. I could hear the cold. cutting wind, shrieking around the corner of the house. This is a terrible nightf' I said to 1ny bed post. I like winter, but-these blizzardsl-! Shivering, I un- dressed quickly, or, as some people who watched me said, dressed, for I had on my bed socks. kimona, a big blanket over all that, a hot water bottle in one hand and extra covers in the other. Gnce settled in bed, with only a little strand of hair sticking out from under the covers QI must have my fresh airl I was soon asleep. In a few moments it seemed, I was walking along the wintry streets, hugging myself to keep warm, when I heard a man say, Yes, spring is just around the corner, and I determined to find which corner spring was concealed behind. I-Iurrying up to the first corner I saw, I peeked around it, but to my disappointment, spring was not there, but only icicles and snow banks. Ah! there was another corner ahead. Maybe spring would be there! Again I peeked around and was greeted this time by a little ray of sunshine. This doesn't look half bad, I thought. I guess I will explore this street and search for spring. The sun was glaring now, and melting the icicles that were hanging from the eaves. The snow seemed to be getting softer and wetter and soon I was walking in little puddles of water. After I had walked quite a distance, I became tired, and seeing a nice, big, old tree near by, I leaned up against it. Then from above, I heard a soft popping noise, as if something was breaking, and, looking up, I saw little buds on the trees, just breaking open into little leaves and fiowers. As I loved the trees, I wanted to find more, and see them put on their new green dresses. Just the thing, I said aloud, I'll go to the country. In less than a minute, I found myself in the middle of a large field on which nearly all the snow was melted and running down in little rivers to a lake. Then this would run down further to another lake. I followed one little stream as it trickled over the little pieces of ice that had been hidden from the sun, and watched it grow larger and clearer. I don't know how long I followed that little river, but soon I heard a big roaring, booming sound, and looking around, I saw a big river, rushing toward the sea, with fiat blocks of ice fioating on it, and crashing against one another, and there was my little river, which I had followed and watched so eagerly, slipping into the big river. Then I next found myself in a wood, and I could hear plenty of little popping noises that the tree buds were making, and soon all above my head was a vast do-me of bright green. And there was another noise too, a soft chirrup which seemed to be far away but was coming closer, and soon, in front of me was a dear little robin, cheeping shyly at me at first, as I approached, and cocking his little head at me, as if to say, Don't look so surprised! Don't you 'know its spring ? Then he shook his little wings and was gone. Under a shrub, I found a strange kind of animal-no, it was not strange, but there was something different about it.

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Page Nineteen VOX FL UMINIS menced operation of the first station for the distribution of electric light, power and heat in New Yorkg in 1883 he discovered the principle of the radio tube 5 1884 he invented a system of wireless telegraphy to and from moving trains, in 1900 he invented the alkaline storage batteryg 1905 he improved a device relating to the production of Portland cementg 1912 he introduced the talking motion picture which had been foreshadowed by him in 1887 3 in 1923 he spent his time investigating rubber growing and in 1903 patented a process for extracting rubber from goldenrod but it was too expensive for commercial purposes. Thomas Alva Edison died in the early morning of October 18, 1931. in his eighty-fifth year. With his death one of the world's greatest benefac- tors left us. What he had done for humanity cannot be easily calculated. But some idea of what the world would be without his inventions, can be gathered by living for a while without the use of electric lights and telephones. I -Mary Cowan, Grade XI. OWED T0 MUD What is it makes the drivers cuss? What makes the pedestrian stew and fuss? What is it makes an awful muss? Manitoba Mud! What is it that makes us take a walk When we'd much rather play or talk? QRound Armstrong's Point we have to stalk lj Manitoba Mud! When winter's chill has gone away And o'er the grounds we'd like to stray, What is it that spoils all our play? Manitoba Mud! But it is really not our foe For with the sunshine's gentle glow, What is it makes the flowers grow? Manitoba Mud! -Lydia Klein, Grade VIII. ..

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Page Twenty-one VOX FLUMINIS Why! It was a bunny rabbit, with a new coat, a brown coat. Something was pushing under my feet as I stood there. Thinking that perhaps I had trodden on a little animal, I stepped aside, and something with a delicate mauve shade pushed its head up. A crocusl The flrst of our Howers to come in the spring, and as I looked down, the ground about it seemed to change from its brownish grey color and was becoming a beautiful green with other little flowers peeping through. I felt happy, and strong and new! I took a deep breath of air, not cold, frosty air that nipped at me, but a soft, warm, fresh air that filled my whole being with the desire to stay in that one beautiful spot and drink in this invigorating air. Giving myself a little shake to see if I was still living. I realized that I musn't linger there too long, and so with the voices of the frogs, softly singing in my ears, I walked slowly away from the warm sunshine, loth to leave the little flowers and birds, till night fell with a light breath of wind, a sigh which kissed my cheek while the flowers nodded to me in farewell. Do all beautiful things have to come to an end? I thought so when I awoke in the morning to find that old man winter was still with me. But when once outside, I could almost believe that the air was warmer, and that perhaps the snow was a tiny bit softer than yesterday, and I comforted myself with the thought that spring would soon be here and bring all the delightful things I had dreamed of. -Ferne Cairns, Grade X. WILL SPRING EVER COME AGAIN? As I sit here and watch the snow And hear the whistling winds that blow, I wonder if spring will return again With flowers brought out by sun and rain. The wonderful hopes we had for spring VV ith budding branches and birds that sing, Are vanishing into a blanket of snow Covering the earth from top to toe. The river began to break and flow And grass and trees began to grow, Our hopes were high and our spirits gay For spring, we thought, was on its way. But now the days are dark and gray 'And our hearts are turned a different way. So I wish that spring on its way would come That we might begin our outdoor fun. -Maurine Stuart, Grade IX.