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

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Page Twenty-three VOX FL UMINIS .................-.................................---.......... .... ... ..... . ........ .-............. ............. ...--.. .......... .... ....... . . ...-. ...... . .... .-. .... ...... . ..........- A CONVERSATION BETWEEN THE CUP OF BEANS AND MICROSCOPE BOX Beans- At last p-eople are too occupied to bother with me and I'll have a bit of a rest. Box- You do seem relieved but what exactly do you mean P Beans- I mean that now that Grade X. is writing exams and the teachers busy too, there is no one to finger and play with me. I don't know how many times I've been upset by the Grade Xfsg once all over the floor, and another time I was used as sort of shot for the nuisances to amuse themselves with. And other times when the teachers are teaching this class, they stand by our old friend the window and play with me, sometimes even throwing some of my children into the basket. Box- Chl I say! that isn't so good is it? Well it'll be quite a little time before those pests will be touching either of us. But I'm so hurt because I haven? been touched for ages, Iim getting sick and tired of sitting here day in and day out. Once or twice the teacher has taken my inside out fthe microscopej and been trying to use it but somehow it wasn't good enough for them to see what they wished, so they would go over to the laboratory and use that classy snob, Mr. New Microscopef' Beans- Oh well, it's our turn now, it's a treat to see these girls slaving away and hear the scratch, scratch of the pens and see their deep concen- tration. We've had our day of' work, now it is theirs. Box- Quite right, we'll enjoy it while we can, you never can tell whether we'll be here to see another time of examinationsf' -Betty Mackay. Grade X. THE SAD T'ULIP Once upon a time there was a beautiful garden. In this garden 'there were hollyhocks, snapdragons, pansies, and many other flowers, besides some tulips. Now one little tulip was very sad. It was because he was the smallest, and all the rest laughed at him. When it grew cold and winter came, the sad tulip was very glad and it was soon in its home under the earth. Une day he saw a big leaf roll down through his door. Then the leaf jumped up. The sad little tulip was now very glad and asked the little leaf to stay till summer, which it did. At last spring came, and the tulip and the leaf went out of the house. The next day, though, the leaf had grown quite tall, and the little tulip looked happily up at it. -Joan I-Iarris, Grade III.

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V OX F L U M I N I S Page Twenty-two ..-.. .......... ..-.-. .... . ........ .......-......... ...... .. .... . ..... ..................-,--...-............................................-... .... ................................... - SUMMER IS A--COMING IN! Summer is a-coming in, magic words. The news is spread by birds and bees. The trees and flowers and grass are bursting into bloom. Every- body is carefree and gay, little children are skipping and playing marbles, dogs and cats are dozing lazily in the sun. Plans are being made by one and all for summer vacations. Some to the beach, some to the mountains, others to camp and all over the place. Mr. Robin has heard the message and thinks it high time to find a mate. He struts up and down the backyard fence, sounding his cheery call. Soon Miss Robin hears the call and comes to him. They become Mr. and Mrs. Robin and, as all their other friends are doing, begin to build a nest in the old apple tree. Mrs. Robin is delighted with some string she has found, and Mr. Robin has discovered some lovely bits of straw which were at some time or other in a broom. The nest is soon begun and before very long is completed with four blue eggs of which Mr. and Mrs. Robin are very proud. Mrs. Robin sits on those eggs nearly all day, keeping them warm with her soft, feathery body. However, she does not mind much as her husband sings to her of the beautiful summer coming in, and she is able to smell the sweet perfume of the apple blossoms and gaze into the blue, blue sky. In time now there will be four very young mouths to feed, and Mr. and Mrs. Robin look forward greatly to the time when they will be able to say to other bird friends, Chirrup, chirrup, see our clever babiesln -Betty Moxon, ' Grade IX. THE OTHER SIDE OF CLOSING DAY We invariably choose the hottest day of the summer for closing day. You sit for hours on one of those hard benches, your back practically broken trying to sit up straight as you have been told to do. It is all very lovely for those who win prizes, but it is all very boring for those who have nothing to do but sit and applaud. When you get up to sing, your dress positively sticks to the bench and you feel about as animated as a pricked balloon, in this condition you stagger up to the platform. C If you are a graduate, you trip over your long skirt on the top step.j Then Mrs. Dempsey does her best to make you feel peppy and smile cheerfully. When it is finally all over, you rush downstairs and into a dancing costume. You make a mess of an otherwise perfectly lovely dance and rush back into your white dress, pulling your stockings over all the grime and small twigs you have collected on the lawn. You are then ready to appear in the garden, seek out your admiring parents, smile sweetly at all Mother's friends, and if possible, procure something to eat to revive your spirits. As soon as possible, you persuade Mother that it is time you went home, and then, hurrah for the summer holidays! In three days you'll be writing final examinations. .-Janet Turnbull. ' T Grade XI.

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VOX FL UMINIS Page Twenty-four ' A STREAM Under the deep, blue sky A stream runs bright and clear. For every passer by, , It has a word of cheer. Merrily it rolls along In the evening glowg Listen to its lovely song When past the stream you go. --.Ioan Sanderson, Grade V. THE STREAM The stream was rushing down the rocks. The laughing, dancing stream. Until into the sea he dropped, Then all the laughing, dancing stopped. -Margaret VVinstanley, Grade IV. SPARROW Once when I came home from school, there was a sparrow in the house. It Hew all around. It sat on my chair and looked at my soup. VVe shut all the doors except the front one, but we could not get him out. He Hew against the window. We thought he was hurt but he was able to Hy outside. -Joan Francis, Grade III. THE MAKING OF A SNOW FORT . One day Ralph and I were making a tunnel. At the end of it there was going to be a little cave in a big pile of snow. It was dug out and I was inside it. I wanted to make it wider, so I just gave it a great big push with my foot. All of a sudden I felt a lot of snow. It was very heavy and I was nearly smothered. I called to Ralph to get the snow off my head but he dug in the wrong place. I gave one big turn and scrambled out, all over snow. -Margaret Jean Daly, Grade IV.