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

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Page Thirty-one VOX FL UMINIS mad rush for the street car to get you thoroughly wakened. If you have managed to squeeze in a bit of breakfast, that will be a big help. But the main thing is to start energetically. Needless to say, one morning of this should be sufficient, probably too much. For a winter tonic, we would suggest any good brand of cod liver oil. Above all, do not attempt to do more than one thing at once. VVatch where you're walking, and if you must have one ear out in the cold to keep up appearances, take turns with ears, otherwies you will be apt to get a lop-sided head contour. -M. Aline Harvey, Grad XI. SPRING In an early day in May When we hear that it is spring, In an early day in May When the sun comes out to playg Then we're gladdened at its ray, For our hearts with joy do sing In an early day in May When we hear that it is spring. -Katherine Walton, Grade X. THE LITTLE BROWN DOG The night was drawing on, and jean was still wandering in the forest. She had left her home early in the morning to gather nuts for her mother. It had been a beautiful morning, but now the dark clouds hung over the trees. The snowflakes had started to come down even though it was an early October night. Jean began to feel cold, and hurried her steps toward her home. The fiakes were now coming down quickly and soon all the ground was almost covered with snow. It was getting dark and she could no longer find her way. After her first few steps, she paused, because the snow blinded her. Being able to go no farther, she cleared away a patch of snow, lay down at the foot of a tree, pulling the leaves over her, intending to go to sleep. just then a shadow stole past her, she turned sharply and saw a figure gliding into the wood. She jumped up and started to follow it. After running quickly in pursuit of the mysterious figure, tracking it by the footprints that were already half filled with drifted snow, she came -:lose enough to see that it was someone carrying a deer on his back. When she crept up along side of the figure, she realized that it was an Indian who

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VOX FLUMINIS Page Thirty 'Tis minister dayg The second bell goes, we straighten our hair, Grade IX. has gone up, oh dear, we must tear, We stand in the rows, though we long to turn As steps come closer, our Curiosities burn On minister day. 'Tis minister day, At last they are near us, now We can see Miss Foster and minister, oh my, oh me! A whisper- who is he ?', The answer- Gb, he's ours ! A prefect overhears and the culprit cowers, On minister day. -Kay Hall. Grade X. COLD WEATHER I can never understand the working of the mind which greets you brightly on a 40 below morning, when everything is simply frozen into stillness with, Isn't this a beautiful morning? Invigoratingf' It passes briskly, leaving you wearing a forced smile because your teeth are chatter- ing and your hands are cold. I had been planning a brilliant dissertation on the advantages and the disadvantages of cold weather, but the former so far outnumbered the latter Qtheoreticallyj that I lost heart. There is so much about hard, grey weather, making hard Qgreyj Englishmen. The first thing to do of course, when the kindergarten begins to sing joyfully. Hurrah for the jolly old winter! is to go down and look up your last year's woollies. You will probably find them in holes, but this is only to be expected. Did you know that they have discovered a new kind of moth called the golf moth? It does eighteen holes a day. QThis is not original.j Having satisfied yourself that you can't wear your last year's Woollies, it is always a good plan to see about the old winter coat. I think I might almost enjoy winter if I could have a new coat every year. But this is not always possible. In fact, it is usually impossible. You will no doubt find your coat in perfect condition, so it is just as well to make the best of things. To keep up your acquired summer slimness, you should begin strenuous exercise at this time. Resolve to embark on a vigorous program and to follow it rigorously. Start the day with a snappy cold shower, the colder the better. Drink two glasses of water-more if possible. Touch the toes twenty times, and then go for a walk of at least fifteen minutes before breakfast. By this time it will be getting late in the morning. as it takes mental struggle to do all these things, but there is nothing like a

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VOX FLUMINIS Page Thirty-two apparently had returned from a hunt. Jean, when her courage was' gathered, showed herself to the astonished Indian, who was still walking rapidly. He stopped for a moment and beckoned to Jean to follow him. They walked for some time and it seemed to her that she was getting farther and farther from home. The silent Indian still walked rapidly, with Jean just behind him half running to keep up the pace. The snow was ceasing more nowand Jean could see smoke ahead, and now a large group of tents and bright torches. She realized that she must be near an Indian camp. . The Indian still led the way, past several tents and there he stopped, right in front of a large blue tent. Here he put Jean in charge of a kindly, old squaw, who could speak a little English. On the hard ground were all kinds of fur skins and rugs that were used to sleep on at night, and some as covers. In the daytime the squaw told her that they were folded into piles and used as seats. In the centre of the tent was the fire and at the top was a hole, through which the smoke went out. The men always ate first, and the squaws and children ate the scraps. Every meal was cooked over the fire by the squaws, who did all the work. There were three shy Indian children, who always clung to their mother and didn't speak a word. Jean was shown a pile of furs in which she was to lie down and sleep. She was very glad to get to sleep so she 'pulled the covers over her and dropped off. In the meantime, her little brown spaniel, Patty, had been out hunting for her in hope of finding her. jean was awakened in the morning by a little tug, and a cool nose touched her hand. She sat up, and a bark of joy came from her Spaniel. They left the camp fairly early after saying good-bye to their Indian friends. Jean and Patty walked through the forest, Patty leading the Way by smelling his own tracks. And so they made their way home, and were welcomed back by her parents, who thought some terrible disaster had befallen her. -Betty Newcombe, Grade VIII. THREE LITTLE PIGS The builder of hay was indiscreet The wolf blew his house right down toot sweet 5 A mat of welcome at his door, This little piggy was no more. The next little pig who built with sticks just laughed at the pig who was building with bricks, ' The wolf soon blew the sticks all down, And there was piggy in his night gown!