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

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VOX FLUMINIS Page Eight Duri-ng the past few years Miss Cull has enjoyed the highest tribute that can be paid to any teacher. Her old pupils, often at a great sacrifice, have brought their own little ones to her, coveting for them the sympa- thetic understanding and sane training that it was the parents' privilege to receive from Miss Cull. Riverbend is losing Miss Cull as a memnber of its staff but is retaining her as a staunch friend and well-wisher and as a member of its Advisory Council. For years to come the influence of her 'personality and the results of her splendid teaching will be felt in the upper grades of the school. MISS ERITH T IS difficult to know where to begin when we come to wriite about Miss Erith. Perhaps the plays have been her most spectacular workg in the three years she has been with us she has produced six plays. Make Believe was the first and Cinderella the last. Between these two came The Rose and the Ring, Twelfth Night, Alice in Woncler- land and She Stoops to Conquer, all the Hrst of their ki-nd. If Mi-ss Erith measures the worth of her plays in the pleasure and expenience which they give to us. her actresses, 'and we are sure she does, the-n she must feel amply repaid for all the work which she and Miss White have put into them. Miss Erith has also done a great deal for the Magazineg it was she who First suggested that V 01' Fliumiuis be edited by the girls-a big step forward-and though her editors start with only ambition to make up for the knowledge they lack, she somehow manages to guide without ever dictating. VVe are not sure what it is about Miss Erithis English classes. but they seldom fail to be interesting and it is a feather in her cap that even

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Page Seven VOX FLUMINIHS' just before the holidays, we had our annual gym. display-very suc- cessful according to all reports Qwe thought so, tool. Various dances, exercises, and apparatus were clfimaxed by a gra-nd march and God Save the King. Third Term A certain do-or-die air was noticed in the Senior School the first day after holidays, partially worn off now, however, probably because we never could be serious in tunics. Un the occasion of the King's Silver Jubilee, Mrs. A. M. Campbell gave us a delightful talk on The King and Queen. Events we have yet to enjoy: The Qld Girls' visit. The Swim-ming Meet at the Y.VV.C.A. The Garden Party. h Closing and all that goes with it. And? Exams. -1-11nl1i- A TRIBUTE ' IN CE the founding of Riverbend School in 1929 Miss Laura Cull has supervised the Junior Department and taught Grades l and 2. It is undoubtedly true that the present status of the school in NVestern Canada is -due, in no small measure, to her wise and gracious leadership. The beginners who have entered Riverbend during the past six years have been privileged to begin the adventure of learning under the guidance of a teacher of wide experience and unusual professional prestige. After occupying various positions of responsibility in the Elementary schools of Winnipeg, Miss Cull was selected to demonstrate primary methods in the Provincial Normal School, and was later one of the first teachers chosen for the Normal Model, where she taught until that school was closd in 1922. It was not, however, as a Pri-ncipal of a city school or as a Normal School instruct-or, but as a teacher of little children that Miss Cull found the greatest happiness in her chosen profession. She has continually resisted flattering offers of promotion in order to remain in the primary classroom. Her sympathy with their youthful viewpoint and her rare gift of arousing in her pupils an enthusiasm for work for work's sake have contributed largely to her success. Because she belongs to that select group of living teachers who grow and develop steadily throughout the years, she has possessed the power to quicken life in the minds and souls of her pupils. ' '

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Page Nine VOX FL UMINIS those who find English difficult enjoy her periods. From this it will be surmised that Miss Erith's method of teaching is absolutely painless, and we might add that she usually manages to teach us the set work in time to give us some entertaining book or play of her own choosing. Although we have not yet mentioned Miss Erith for herself alone. her achievements must have spoken for her and it only remains to say how sorry we all are to learn that she will not be back at Riverbend in September. The Senior .Muse A TALE OF DAWENDINE CSenior Prize-winning Storyj HE silvery mloon looked down on a calm lake of transluce-nt midnight blue, surrounded -by tall, dark evergreens. Two canoes started out from the cover of the shore. The Man in the Moon winked and laughed his silvery, rippling laugh when he saw that one canoe contained a young Indian brave and a chieftain's daughter. Cupfid's assistant had watched these two before. and he knew that in the not far distant future there would be much feasting among the tribe, and that a very new bride would shyly look up into the eyes of a handsome young brave. The laugh died in the distant cloud hills and the Moon Man looked for the other canoe. There it is. It has only one occupant. No, two. A young girl and a dog. The Moon Man looked wlith genuine pleasure upon the maid. He called her his little Earth Daughter. Earth Daughter was not an Indian. No one knew what her nation- ality was, but quite obviously s-he was n-ot Indian, though her hair was as raven as any redskin's. I-n sharp contrast with her black hair, her face was creamy and pure, like the petals of a gardenia. She was beautiful. Many were the young braves who loved to see the color deepen in her face. to see her black eyes dance and sparkle, and to see her red lips part in a laugh or smile over a set of beautiful teeth. From whence she came no one knew. As a tiny baby she had been found by Dominick. the chief of chiefs, in the rosy dawn of morni-ng. She was lying on the sandy shore of Yaada. the Lake of Beauty. Because she was so lovely, because he was getting old, and because he was childless, he had taken the tiny baby up in his arms and whispered, I will take thee for my own, wee one, and I shall call thee Dawendine. Child of Dawning, 'because thou hast come to me to make my old age a thing of rose and blue and gold like yo-nder sunrise from whence thou hast come. Oh Dawendine. thou hast caught mv hard old heart in thy baby hands. I shall leave it in thy keeping, but I trust thee not to break it.