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

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Page Tlzirteen VOX FL UMINIS was there a lovelier one. for their happiness. Then he took the beautiful white hand of his adopted daughter and placed it in that -of Gordon Kent's with the words, softly spoken, Till death d-o you part. Then with a 1-ook at 'their happy faces. he smiled, and asked Dawendine to sing for him once more. VVhat shall I sing for thee, sire? 'Tosti's Goodbyef Dawendinef' Sometime, neither knew exactly when, while Dawendine was singing that beautiful, poignant song, lthe soul of a great man was freed from its earthly bonds, and with only a pause for another blessing on the two it left behind, it lightly winged its way to the Happy Hunting Ground and the Great Gne of all N-ations. I X :uf vs Pk Once more, the Mo-on Man looked down from his billowy throne and saw a canoe. It contained a very lovely. new bride. Her hair was raven, her face sweet, and 'beautifu'l, her heart full. Beside her sat a young man in whose eyes, love, wonder. and more love were struggling for supremacy. The Moon Man looked -away. His happiness for his Earth Daughter brought tears to his eyes, but he smiled as he looked d-own again and saw her hus'band's arm around her, their faces turned toward the future, and heard them say softly, Till death d-o us part. -planet VViggins. Grade XII, Garry Hall. A SAD STORY At the table I casually said, Exams are over and I'm nearly dead. No more studying, no more work, No more alarm clocks at me smirkf, For tonight at least, I've nothing to do, I'll -sit by the radio, an experience new. I'll read if I want, or I might even sew, Or be taken to see an amusing show. But alas for my plans, the telephone rang And over the wire a-n annoyed voice sang, VVhere are the stories you promised to write? You have no work. so do them tonight' So there I was sitting, and trying to think, fPlease, no cracks. not even a wink lj No show that night, -no books were near, As for the radio programmes, oh dear! -Katherine Hall, Grade XI.. Garry Hall.

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VOX 1iLUil1lINIS Page Twelve XV hat about the songs you sing? Ujazz? I'm a pretty poor specimen if that's all I can trim you in. Gordon lay back, his hands behind his head, to study her more in- tently. The sun was slowly descending and as it .crept lower -and lower it seemed to make a hal-o about her. She looked like an angel. The sweet expression of her beautiful face, her lovely disposition, only served to in- tensify his longing. After a long pause he asked, Dawendine, why do you and Dominick .always u-se the familiar language when you speak to one another? Neither of you uses it at any other time. Because, Gordon, he always used it with me. and I used it with him. Then as I grew older I learned the familiar language was used only when people thought a great deal of each other. I think I must always have subconsciously realized this because I never used it with anyone else. It's a mark of re-spect and love on my part. I've n-ever questioned why he does. That night when Gordon and Dominick were the only ones left about the camp Ere. Gordon asked Dominick if he intended Dawendine to marry a brave. VVhy do you ask, my son ? Because I love her, Dominick. No, Gordon. She is too good for an Indian. I don't kn-ow who she is or whence she came, but she is a lady of good birth. She has given me much happness, and much as I would like to marry her into my tribe, I owe her her own happiness. Thalt. I am sure, she will End with some man of her own race and standing. XVhat is her standing, Dominick ? Dominick looked rather qufzzically at Gordon, shook the ashes from his pipe and said, very simply and earnestly, Yours, Kent. is aa: :sf Pk The birds had migrated to the south twice before Dominick's health really failed him. Une day in early June he had been carried to a bed of balsam boughs o-n the shore so he could view the lake shores he was so loath to leave. Dawendine sat by his side and softly sang the songs he had taught her in her childhood. After she had sung them all, D-ominick asked her to go up to the wigwam to get his pipe for him.. XVhen she returned she found Gordon Kenft with Dominick. V Dominick saw her eyes light up and as she filled his pipe for him by the firelight. he saw her blood rise. then leave her pale. He read the expressions on her lovely face as he had read them from childhood, and it was with a deep sigh of peace and contentment and yet of longing that he realized she had found her true happiness. As Dawendine came forward to give Dominick his pi-pe he signalled to Kent and as the two stood beside him, wai't'ng, he said a prayer. and never.

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O V OX F L U M I NI S Page Fourteen ' Y . IF I HAD A 'SHIP If I had a ship, I'd sail my ship Down through the southern seas, NW-th some time to spare On an islaind there Iid make my home 'neath the trees. And there would I peacefully lie, Wlatching the sun-bleached boulder shore At ebb-tide, a rippled and shining Hoor, Beneath the ro-of pf the blue-grey sky. And I'd think to myself, as I gazed o'er the sea, Of the beauty of nature and God's kindness to me. -Elenor VVard, Grade XI., Douglas Hall. FORGIVE AND FORGET Have not a thing to do Wfith anger -or vain fret. If anyone offends you, Forgive and forget. Remember people's troubles, Do nothing you'll regret: ,lust do the right thing, Forgive and forget. N -Catherine Walton, ' Grade XI., Garry Hall. I THE ADVENTURES OF AMOS-A CANARY T VVAS the mo-nth of May. Violets were just coming up from. the ground after a long period of being tucked away beneath the snow. Everything seemed to be alive with Spring. In a little cottage on the hill a canary was hopping about .in his cage. He had not exercised his wings all wifnter, and on this particular morning was feeling very gay. Later on in the morning an old lady who lived by herself in the cottage came to open the windows of the tiny cottage to let in the spring air. Then Amos had a bright idea--why not go out to see the world for him- self? The lock on his cage was very loose, so he could easily get out. At first he was rather frightened at the idea, but the more he thought about it the braver he became. With a bit of tugging 'at the lock he was free. and fiapping his wings he flew out of the window and into the open air. Oh. it was good to be out, he thought, as he went happily on his way. He Hew over pleasant country lanes. and bye and bye lit on the bough of a tree to take a rest. I t:a..m Q' ...nn 1 -i 071 o 'A '35 F!