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

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VOX FLUMINIS 13 and, in attempting to put it up again, I found that my neighbor was sitting on a large corner of it. After several vain tugs I gave up trying to pull it out from under him, and settled back in my seat. Just as I was about to read the title of the first number, the lights went out, I rose for God Save the King, dropping, this time, only a glove, sat down again, and the curtain rose. ' D LYDIA KLEIN, '37, York Hall. HRIVERBENDN They start with Miss Crawshaw in grades one and two, There are some who are old, and some who are new, In grades three and four, as they take their knocks, Their guiding hand is our own Miss Vaux. Miss Gregory looks after the fifth and sixth grades, And attempts to improve the minds of the maids. Miss Dunlop has seven and knows how to sew, Miss Henley's the teacher of grade eight, I know. Miss Grant devotes energy, patience and time Teaching and pleading with pupils in nine, A Misses Shillington and Wilson in ten and eleven Require the patience and wisdom of heaven To teach girls to study, review, dig and delve In order to meet Miss Macdougall in twelve. At Miss Rutherford's work we must take a look, Both in the gym and the place where they cook. And last but not least we shall gratefully name Miss Carter, in charge of our Hall of Fame. My verses I close and bring to an end With three rousing cheers for our Riverbend 1 DoRo'rHY FoRsYTH, '36, York Hall. oUR PREFECTS We love our prefects at Riverbend, They play the game and faithfully tend Their duties, both at work and play, So well, that we can safely say, Here,s to Shirley, June and Dossie, Betty and Edna-and none of them saucy. Long may they live in health and prosperity, And their names and their fame go down to posterity. DoRoTHY FORSYTH, '36, York Hall.

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12 VOX FLUMINIS THE THEATRE BEFCJRE THE CURTAIN ROSE T ten minutes after eight I entered practically an empty audi- torium, walked down the wide aisle until I decided that I was somewhere within the vicinity of my place. I then proceeded to count the rows of empty seats, and jerked down into the one I had decided was mine. I settled myself as comfortably as possible, counting the numer- ous articles I must hold in my lap, scarf, gloves, purse, handkerchief, program, so that I would have some idea of what I should be carry- ing when I left. As it was exam-time, I drew out my little speller from my purse, and concealed it in my program. To all intents and purposes I was diligently memorizing the names of the Various 'cRomanova's, Sedova's and Pavlovitchsky's who were to ap- pear, while I was in reality muttering with an ever-increasing frown the complicated spelling of our even more complicated language. I was, of course, sitting in an aisle seat, where I had to be pre- pared to rise at short notice, so that numbers of beaming gentlemen and perfumed ladies might stumble over my feet to their places. While the auditorium was quickly filling, I noticed with a groan that there were to be two fifteen-minute intermissions. I knew, from other performances, that the two girls who were at that mo- ment crawling past my legs, would be in and out four or five times before the evening was over. From time to time heavy gentlemen and stout women rested their arms heavily upon my shoulder, as they fell over other peop1e's feet in the row behind me. As I went on to memorize the third column of spelling, I was too busy to gaze around the room and nod at various friends and ac- quaintances. I was just getting ecstacy into my head, e-x-t-a-c-y, when sure enough four or five people were waiting politely for me to rise. As they crossed over my feet, ruining my light shoes, I dropped my program and my handkerchief. A stout man and his wife marched up the aisle, and, of course, the man plunked down ahead of me, so that now all I could see in front was his broad back and bald head. I practised craning my neck to decide which side was the most comfortable to lean on, so that I wouldn't have to find that out after the performance had started. Resigning myself to the fact that I would be able to see only the dancers' heads, and sometimes their arms, I went back to my spell- ing, only to have to rise for a portly gentleman who jerked down beside me. Hastily I settled my arm on the narrow arm of the seat before he got his there, and then went through a bad five minutes while he took his coat offi, during the course of which I received several biffs in the side from his elbow, and a slap in the face from the sleeve of his coat, which then brushed slowly across 'my hair. I dis- covered that my coat had fallen down from the back of the seat,

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14 VOX FLUMINIS ODE TO STUDENTS With apologies to Mathew Arnold C The Forsaken MGTWIGRI Come you students, let us away! Away from book and pen. For who can help from going astray When the spring has come again, With the robin and the wren Now the southern breezes play Across the sky, Once cold and gray, One and all, let us away! This way! This way! Come you students, wipe Off the frown, Toil no more. One last look at teacher and gown, The bottle Of ink, just spilt on the floor, Then come down- CYOu can not learn though you strive all day! To the bay-come away! Students, could it have been yesterday That we heard a teacher say Exams will be coming any day? ' Through the turmoil and the swell We heard the sound of the recess bell? ' Or were we in a fitful sleep Among tall grasses cool and sweet, Where angry eyes would never gleam If it might even hopeless seem Some Algebra and History pound Into your head 'till it Ustruck ground Or where if e'er your Chemistry Is not as good as it should be You could not come back Saturday? But the week-end is over, we cannot stay, SO we must return for ever and aye. RUTH WOOD, '36, Douglas Hall. A CANADIAN BOAT sONG-MOORE. THE sun was quickly setting in the west when my friends and I were paddling slowly homeward after a long, hard day of work. We were singing and keeping time to our paddles when, out through the quiet of the evening, we heard the familiar chime of our own home church, Saint Anne. There was still some distance to travel before reaching our destination, so I urged my comrades to quicken