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

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VOX FLUMINIS GRADE Xl CLASS NOTES There is a young student called Peg So clever she never need beg She laughs all the day In hilarious Way But in spite of it all she's no eg. There is a young student named Wink Whose nails are eternally pink At bridge she's a Whiz She certainly iz And she Wears her hair all in a kink. There is a young student called Guy Who said to Miss Carter, O muy! Life seems so much sweeter Up here on the heeter December feels just like Juluyf' There is a young student named Heakes Who dithers whenever she speakes She Wriggles her feet When she sits in her seet Till it squeakes and it squeakes and it squeakes There is a young student called Viv Whose mind retains thoughts like a siv Her passes in classes Depend on her glasses But zoWie! she knows how to liv. There is a young student named Kenny Who-se brain-Waves in science are menny She takes great delight In working all night And receives highest marks in her chem'y. There is a young student called Klein At Work and at play she is fein She is head of York Hall But that isn't all Still the rest We can't get in one lein. There is a young student named Pat Who is certainly no acrobat W She is terribly thin g And yet far from prin Cpoetic licensej And that is enough of that. There is a young student called Bet Who never her lessons can get

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VOX FLUMINIS '7 And pulled too, being at this hour unprotitably gay Upon her guileless face could a teacher's anger rain? Never! Miss Edgar only asked if she were playing train. In front was laughing Dora with her gleaming forehead high, Rosy dimpled cheeks she had, and tawny sparkling eye. Her laugh was like an instrument, a whistle with a wheeze And yet her smile was lovely, and her humor made to please. Across, vivacious Peggie did turn her curly head To right to speak to Dora, or to hear what Helen said, Yet always did she get her mathematics right And do Geom. to help us in our sad, sad plight. But when she knew her lesson not, fear never made he For questioned, she excused herself to seek her handkerchief. At last is languid Daphne in meditation deep Thro' whose strong unruly mind Geom. just would not seep. Peaceful, she yet did not believe in peace at any price, She was really quite a funny girl but-fundamentally nice. Remembrance wakes with all her busy thrall, Those muddy boots we tracked through the front hall. Our room, contrived a double debt to pay- A class room nearly always, but pa drawing-room the day The matrons came to take tea in that strange festive place, Devoid of blackboard, desks, and the one school-case. O fleeting youth! this parting here It will be taken with a pensive tear Yet time rolls on, and we eight but implore That if to the free minded our note has been a bore S-ay that 'twas struck for love, and then, say no more. THE ROOM NEAR THE TOP OIF THE STAIRS COur Kindergartenb There's a bright, airy room near the top of the stairs, Where laughter and music dispense with our cares, Yes, there's music and fun In the bright morning sun, In the room near the top of the stairs. The mornings are full of the loveliest things, There's gym and there's painting and dancing in rings, There's a gay rhythm band And a dolls' house and sand So really they're all just as happy as kings. And this is the life that a little child fares In our bright, airy room with the cheery green chairs. For day after day, This is our way, In the room near the top of the stairs. stiff

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Top- Margaret Powell Marilyn Wilson Peggy Campbell Centre- Constance Guy Lydia Klein Agnes Richardson Betty Newcombe Morna Kenny Bottom- Vivian Keeler Patricia Leistikow Winnifred Davidson Frances Heakes