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

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4 VOX FLUMINIS lurincipafs .fetter Dear Girls: In this, the Coronation year, our thoughts are centred even more than usual on the subject of loyalty, In spite of great dis- tances and rather vague ideas about the might of Empire, we, as Canadians, find ourselves held by inexplicable bonds to the royal family and all it represents. Suppose we liken this loyalty to the crown to one of the ripples made by a pebble dropped in the quiet waters of your life-one of the outermost, I think, for it cannot exist without the presence of other and stronger ripples. The greatest of all your loyalties should be that to yourselves- to the best that is in you. Do you flatter other girls through a desire for popularity or do you tell the truth when necessary and keep quiet at all other times? Do you stoop to gossip and unkind remarks or do you remember always to do unto others as you would that they should do unto you ? Do you blindly follow the crowd or are you brave enough to stand up for what you know is right? This loyalty to your highest selves is the first ripple of all, and on its strength depends the number and power of all the others. You cannot really be true to yourselves without being true at the same time to the influence of your home and to the ideals of your parents. Whether you like it or not, strangers often judge your home and yourparents and your school by your behaviour. Are you being loyal to them in everything you do? If you are true to yourselves, you need have no fear for this second ripple. And if the first two are strong, the ever-broadening ripples-- loyalty to your class, to your school, to your country and to your Empire-will be correspondingly strong. f'But what can one person do? you ask. That is the question of a weakling-the class, the school, the country, even the vast Empire -each is composed of individuals, and the ripples made by one individual merge with and influence those made by another. Your business is to see that yours are the best and strongest possible. - To thine own self be true, H And it must follow as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. In conclusion I would like to say how much I have admired the determination and business acumen displayed by your Editors. They have spared no effort to make this magazine a success, and I con- gratulate them on the result. Yours sincerely, J. MAY CARTER, Principal.

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. 6 VOX FLUMINIS Peggie Willson Dorothy Oliver Beth. Rice-Jones Maurine Stuart Dora Rothwell Margaret Ross Daphne Cumming Helen Johnston How sweet to battle! did our Margaret Eler foam with Wrath, or for her armour fret? Ah no! a soul of peace and precise care She frowned at the indecorous, and saluted all the fair, So right, and calm and prudent this combination rare. Behind sate Dorothy With endearing Wile, Who made us ever at her noisesome pranks to smile. And when the foremost desks she pushed ahead one day,