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

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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,

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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