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

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VOX FLUMINIS 5 X 'lllllllllllllllllllllllllllll' llIllllllllllllllllilllllllll R mass NUTES R r Eleanore Troup Peggy 'Campbell Maurine Stuart Beth Willson GRADE XII Fourlitle girls in a little wee room. Three little girls in a little wee roorn, Four little girls and a little teacher, too. Three little girls and little Peggy, too. Work, says little Edgar. Class notes, says little Peggy. We work, say the four. Ah, class notes, say the four. So they Work and sometimes giggle till So they classed and they noted until it their little sides are sore. was a bore. Four little girls in a little Wee room, Three little girls in a little Wee room, Four little girls and a little Window, too. Three little girls and little Eleanore, too. Use me, says the Window. Come to tea, says little Eleanore, We use you, say the four. And we'll see what we can do. So they fill the little Window ledge-it So they tea-ed and they haha-ed, but can't hold any more. they don't know what to do.

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. vox FLUMINIS lbrincipal fs .Better Dear Girls: Today We Welcome the first edition of -.V Fluminis with our new crest. l This crest 'Was signed by the late Mr. Douglas MacKay and is illustrative of Riverbend-the White pillars of house itself and the seagull-happy reminder our beautiful location on the bank of the Some day We shall have an appropriate motto add to our crest. . Examinations are over for our Old Girls at the University, we hope that they liked their papersjl and before long our senior grades Will be begizgigi' ning their final tests. We Wish them all success.. e-1 May I express my heartiest congratulations this magazine to Miss Grant, to Peggy Campbell, the editor, and to her very eflicient staff. They: have Workedvery hard to make' it a success, andel am sure they will be satisfied with the result. y Yours affectionately, g J. MAY CARTER, ' ' Principah' 1

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6 VOX FLUMINIS YE OLDE CURIOSITY SHOPPE EA, and there were four damsels. Fair they were, and wise beyond their years. Yea verily, and a nomad Cno punsj race were they, removing themselves from the higher realms of the twelfth grade to the lowly abode of the five and six. Yea, to the lowly five and six went they, once but a bare kitchen, but now-how changed! Ride with us, oh my friends, into the realms of imagination, and glance into the group of maidens assembled there. And lo, there are four girls-asleep? Nay nay, at work. At work, they are, and verily wan with the strain. First there is Beth Willson, snug is she in her se- cluded corner. Little Beth Corner we call her fthough, in truth, 'tis but our funb who warbleth so sweet in the Springtime Cor atany other time except when she's requested, for a modest lass 'tis shel. Then comes our Eleanore CTroupJ, a fanatical gleam of learning in her eyes. She thinketh, not sure now mark you, but maybe, that is per- haps, she may have attained her geo- metry sum. Smile we and say, Still waters run deep. Lo and we would pride forsooth, the now present, in next fair maiden. A pianist of note is she, yea and no mean scholar. Who is she? Wouldst thou but know, 'tis the Head Girl, Maurine Stuart. Nay, didst we now forget the other valiant student of the group. We would ibut speak and unto thee would say 'tis Peggy CCampbellJ, the Editor of the renowned Vox Fluminis. But why, the sage would ask, this calm prevailing here? Oh, know ye not? Prithee, glance up yonder. 'Tis small but dignified Miss Edgar who presideth there. Be dili- gent, saith she, exams Wince the maidens and toil once more. ' And then a change doth come. But a simple bell tolleth. Joy descendeth. Up glance the maidens and smile they-clasp each other and murmur, La, my dears, our toil is over for to-day. Thus depart we and leave--leave our four fair maidens, so happily at work, yea, so merrily-in their Olde Curiosity Shoppe. GRADE XI, NORTH There are sixteen girls in our grade Who from constant working have gra'de, For studies are hard, So our beauty is mard, And each doubtless will be an old made. There ith a young thtudent called Judith, Who cannot be thaid to be prudith, Nor doeth thhe lithp, But thpeakth very crithp, Thith verthe ith but meant to deludith. There is a young student called Dale, Who has never been known yet to fale. Her drawings are grate, Her hair red, by fate. She has brain waves that never grow stale. Marg Dowler, a very tall creacher, Now plans to become a gym teacher, When puzzled, she twirls And plays with her cirlsg But skating's her outstanding feacher. There are two young students called Marge, Who the ocean once crossed in a barge The crowning to see. And happy are we ' That they went from the school to see Garge. Marg Graban, a beautiful dream, Out of place in the classroom would seamg The Amph she enhances, And skaters entrances, To win all the games for their team.