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

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22 Vox Fluminis about a terrible aeroplane disaster and marvelled that I had returned safely. EILEEN Woon, Grade IX, Douglas Hall. THE J OYS OF RIVERBEND iWith apologies to Bliss Carmanl Now the joys of our school are chiefly these, The songs of the birds among the trees. . K A birthday making it not so new, It gains in fun and experience too. The trees are turning green from brown, As we, with spring, our sorrows drown. We work and play from morn till night, We do the two with all our might. And when the parting day arrives We'll think of our school for all our lives. LORNA AIKILNS, Grade IX, Nelson Hall. WHY WE HAVE LILIES ON EASTER NCE upon a time in a beautiful garden there lived some flowers. There were tulips and daffodils and ever so many more. One day they were all talking together. Suddenly a tulip said, Why, tomorrow is Easter! Well, I am not going to be picked. Neither am I, cried many other voices. Does anyone in this garden want to be pick- ed? I do! said a Lily. Everyone turned and looked at the Lily. You would not like it, said a tulip, my sister was picked last year and I never saw her again. Well, I think you are a very stupid Lily, said a saucy daffodil. Sh, I hear footsteps. In came a little girl named Nancy. Well, ' said she, I shall have to pick one of you, which one shall it be? All the flowers hung their heads, except the Lily. So you want to be picked? Then, so you shall. When the people came to the table they all admired the Lily. This made the Lily very happy, because it knew it was bringing happiness to others. While they were admiring the Lily, a little butterfly who had been listening went and told the other flowers all about it. They were all very much ashamed. After that they tried to look bright on Easter, but no matter how hard they tried, Lilies were always picked. SHEILA SMITH, Grade III, Garry Hall. NIGHT The pines outlined against the sunset stand Like silent guardians over all belowg Behind the trees the sky's a purple glow Of color-orange, pink and mauve. O'er land And sea, a peaceful calm drops down. A strand Of gold remains, then fades and dies -the dark. A wisp of pallid fire appears, a spark, Another and another, hand in hand, The tiny stars the firmament o'er- spread. The silvery moon, with shimmering, glittering train, Mounts her high dais. Mortals hear her tread, Gaze up with awe at her immortal flame, Where on her royal throne, she lin- gers. Night In glory rises, pauses, dies in ilight. ANNA MAY COGHILL, Grade XI, Garry Hall. UNE VISITE AU MARCHE N jour ma mere, mon pere et moi avons visite le marche. Nous nous sommes promenes longtemps et alors nous nous sommes arretes devant une grande pendule. Ma mere a dit, Eh bien. Quelle belle pendule! J'ai dit, Oui! Mon pere a dit, Oui, mais le prix! Mais nous avons achete la pendule et

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Vox Fluminis 21 hurt, Pedro, could it-. As the wind howled and the sand beat against the hut the little boy crouched on his cot. Pedro had not come and it was late, very late. At last Juan ventured into the whirl- ing maelstrom of sand. A rope about his waist, he groped his way and stum- bled suddenly, jerking the rope so that it broke. Juan tried desperately to find it again in the suffocating sand which whirled about him. It was gone. His chance of finding Pedro was gone too, and had he only known it, this was his own end, for he wandered now not towards but away from the hut and who could live for long in that storm? MARION BOOTH, Grade IX, Nelson Hall. .,. LE VILLAGE SUR LA COLLINE E village sur la colline est tres joli. Les arbres au bord de la route du village sont frais est verts. Dans les jar- dins, il y a beaucoup de jolies fleurs. Il y a des pruniers, des pommiers, et des poiriers dans les vergers. D-ans le village il y a un petit ruisseau ou une famille de petit canards jaunes aiment a jouer. J'aime a me promener au bord de ce joli ruisseau. HELEN MCLEAN, Grade VIII, Nelson Hall. MY FIRST AEROPLANE VENTURE ITH the air of a martyr, I stepped into the cabin of the small Seaplane which was tied to the pier. My knees and hands were shaking and I don't doubt that I was as white as a sheet. Somehow I managed to sink into a vacant seat. I sat still for a few minutes and gradually calmed down. The engine started. I began to quake and to look with longing and envy at the land which we were soon to leave behind. The town had never seemed so beautiful and secure before. The plane had left the water and we were climbing swiftly up into the heav- ens. I looked back at the little village we had just left. It was rapidly disap- pearing. I looked down. We were fly- ing over rolling country covered with thick woods, while here and there busy little ants moved hither and thither. They all looked so far down. I couldn't see the altimeter, but I didn't care to. I looked around at my fellow passengers who, to my surprise, looked as though they were enjoying themselves. One woman smiled at me sympathetically. She must have undergone this torture at one time too. The plane turned a corner at a ter- rible angle. I glanced wildly around for some paper bags but when I discovered them-I found that I didn't need them after all. After this I began rather to enjoy myself, that is, in a certain sense. I looked down once more. We were fly- ing back toward the town. The white road below us, dotted here and there with tiny black cars, wound in and out through the green woods and fields. I thought how much nicer it would be to be in one of those cars than in this aeroplane. The town came into view once more, and we circled round it before landing. It looked like a small toy village com- plete with people, trees, gardens and a wide river running by. I was really beginning to enjoy the scene when the plane made another of those awful turns. I didn't feel quite as badly as when it made its first turn. Suddenly the engine went off. I start- ed, but realized that the ignition was always shut OH when the plane landed. We glided slowly down toward the water. The aeroplane was levelled just above the surface and we hit the water with a slight vibration. The engine was started again and we sped towards the shore we had left but a short half hour before. I climbed out onto the pier with a slightly unsteady gait. I soon recover- ed and began to tell my friends how wonderful and enjoyable flying was. The next day in the paper I read

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Vox Fluminis 23 nous l'avons portee a la maison. Nous avons mis la pendule dans la salle a manger et nous avons com- mence a manger. Mais la pendule a casse-brrrrr! Ma mere a saute. Mon pere a saute. Et moi, j'ai saute. Et maintenant la pendule est dans la corbeille de refus. JOAN HARRIS, Grade VIII, York Hall. -1 OUR CHRISTMAS TREE HE first thing that struck your eye as you entered the living-room was the Christmas Tree. It was tall and majestic looking and reached the ceil- ing. Lights, glass balls, and cones full of candy decorated it from top to bot- tom. The lights, with their bright colors, twinkled and shone in pretty shapes: such as candles, bells, birds, children, globes and peacocks. Transparent and beautifully colored glass balls, pretty ornaments, and silver bells that tink- led, swayed gently on the tree. Under- neath the tree were gaily wrapped gifts, of all sizes and shapes. The blue and silver star on the top was the most beautiful of all, though. A light in the centre of the star shone brightly, re- flecting on the ceiling, making weird shadows. The star seemed to beckon to you, and you felt as though you were one of the shepherds, following the star to the stable where the Baby lay. JoYcE Mo-RR1soN, Grade VII, York Hall. RED RIVER TRAGEDY Now gather 'round, my children, And I'll tell a tale of woe, Of a lass from Old Fort Garry And a lad who loved her so. She had eyes as blue as twilight, And a sweet and rosy mouth, And silver rippling laughter Like the tempests of the South. Now, her name was Nancy Avon, And her lover-William Leth, And to be with his dear sweetheart He'd suffer even death. But another trader loved her, And he'd heard young William say: I will meet you by Red River At the dawning of the day. So the trader, smiling cruelly, Fixed the muzzle of a gun, Near the quiet little thicket Where the muddy waters run. And he chuckled as he thought Of the moment which would come When young Leth stepped on the spot Near the trigger of the gun! When the trader reached his cabin, The morning soon drew nigh, As the silver streaks of dawning Shone across the o'ercast sky. Then he waited and he listened 'Till he heard a ringing shot, And he ran down to the river And came to the fatal spot. But what horror then surged o'er him As he searched there in the grass, For the blood-soaked, prostrate body Was the body of a lass! Drenched in blood, young Nancy whis- pered As she lay in agony: I'm so glad it wasn't William, I came early here, you see. For the trader did not know That young William had been late, And that Nancy, growing anxious, Had gone to the place to wait. And they never knew who'd killed her, Killed young Nancy, sweet and good, But the muddy sluggish river Flowed again with human blood. For the trader couldn't stand it- And his body soon was found By the banks near Old Fort Garry The wicked man was drowned. MARIE BoND, Grade VIII, Garry Hall.