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

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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.

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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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24 Vox Fluminis YOU IN YOUR SMALL CORNER -BUT WHAT BECOMES OF ME? PRING had begun, and so had spring cleaning. Accordingly Mrs. Wig- gins, our energetic housekeeper, had the house topsy-turvey. The Windsor chair from the best parlor stood stifliy on top of the kitchen table, which, for con- venience had been placed in the din- ing-roomg the piano reposed placidly in the front hall, forming an effective stop- sign to front door visitors, but, in spite of the state of the rest of the house, I received the shock of my life when I stepped into my bedroom. To begin with, I tripped over an enormous pot of varnish, which, un- noticed by me, had been sitting in the middle of the floor, and fell fiat on my face. Before I could get up I was com- pletely surrounded by a sticky sea of varnish, and completely stuck. After writhing and twisting for about fifteen minutes, I gave it up as a bad job, and, though my position was not in the least comfortable, lay still and commenced to look around my room. My easy chair, footstool, desk lamp, encyclopaedia, statuette of Beethoven, about a dozen pictures, and the carpet, were piled in a glorious conglomera- tion on the bed. The waste-paper bas- ket was sitting rather tipsily on my folding desk, and on top of that were heaped, in an exceedingly precarious arrangement, my twenty-six volumes of Scientific Research and Psycho-An- alysisf' My floor lamp stood dismally in one corner, its gilded base swathed in dustcloths of every color in the rain- bow. A heap of curtains, towels, house- dresses, and empty ink bottles decorat- ed the top of my bookcase, while my precious buhl music cabinet, the joy of my life, was standing squarely in front of the steam radiator, and the steam on full blast! Fuming, I recited to myself the things I was going to say to Mrs. Wiggins, when suddenly that worthy lady walked in and with the help of a huge and potent rolling pin, ordered me to get offa my lazy stummik and outa her way. Varnish and all, and with a degree of speed never before equalled in my life, I complied meekly with her re- quest. RossME STERLING, Grade X, Nelson Hall. MY LIFE BY A CATERPILLAR NE day when I was nearly full- grown, I thought how much I would like to be a butterfly. So I climbed up a hedge near by and began to spin a cocoon. After a little while I got tired working my feet up and down and in and out, so I stopped and took a rest. I stayed in my cocoon for the whole winter and then came out in the middle of June. When I didcome out my wings were all wet, but I gradually exercised and there I was just like any other butterfly. GAIL GRAHAM, Grade V, Garry Hall. li-1l-in-Q-i AN ICY DEATH HE plane came down easily, even in the storm and without an engine. Dick always had been a good navigator. How stupid he had been to overlook refilling with gas! How stupid he had been to start across the Atlantic by himself! After all, he was no Corrigan. He tampered with the radio, but it was dead. He was away off his planned course and no ships came that way. He was doomed, nothing could save him. He crawled out onto the wing. The waves lashed against the sides of the pontoons and splashed in his face. The wind howled and seemed to mock him in his distress. In his estimation the plane, in its present condition, would stay afloat for about an hour, then it would rapidly begin to sink. Yes, sink, and he with it. No one could rescue him in that time or in that storm. Besides, no one had known he had started on this wild trip. Fame! Fame! Why had he been so eager for fame? The lightning streaked the sky with jagged outlines and thunder boomed weird calls. D'ick was not