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

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Vox Fluminis 27 au matin, je lui apporte du cafe au lait, et de petits pains, parce qu'il a faim. Cet ete je vais visiter la ferme de grand-pere pendant les Vacances. MARIE BOND, Grade VIII, Garry Hall. MURIEL ILL you please tell Mr. Murdoch that I'd like to see him. Thank you.-What?-Oh, yes, I have an ap- pointment .... In here? Thank you. Mr, Murdoch? I'd like to speak to for a moment if you don't mind. Why, yes, thank you, I will sit down. What? . . . Oh yes. Well, you see, sir, it concerns Muriel's and my . . . your daughter, Muriel, you know. Oh yes, of course. You would, wouldn't you? Well, you see, sir-I met Muriel at the Silvers' party and-what-why, uh- Jean Silvers, one of Muriel's friends, from Newport, you know. Well, as I was saying, I met Muriel at the Silvers' party last week and we had a long talk. I hope you don't mind, sir, but you see we have a lot in common, we both like skiing, swimming, and dancing, too -although she likes the slow dances, I prefer the faster ones. CBy the way, sir, have you ever seen 'Susannah' do that new polka? Oh, well-ll, she's just 'Susannahf a dancer, you knowb. . . . Oh, yes, your daughter. Well, sir, we were talking and she said that as you were her father, I should ask you first if I might-No, thank you, sir, I smoke a pipe-Who? 'Susannah?' Oh, she's down at the 'Sail Home? It's a night club on Fiftieth Street you know. Oh, very reasonable. Yes sir, she is very good. That's all right, sir. Now, as Muriel was telling me, you are very good-natured, and . . . Yes, she did say that. Who?-her mother-why, I imagine all wives say things like that. -Oh, yes, that reminds me. Muriel said that I-pardon-oh I've known her for about a week and a half, sir, but it really seems much longer than that. As I said before, we have much in common. We both like sports, you know, eh! Why-uh, I guess I've seen her every day nearly. You see, sir, we've been making plans for a house that-why, yes, she did tell me you were thinking of building. Out on the Island, wasn't it? No! Oh, I thought she said-well, that's a beautiful place, sir, you couldn't find a nicer spot for miles around there for a summer home. How do I know?-why, Muriel and I were there on a picnic last Friday. There was quite a party of us. We went down by car-yes, we DID have a slight accident-you see, someone mistook your car for Archie's and- why Muriel had it-yes, they mistook it for Archie's and they-Archie? he's Ruth's fiancee-Oh, Ruth's Jean Silvers room-mate. I spoke of her awhile ago. Who?-Archie?-no, sir, he's very nice. He works for your friend, Mr. Arnold- his secretary, I believe. Oh, yes--Muriel -well, sir, I like Muriel very much, and I believe she likes me too-or at least she said she did. When?-at the picnic, sir. We were out in the red canoe and I asked her to-What?!! Sir, it is NOT her money I want! In fact I don't want her money at all. What I came up here for, was not money at all, I assure you! You have insulted me, Mr. Murdoch! Oh, very well, sir. Why, now that you speak of it, I believe I could do with a small glass.-Please . . . Oh, yes, the red canoe. Well I asked her to tell you about me, but she seemed to think it was my place to ask you, so here I am. Now what I want to know is-well-ll, I mean, well, sir, as you have probably heard, I-Twhat! . . . Marry Muriel . . . Sir, I had no such idea. I came up here to see if I might design your summer home. The idea . . . why, wait 'till Sally hears about this-who, Sally?--My wife, sir. J oAN HEASLIP, Grade XI, Douglas Hall.

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26 I Vox Fluminis SPRING How do I know that spring is here? By the south wind whispering soft in my ear, By the woodpecker pecking the bark of the tree, And the hum in the air of the busy bee. By the daffodils of golden hue, And the purple violets covered with dew, By the birds on the tree and the flowers on the lawn, And the clear bright sun that greets us at dawn. By the chirping of the robin red, That calls me from my cosy bed. And once again I pause to see What a marvellous place this world can be. JOYCE MORRISON, Grade VII, York Hall. FACTS ABOUT SKIING Authority- Winter Cavalcaden KI Ca Scandinavian word pro- nounced shee J probably came to the Lapps from the North of Siberia and then from them to the Norwegians and Swedes, then was introduced to Swit- zerland by the English at the end of the last century, probably 1889. The oldest known ski was dug out of a bog in Norway and is about three thousand years old. Skiing first of all was a means of getting about in the winter and first be- came a sport on the foundation of the Norwegian Ski Association in 1883. The Ski Club of Great Britain was formed in 1903. The best skis are made of hickory, but ash, maple and, in Scandinavia, birch are also used. The highest speed obtained on skis is eighty-two miles an hour achieved on special skis and on a prepared track. In downhill races, the racers have aver- aged forty miles an hour. over a course of three miles,-this means that at times they would touch sixty miles an hour. The average speed of a jumper on a big leap Ctwo hundred feet or morej is about fifty to fifty-live miles an hour, but after landing the speed increases and may attain seventy miles an hour at the foot of the hill. At a big jumping competition there may be three hundred competitors, jumping at the rate of three a minute. Each man has three jumps and out of nine hundred jumps there are often only sixty to eighty falls, such is their skill. The winner is the one who has received the greatest number of points for the length and style of all three jumps and from all three judges, the longest jump receives twenty points. The maximum style points are twenty, but they are rarely awarded. Crack jumpers gen- erally gain around eighteen and a half points out of twenty. Points are taken off for mistakes, such as these: too late a spring, uneven position of skis or arms in the air, unsteady landings. The record length for a ski jump is three hundred and thirty-nine feet, made by Josef Bradl on the leap in J ugoslavia. Bob Lymburne, of Canada, has jumped two hundred and eighty feet at Revelstoke in British Columbia, and the British record is a jump of two hundred feet, made by Colin Wyatt, at St. Moritz in Switzerland. The greatest art in skiing is mastering the varieties of turns and being able to execute them at will at any speed on. any type of snow. JUNE LEAR, Grade X,, Douglas Hall. LA FERME DE GRAND-PERE A NOEL A FERME de grand-pere a Noel est tres belle! Il n'y a pas de neige a la ferme de mon grand-pere, parce qu'il fait chaud en hiver. Je visite sou- vent la ferme de mon grande-pere. Grand-pere a beaucoup de vaches, et il a beaucoup de chevaux aussi. Il a un beau cheval noir. Je l'aime! Sur sa ferme mon grandpere a un beau jardin. Tous les matins je me leve, et je remplis mon panier d'oeufs. Quand mon grand-pere va aux champs

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28 Vox Fluminis THE ALL-DESTROYING RAY F YOU were to walk up to the end of Midville Road, you would see an old dilapidated house, badly in need of repairs, minus the front steps, plus the glass out of the windows. You would then be tempted to ask anyone of the old grannies what happened to the house and who used to live there? The one you asked would shift her pep- permint drop to the other side of her mouth, and fix her glasses prepared for the tale she loved most to tell. Some few years ago a young man and his bride came to live in two hundred and fifty-six Midville Road. They were a nice young couple, fond of each other, as well as their kind neighbors. One day something happened. Doctors were going in and out of the house and the young man looked terribly worried and distressed. The neighbors went to inquire and find out what was the matter. The young man said his wife had typhoid. Two days later the pretty house was in mourning for its sweet mistress who had passed away. N o one saw the young man for quite awhile, but at night the little window in the third floor was always lighted. That was the only sign that anyone lived there. One cold, stormy night when you would imagine that anything could hap- pen, a queer colored ray kept flashing from the little 'attic window of number two hundred and Hfty-six. The ray kept flashing for what seemed an etern- ity until finally the men decided to go and investigate, for they thought may- be the man was in trouble and sig- nalling for help. But too late did they think of it, for suddenly a blasting roar sounded above the claps of thunder and number two hundred and fifty-six was a chaos of glass and splinters of wood. T'he house looked as though a hurricane had sud- denly struck it. When help arrived they found no longer a young man but an aged man who was mentally unbalanced, and also a housekeeper who said her master had been inventing an all-destroying ray which he said was going to destroy the world. Ever since his wife had died he had been working on this and fin- ally it had blown up. He soon passed away and no one has ever lived in the house since, supposing it to be haunted. , The old granny would look at you with a look that said, Well, you see our street has an exciting history. You would politely thank her and walk on pondering on the story of the all-destroying ray. HELEN PALK, Grade VIII, Nelson Hall. AN EVENING AT HOME T IS seven o'clock on Thursday night. You are washing dishes Cmaid's night outl hurriedly because you must get your homework done in time to hear Good News. As you clean the last pan, none too thoroughly, you glance furtively at Civics notes. After a few glances you consider them learned. CThe next day you change your mind.J Now, a French verb must be written out in eleven tenses. Ah, you sigh, why doesn't everyone speak English? You determine to do some- thing about it when Cand ifb you are famous. But in the meantime there is work to be done. You settle in a chair by the living-room radio. For fifteen minutes you are engrossed C?J in the French verb. Suddenly, a shrill yell jerks you to life. You rise and stride determinedly to the front hall where your small brother lies screaming. He explains noisily that he fell off the bannisters. You pick him up- and tell him he is a big baby to cry. When he is finally consoled, you return to the comfortable chair. Having finished the French verb, you turn your attention to Geometry. As you open your battered text-books, you discover by your watch