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

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Vox Fluminis n illivmnriam Zlnlm Barham LORD TWEEDSMUIR JOHN BU'CHAN was born at Perth, Scotland, on August 26th, 1875. During the World War he served on the staff of British Headquarters and later under Lloyd George. In 1927 he was made a member of par- liament for the Scottish Universities. In 1935 he was appointed Governor-General of Canada and was cre- ated a baron taking the title of Lord Tweedsrnuir. He died at Ottawa on February 11, 1940, as the result of a fall. O Thou to whom man's heart is known, Grant me my morning orison. Grant me the rover's path-to see The dawn arise, the daylight flee, Grant me the happy moorland peace That ancient land of heath and sky, Where the old rhymes and stories fall In kindly soothing pastoral. There in the hills grave silence lies And death himself wears friendly guiseg There be my lot, my twilight stage Dear city of my pilgrimage. --JOHN BUCHAN.

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Vox Fluminis 19 places. After the lecture, we were all thinking how much we should like to go to India. We were especially interested to see the movies taken of her travels by Winnifred Ruth McIntyre, who last summer visited France and the British Isles. She told us all about the places to which she had been, and we enjoyed her account very much indeed. A short timeago, we were fortunate in having Miss Hilda Hessen come to our school and talk to us about the Hawaiian Islands and Honolulu. She showed us the very beautiful lantern slides which she had of her travels, and we enjoyed a very interesting and edu- cational afternoon. We have appreciated these lectures very much indeed, and wish to thank Miss Hessen, Mr. Martin and Winni- fred Ruth heartily for delivering them to us. We will be looking forward to many more such enjoyable times in the future. R.S. . LIBRARY NOTES Scene: Riverbend Library. Date: Any day. Time: 11.00 a.m. or 3.00 p.m. Characters: Librarian's Assistants, Miss Grant, Librarian, Student. Librarian: Good morning. Are you re- turning a book? Student: Yes Librarian: Name - Mary Brown? Ah - fifty cents, please. Student Cbewilderedi: Fifty cents! Librarian Cbrisklyb: New rule, you know. One cent every day the book is overdue. Could I interest you in V another book? The grade eights have donated a number of good books, with the money they received from the candy sale. Student Cdoubtfullybz Well -- Librarian: The Library Fund has also bought us several interesting books. Have you read 'Play Parade,' by Noel Coward? No? You must read that! CWritesD Mary Brown- Play Par- ade -April 23. 'Tm sure you'll en- joy it! Student: But if its overdue - Librarian Csweetlybz Oh, I'm sure you won't let that happen again! Clilnter Librarian's Assistants-five min- utes late.D Librarian Cfrostilybz And why are you late? Assistants Cmumblingl: Milk and bis- cuits - Librarian Cignoring the remarkbz Get to work! CThe assistants begin to tidy the shelves and tables? . CEnter Miss Grant.J All: Good morning Miss Grant. Miss Grant: Good morning, girls. Are the shelves being kept in order? This table doesn't look very tidy! Librarian: No, it doesn't, Miss Grant. CHurriedly thrusts books into Assist- ant Librarian's arms.D CThe bell is heard and the Assistants rush for the door, scattering books as they go. The Librarian, with a weary sigh, leans down to retrieve them, hears the din of the second bell and follows her assistants at break-neck speed. Miss Grant picks up the books, tidies the tables and goes out, quietly shutting the door behind herb. D. K. ,Q X 'la ' 4 154 ,g.::-12

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Vox Fluminis 21 E l l.li63-VO fy THE PLOWMAN Lonely and tired at close of day, His footsteps halting and slow, The ploughman treads his homeward way Through the glorious sunset's glow. His eyes are dimm'dg his hair is white, His clothes are tattered and torn, He wanders home in the deepening night, And he toils in the early morn. He has no riches, he has no gain, His cottage is far from grand. He finds his gold in the golden grain, His joy-in ploughing the land. For what cares he, if his clothes are worn, If his only wealth is his land? All he asks is a sunlit morn, And the feel of the plough in his hand. He finds his strength in growing things, He gives what he has to God, His spirit Hnds joy in the life that springs From the heart of the rich brown sod. He spends his hours in endless toil, He fears not trouble or strife, For out of the earth comes his only mirth, Out of the soil-his life. Lonely and tired at close of day, His footsteps halting and slow, The ploughman treads his homeward way Through the glorious sunset's glow. And he kneels in the dust of his rich brown sod, And he raises a gnarled old hand, As he offers his thanks to his Maker, God, Who has given him life-and his land! MARIE BoND, Grade IX, Garry Hall. NORTH MAIN FIVE o'clock! The horn tooted twice, and the St. George bus rolled away from the depot. Rita Morin sank back into the comfortable padded seat, and the nicest thoughts passed through her mind, one after the other, in a dreamy way. School was over for the term, ex- ams done, and now-going home,-and Easter only four days away! Every- thing was just wonderful . . . She looked out of the window, wish- ing that they would soon be out of the maze of city traffic and on to the high- way, where they could proceed at greater speed. Everything was wonder- ful-except the weather-and its eHects on crowded Main Street did not make it seem any better. Yesterday there had been a heavy thaw, after which the night had brought frost, and now the roads and sidewalks were a sheet of dirty ice. The sky was clouded, and the tuneless moan of a rising wind pre- dicted snow. The bus lurched slowly along the icy road, among the congestion of auto- mobiles, street-cars and people. What a dirty, noisy street North Main was- and especially when there was no sun to make a pretence of a glitter on its dirty windows and walls! Oh, if they could only go faster! Rita was really becoming annoyed-how quickly good humours disappear! Oh well, no use fretting! She leaned back again, and resumed her study of the street. They were passing a tall, red brick building,