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

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Vox Fluminis 15 mais monsieur Bonenfant qui n'avait pas faim a demande du poisson avec des haricots verts. Il a commande aussi, du lait pour les enfants, des petits pains et du beurre et des glaces. Papa a dit Jean, apres qu'il a mange sa cotelette de mouton, Marie a mange mon petit pain, donnez-moi un autre, s'il vous plaitf' Non dit Monsieur Bonenfant vous avez trop mange, nous commandons notre dessert, puis nous irons a la plage, jouer dans le sable. Merci, merci, papa! ont dit les en- fants ensemble Depechez-vous! Finis- sez votre dessert. Henri ira a la plage avec nous. Ils ont fini leur dessert et ils se sont depeches du restaurant. Alors Madame Blanche et ses amis sont entrees dans le restaurant, elles ont choisi une table pres du centre du restaurant. Le gargron a apporte le menu et les dames ont choisi leurs diners. 'J'aurai du rosbif, des choux-fleurs, des pommes de terre, du cafe noir, et des p6ches a la creme. Que voulez- vous, Madame Blanche? Je choisis du porc avec les choux et des petits pois, une glace pour le des- sert. Les autres dames ont commande leurs diners, et elles ont mange un bon diner. Pendant qu'elles buvaient leur cafe, elles ont parle du nouveau cha- peau de Madame Noir et le salon dans la maison de Madame Bonnard et beau- coup d'autres choses. Alors elles ont paye l'addition, donne un pourboire au gargon et elles sont sorties du restau- rant. Apres cela, beaucoup de monde est entre dans le restaurant, pour manger leurs diners. Valery Rayner, Grade IX, Nelson Hall. . THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A CHICKEN AS I begin my story, I am hatching from the egg. I am wet, as all chickens are when they come from the egg. As I look about me, I see I am in a cheesecloth net with some brothers and sisters. I am in a box. The lid is being taken off! There is a kind-faced woman looking in. She takes some bunches of net just like the kind I am in. Now I am being lifted and put in another box. A few days have passed and soon I shall go into a pen in the yard. Here comes the lady again. She's bringing us our breakfast. My! That tastes good. They give good meals here. We are being lifted again. Now I think we shall go into the pen. We are going up some things called stairs, and now down some more. It makes me feel sick because I'm being bumped so much. We are being put down in the pen. I think I shall go inside the coop. There is nothing much, only some straw and perches. I shall like living here play- ing tag with the other chickens. The other chicks are growing fast. I have started to grow a comb on my head. I am the first chick to start one. We will be put into the big chicken house soon with the others. Yes, we are being taken now to the big coop. I have laid my first egg, and a beauty it is! Those other hens are so proud of their eggs that it makes me sick. Why, the one in the nest next to me lays brown eggs. I have a brood of twelve chicks now. The other hens say I'm very puffed up but I haven't noticed it. My babies are beauties. I'm now sitting on a kitchen table waiting to be cooked for someone's Sunday dinner, so, before I lose my head, I think I'll end my story. Betty Cooper, Grade V, Douglas Hall. JINGLE There once was a pony named Dingle Who made such a jolly good jingle, The boys and girls cried, Hey, give me a ride Behind Dingle whose bells will go jingle. Helen Emerson, Grade V, Nelson Hall.

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14 Vox Fluuminis machine. Two of these peasants were driving a team of oxen. The voice of one of them might be heard expressing the hate of the whole nation for the cruel oppressors: I have given my possessions to these pigs, now I must give my labor also, that these gluttons may be filled. My wife has been sent to work in a muni- tions factory in Germany, and my two sons have been forced vto fight for this new order which we all abhor. My farm and all my lands are now charred ruins, and my cattle hang in German storehouses. But why do you not speak, my friend? You are .surely not an ally of these beasts? The other peasant quickly shook his head, and drawing from his vest a pad and pencil, wrote: My tongue has been cut out because I have already said too much. A mud-spattered boy in the blue uniform of the English airforce clam- bered over the stone wall of a small French garden. Wearily he staggered up to the door and knocked upon it. A little old lady answered his knock, and, at his broken request for help, she gently led him into the house and laid him on a bed. After he had rested and had supper, he told her that he was an English 'flier whose plane had been shot down in the fields. It is very good of you to help me, said the boy gratefully, but why are you so kind? Because I have a son fighting for freedom. He is in the Free French Forces, and although my body is in my conquered land, my heart is with those peoples everywhere who are fighting against German enslaveryf' Joan and Michael thought such things could never happen in Canada, but someday they would know differently, unless they, and all the other freedom loving people, set their hearts, hands, and minds to the winning of this war against evil. ' Nancy Complin, Grade X, Douglas Hall. LE PORT DE MER Je suis un petit chien noir, et je m'appelle Chico. Je suis le chien du capitaine d'un cargo, et une fois par semaine nous debarquons a Marseilles avec notre cargaison. Pendant que le navire est dans le port, je suis assis sur le quai et regarde les paquebots, les navires de guerre, et les barques qui sont aussi dans le port. Les matelots m'aiment beaucoup, et ils me mettent sur leurs bateaux. Je fais une prome- nade sur les ponts, et souvent l'homme qui fait la cuisine me donne un os. Quel- quefois quand il fait du soleil je me couche sur le sable, ou je joue avec un petit enfant. Quand nous sommes sur la haute mer,- je me couche sur une cou- chette dans la cabine du capitaine. Je n'ai pas mal a l'estomac, et j'aime la mer beaucoup. Nancy Complin, Grade X, Douglas Hall. -l1ilT,.. LE LAPIN Je suis un lapin. Mon nom est Marie. Je suis blanc et j'ai les yeux roses. Je demeure dans une maison brune. J'ai une soeur. Elle est brune et tres jolie. Elle s'appelle Bun. Nous jouons sur l'herbe dans le jar- din. Nous mangeons l'herbe. J'aime l'herbe. Je vois un chien. Je n'aime pas le chien. Il est grand et noir. Je vois un chat. Le chat est joli. J'aime le chat. J'ai une mere. Ma mere est grande et blanche. Elle a la queue brune. Mon pere est brun. Ma mere et mon pere sont jolis. J'ai une queue grise. Je suis tres heureux. Sheila Smith, Grade VI, Garry Hall. li. DANS LE RESTAURANT Beaucoup de monde est entre dans le restaurant, dimanclhe apires-midi. D'abord monsieur Bonenfant est arrive avec son petit garcon, Jean et Marie sa fille. Ils sont alles at une table dans un coin du restaurant et Monsieur Bonen- fant a commande un bon diner, les cetelettes de mouton et des petits pois et des pommes de terre pour les enfants,

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16 Vox Fluminis THESE ENGLISH . . . . . And the Prince Kharama of Kashmir said unto his chief minister, Samaar: Go to this land as an envoy of our people. Listen and learn of these English that we may know more of these strangers who come to our land to trade, and hope to conquer. And Samaar boarded a ship and came unto the strange land, saw and learned of the English, and wrote thus: July 4, 1723.-These English are a strange people, their land is a strange land, and their ways are strange ways. When I arrived at Dover, I was thoroughly inspected and searched in a most complicated and unnecessary manner. When this process was fin- ished, I continued on my way to Lon- don, their capital city, by a most in- convenient mode of travel - stage- coach. When I arrived I enrolled at a species of hotel called an 'innf This inn, like the many others found on this street called 'High,' is a small place. The inn-keeper is a typical Englishman. To give a picture of his class I describe him: He is an enormously fat man with a fiat head and an extremely ruddy corn- plexion. He spends a great deal of his time at the bar of his inn consuming large quantities of an alcoholic drink, very strong, which does not seem to affect him in the least. The rest of his time is spent chatting with his cus- tomers. Often, the name of Sir Robert Wal- pole, the Prime Minister, is mentioned. I have seen this man and I know that the country treats him unjustly. He is a good, useful gentleman but because of numerous riotings, and unhappy gos- siping, the people have not a clear picture of the man. The rumors are instigated by a party called Jacobites who wish to restore the Stuart line of kings to the throne. The present king is entirely Ger- man-he speaks no English, and he has brought a swarm of German women and German attendants to the English court. A tarnish has crept over the land with his coming. The common people seem to be either beggars or highwaymen. One cannot travel safely in this land be- cause of the latter's constant robbing and murdering. The members of the nobility, how- ever, are absolutely different. Having taken their cue from their fat king, they show no outward enthusiasm for anything. They all attend operas and plays and read the new books by mod- ern writers, foremost among these be- ing Oliver Goldsmith, Jane Austen, Daniel Defoe, and Jonathan Swift. A strange man called John Wesley is travelling throughout the country in an endeavour to reform religion-which is already foolish and fantastic. These English are a strange and marvellous people. They are imperious yet sympathetic, uninteresting yet bril- liant. We are against a strong foe.- Please Budda, we shall be at peace! Pat Bernard, Grade X, Douglas Hall. , SPRINGTIME There is a valley that I know Where the wild sweet breezes blow, And the daffodils nod.to and fro In Springtime. X And the wee purple violets are always peeping, And the pussy willows are always weeping, I And there the first primrose is seen a'sleeping In Springtime. And the fluffy-white, new-born lambs: there play, And the sun shines through the trees all day, And the cherry-blossoms softly sway In Springtime. Yes! There's a valley that I know Where it will never, never snow, And there you and I will some day go, For there it's always Springtime. P. Hodgson, Grade XI, York Hall.