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

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18 viqx Fzumims g A FAIRY STORY I IN Fairyland there was a giant. Never before had one been there, and Hol- low Tree Village was in a great stir. Twins, Fluffy and Muffy, lived in this village. Fluffy was a boy, and Muffy a girl. One day when they were out walking in the forest a man appeared. He was the biggest man they had ever seen. Fluff pulled at Muff's rose-petal dress. Quick! he whispered. He'is going toward our village. I must warn our Fairy Queen and you must warn the Queen of S-mall-Feet Village. Tell her to come to our aid quickly. Good-bye! Fluff ran and ran until he reached Joy, his Queen. Joy called her army together quickly. Dig a deep pit, she said, so the giant will fall into it. Dig it right in his path and cover it with a carpet of grass and pine needles. It must be ready in ten minutes. Now be off. Meanwhile Muffy had reached Small- Feet Village and ordered the men to be quick. They started up and arrived just as the elves of the other village were beginning to pit. It was surprising how fast they dug. It was ready in eight minutes. As soon as they had put across the grass and pine needles, along came the giant. C-R-A-S-H! He fell into the pit. How surprised and angry he looked. All the fairies came from their hiding places and crowded around the pit. Last came Joy in her daffodil-petal dress. She said: You have your choice. Either you will be our slave or we shall kill you. The giant growled in reply: I will be your slave. The Queen held a party for Fluffy and Muffy. It was held in the moon- light. Fluff was given a badge saying, For Bravery, and Muff was given a hair-bow. They were very tired little fairies when at last they crept into bed. Elizabeth Moody, Grade V, Garry Hall. ' THE SEASONS The months of sp-ring are April, May, With squawking crow and screeching lay, And sweet woods ringing With robins singing Of lovely spring that's here. The months of summer are June, July, With bright blue skies and falcons' cry. Yellow beaches, pleasant swimming, Laughing loon, and swallow skimming O'er the prairies bright and green. Autumn months-August, Septe-mber, The glowing sun like burning ember, Passing o'er ripe fields of grain, Longing for a pleasant rain To cool their roots, their heads, their stalks. The months of winter, four-remember: January, February, November, December. All the birds far south they fly As if some mysterious agents try To send them 'way from coming cold. Barbara McLean, Grade V, York Hall. . -.1-1..,,i....T. EXTINCTION He crumpled on the battlefield and sank into the mud, And down his twisted, pain-racked face there trickled clotted blood, And yet he had the strength to fire just one last shot of lead,- The yellow-bellied Jap shrieked, gasped, and fell across him-dead. Joan Harris, Grade XI, York Hall. I'D RATHER HAVE YOU Laughing puppy with bringht brown eyes And a soft brown head to pat, I'd rather have you Than a kangaroo Or parrot or great white rat. I'd rather have you Than any of these, Or a ring-tailed possum That hangs on trees. Clementine McNern, Grade III, York Hall.

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Vox Fluminis 17 SHOULD YOU? Should you eat a radish in your hand or with a fork? Should you send out little cards an- nouncing Mr. Stork? Is it proper to confront a departing guest with, Please, Mrs. Brown, meet Mrs. Smith? Does it make them feel at ease? Should you wear a flowing train upon your bridal gown? Should you send a kind hello when a stranger comes to town? Is it in the best of form to serve cocktails before dinner, To tell a woman, O my dear, that dress makes you look thinner? Should you pass the album when your friends have come to call? Should you have the girls in for a game of bridge-that's all? Are you sure by all the rules your table top is set? Do you know the answers? Well, you should. -It's Etiquette. Betty Dowler, Grade XI, Douglas Hall. MY KIDDY CAR I have a little kiddy car It is painted red and black One day I ran into a pail of tar And I thought my heart would crack. I cried myself to sleep that night And hugged my teddy bears But soon I saw a tiny light A-coming up the stairs. It was the fairies bright and gay They asked me why I was sad. I hurt my kiddy car today. Said they, T'hat's certainly too bad. And then I asked them if by chance They could wash it with the dew, So they washed and washed as around they danced Until it looked like new. Moyra Smith, Grade III, Nelson Hall. JUDY Sliding down the bannisters, knocking o'er the chairs, Licking out the jam pots, stealing all the pears, Who's the little rascal in the flower bed Tearing up the blossoms with the puppy, Ned? Now he's in the kitchen begging for a tart, Now she's at the playhouse in the dolly's cart, Now she's in the basement riding on her byke, Cleaning out the coal chute, the busy little type! Naughty little ragamuffin, at the close of day Thinking of the fun she's had while putting toys away. Who's the little angel kneeling at her prayers? She's my little sister, quite absolved of cares. Betty Jean Adamson, Grade XI, Douglas Hall. -1- OH! Oh for the sight of the tiny, The fields of rye and corn, Oh for the sight of the sloping hills And the place where I was born. Oh to be back there home once more By the side of the rambling stream, To lie on its muddy banks and watch It glitter in sunlight's gleam. ' Oh for the sight of the blooms in spring And the feel of the dewy grass, Oh for the smell of the primrose flower And a sight of the old footpaths. Oh to be back there, home once more, Back to the fields of corn, Back to the land where I belong, To the place where I was born. P. Auld, Grade IX, Garry Hall.

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Vox Fluminis 19 MY ADVENTURES AS A KITTEN I WAS born on December 3rd, 1941. I I am pure black and my name is Blacky. I have two brothers and four sisters. I am the youngest. I am now practically one and a half. My latest adventure was when I went out for a little walk on that day when it was so hot. I lay down under the big maple tree. As I lay there all of a sudden I saw this dog, and you know how I hate dogs! Well, he came closer and closer, and at last I jumped up and I met him, and I hissed. He barked and the fight was on. He bit me, so I spat back at him, which made him still more angry, so he tackled me. I was then in a terrible rage. I flew at him and jumped on top of him. He jumped up and I came off with a bad bump. Then all of a sudden I woke up and discovered that it was a horrible dream. I then ran back into the house where my mother and my brother and sisters were. I crept in beside my mother and while I told her about my dream she washed me all over with her soft tongue, and as I finished I fell asleep again, but this time I had a lovely dream about milk, cream, and fish. Sheelagh Burke, Grade VI, Douglas Hall. .1 MRS. CHATTER HELPS WITH MY, HOMEWORK I certainly didn't want her to help, it was her suggestion and I couldn't do anything else but let her help. Mrs. Chatter, who came over about twice a year, and only came then be- cause my mother invited her, out of politeness, was the type of woman that our family could not tolerate. She knew all and her name, Chatter, really did suit her. I had come home from school only to find my dear friend Mrs. Chatter sitting chattering to my mother. I spoke to her very politely and then rushed off to my desk in a secluded part of the room, hoping that she would not see meg but, just as I thought, she saw me sit down to my homework. Be- fore I could open one of my books, she was by my side eager to help. I thanked her for her kind offer, but said I could manage very nicely by myself. She in- sisted on helping, and that's when all the trouble started. I was doing algebra, but she insisted it was geometry and put geometry all over my books. After I had seen that messed up enough, I started my gram- mar, but she insisted I write a story for her with good English in it. This went on in each subject, until at last Mrs. Chatter said she must be on her way. It was two hours wasted, but it really was two hours of fun. Pat Ford, Grade IX, Douglas Hall. . .l 1. THE LONELY MAIDEN Once there was a flowiring maiden, Always smiling, shining, gay, Then her lover died in battle, Left her lonely till death's day. Lonely as the sea in winter When the skies are bleak and grey, While the water's sea-tossed blackness Cries the lengthening nights away, Lonely as the mountain summits Capped by mists throughout the day, Stilled by blizzards in the winter, Tow'ring out of all menis way, Lonely as the woods in twilight When the forest giants sway, While the dust of her beloved Coldly lies enwrapped in clay. Patricia Northcote, Grade XI, Douglas Hall. When in the woods I walk With Laddie by my side, With him I laugh, with him I talk. Sometimes I try to hide, But if I drop behind a log, In a moment, there's my dog. Clementine McNern, Grade III, York Hall. Mrs. Laing: Jane, what .does 'Pas de tout' mean? Jane Lee Cabsent mindedlybz Father of twins.