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

Text from Pages 1 - 66 of the 1943 volume:

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En C5112 Alumnae Who through the years have And have carried the school spirit to the world beyond Thus making themselves The Voice of the River maintained the traditions: lu, - 'lJ Y, - - 1 gl 1 - 1 L....-, - Je 4 Vox Fluminis fqlumnae fva-fed THIS year we are dedicating the school magazine to the alumnae. Theirs has been the task to carry on the school tradition at home and abroad and this they have successfully accomplished. The following are girls known to be in the armed services: Frances Aikins, now Captain Riley, is serving overseas in the C.W.A.C. Carol Dahl is also in the same service.. Shirley Rooper, now overseas, Reeta Weppler, Gloria Cortrite, Sally Cohen and Goldie Mann are serving in the W.A.A.F. Betty Slater, Mary Irvine, Hope Rutherford, Helen Mclnnes, Barbara Allen, Eleanor Ward and Kathleen Benner have joined the Wrens. The following girls are doing war-work: Florence Sterling is working at the Cordite Plant in Transcona. Margaret Ross is doing war-work in Ottawa, Shirley McLean in Washington, Inas Helen George in Jackson, Michigan, and Edna Pinfold in Winnipeg. The following are recent marriages: Daphne Gunne, Phyllis Hunter, Ruth Rich, Betty Cameron, Marjorie Gardiner, Jean McFarlane, Eleanor Mclnnes and Jean Love. Jane Swithinbank and Betty Weatherill are studying at McGill. Caroline Harris is at the University of Toronto studying philosophy. Katherine Bingham and Margaret Dowler are graduating from Home Economics this year. Betty Newcombe is doing research work in foods at the University of Minnesota. Betty Marten is studying at Ames, Iowa, while Mary Elizabeth Edgar is studying Art in Toronto. The following girls are in the nursing service: Judy Bennett is at the Vancouver General Hospital, Emily Hayes at the St. Boniface Hospital, Barbara South at the Winnipeg General Hospital and Phoebe McNab at the Toronto Western Hospital. Beth Rice Jones is doing Public Health Nursing in Toronto while Helen Johnston is doing the same work in Winnipeg. Jane White is in the Royal Nursing Service. Congratulations to Jean Vincent and Gwen Ramsay on the recent births. Mary Elizabeth Mclntyre, residing in Sweden, now has a son and a daughter. Congratulations also to Carla Lehmann who has proved herself a very fine actress. Vox Fluminis 5 wwfzfwiifettefi I HAVE been assured that you really do read my letters in Vox Fluminis. I am glad that it is so, and hope any message I may bring will really mean some- thing to you. l In these days of stress each one of you is, I feel, thinking much more unselfishly than you used to. You are thinking more of what you can give than of what you are likely to receive, and of what you can do to serve your country. You think that at present you cannot do a great deal, but you know that many people have sacrificed their all because they have heard the call of the spirit. Spiritual ideals are the only things that really matter. Faith in goodness, in God, in the final triumph of right-these are the ideals for which you must fight. It is diflicult for girls to realize how much it matters to the world what they are, and what ideals they hold. The character of each generation is moulded by the characters of each individual composing it. Women have a greater responsibility in this than men, because it is largely to mothers and sisters and sweethearts that men look for their ideals. What you are is far more important than what you do. The ideals which govern your own life shine through all your actions. Try honestly to base your principles on love of God and love of your fellow men, and strive to act up to your principles. Remember that the future of Canada and of the world depends on you of the coming generation. Every action, every word of yours leaves its impression. Remember, too, that you can help the morale of everyone by a spirit of friendliness and cheerfulness. The duty of cheerfulness is incumbent upon us all, for cheerfulness can help so much in moments of gloom and nervous tension. It is one of the brightest forms of self-control, for it means that have gained the power of turning your thoughts, by an act of will, from your immediate sur- roundings and your own feelings and of fixing them on the goal towards which you are pressing. If you can diffuse a spirit of cheerful loyalty among your companions, you will increase the energy and the good work, and raise the tone of the whole group with whom you are connected. Try therefore to carry strength, and courage and sympathy wherever you go. With best wishes to the Old Girls in whatever work they are doing, to you senior girls in your examinations and future plans, and to all the rest of you who will be remaining at Riverbend. Yours sincerely, J. MAY CARTER. VCDX FLUMIINIIS EDITORIAL- STAFF I Editor .......,... . ........,...., Literary Editor ...,..,... Literary Assistant ......... , Business Manager .... Advertising ,............... Activities ...... Sports ..., Humor ..,................,.......... Room Representatives: -.--..-.---..--WMARYLYN CAREY PATRICIA BERNARD -.-.,----.--..------NANCY BUSHELL ELIZABETH IRISH 5 LOIS PARKHILL ' l JACQUELINE PORTEOUS LOIS DUNBAR MCGUINNESS s EILEEN GARRIOCK l NANCY STOVEL ' Grade VII and VIII .......... ,..............,................. S HELIA SMITH Grade IX ,.,,.,,..,..,.....,....,,,. ........... D OROTHY D. MACCALLUM Grade X ,,,,,,,, ,.,,. ....,..,............,,,.............. P EG GY AULD gli .K AS THE submarines maraud the oceans, as the Stuka bombers annihilate smiling villages, as our armies struggle with death, we, too young for actual comfbat, carry on to destroy the distorted ideals which have blighted the World. Through realization that the horrors of war are the result of ignorance and greed, we understand that we must create a finer way of life. Our hardships and dangers will be many. We may be destroyed but our heritage of liberty will never perish. We shall be the foundation of a new era. These present years are confused clashes among Nationalist, Fascist, Com- munistic and Democratic ideas, which advance and recede before the mighty onslaught of power. The power of arms, national resources and industry is all important. It is our duty and privilege to supply the power which will blot out these forces which threaten our democratic way of thought. T'his year book is an appeal to all girls to present an unbre-akable front to the Fascist menace. Let each individual live up to her noblest ideals, so that we shall see the rising not the setting of the sun of Peace. - ' . . . unef0Z'A, 1943 AS IS customary, the weatherman cast aside 'his witchcraft and pre- sented a spring day to be dreamt about. The whole day was a dream, to be remembered. Graduation day to some is perhaps but an annual event but to those who are experiencing the limelight of the occasion it is one of those glowing events of a lifetime. There is, during the whole day, ex- citement enthroned in each graduate's heart, but always there steals through the melancholy thought that school days are to become but a memory. Three o'clock arrived and it found us rustling a-bout in our long white dresses, exchanging flattering remarks and deciding wewwere the best grads ever. Slowly, gracefully, one by one we took our places in the church. It was sad to think that it was the last time we would sing the school hymn as members of the school. But the words held a special mean- ing for us all as we looked ahead into --we knew not what. Mr. Martin gave to each of us a thoughtful glance at what might be our future and how to determine it. Then the prizes. The little ones Vox Fluminis 7 rushed to the front and the graduates glided up to receive their certificates. The church service was over. A garden party was held on the lawns of the school with cameras flashing and graduates swinging along in step to the band music. At last the talking and laughter thinned and the painful goodbyes had to be said. The height of the day came in the evening-a dinner party at Mrs. Joseph Harris' preceding the dance. In the drawing room of the school, radiant grads whirled about in rhythm to the music of the conventional Whirlitzer. All has to end sometime including this. It is a memory now but a radiant one. There is a pride tucked away in each of us for the dear school that is behind us. It is a comfort to know we can visit it again and see the girls who are still there-but it will never be quite the same again. B.D. Elm Pwphwf, 1943 For I dipt into the future, Far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world And all the wonder that would be For the class of '43. Elizabeth Auld--As she shaketh her knobby forefinger, infants quake under her glance. Pat Bernard- With hair askew And nourishment through, In a garret sublime She writeth a rhyme And starveth all the time. Marylyn Carey- Under a Neopolitan moon With a guitar He sits to croon, Marylyn looks up with adoring eyes And thinks of all those other guys. Nancy Complin- Busy, busy, all the day Writing, writing in her way, Never has much time for play. Cshe doesn't need it.J Doris Cook- She holds their hands, She fans their brows, She's dressed in white, Those wolves, Wow, Wow! Audrey Ferg- Smeared with oil, carrying a coil Of rope, our engineer, Runs through ye trustie old garage Calling all the males dear, Jean Gardiner- In a coffin, still and white Lay Jean out like a light. CAnd there we leave her.l Lorraine Ingram- Florida in the winter, Miami in the fall, Just a little social butterfflyb That's all. Elizabeth Irish- The men in her life were many Her acts were young and gay, But the way she drove that poor old car, Drove all her friends away. CTch, Tchlb Mildred Longstaffe- In Spain or England, Australia or New Z., Or is it just Canada, With one of the males she led? Audrey Robb- 'Twas brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe But Audrey, oblivious of all, Just sat and said Oh Babe. Kitty Rainey- Up, up, into the blue, She always obeys the Golden Rule, In the air or on the sea, That's where her heart will always be. Rosa Rayner- Holding his hand, By his bed at night, 8 Vox Fluminis There sits Rosa, ' Jean Parrish- Dressed in white. Cooling, cooling his fevered brow, That little English lad knows how! fTch!l Is it Blondie or Earl, Or Jackie or Neil, Or just some other jerk? As long as she gets a man she figures She doesn't mind the work. Eleanor South- , Fifteen children by the Zider-Zee, Betty MCGUIMSS- There lives Eleanor happy as can be, How in the heck did we get Holland in this? Oh well, it's a life of utter bliss! Betty Shiels- Present Indicative, Past Imperfect, Future Indefinite, Object Matrimony. Helen Trickey- A general in the army, A commander of the fleet, Or will it just be Harry To say Oh yes, my sweet. Ann Parkhill- Those lights and glare, Those eyes aware Of the audience. Woo Woo! That Hgweat big man With the Howers in his hand Is sure to be waiting for you. She thought he called her ffcuddiesy' Betty Leslie- And looked up with adoring eyes, But all he said was My jeep jumps puddles, Baby, what a surprise! Um ZUJI! WE, grade XI, being near our last hours, do hereby bequeath those things-such as we have. To the young 'uns who follow on, we give, first and foremost, our ink-stained class room- complete with Miss Martin and the book-case. To you we leave the drowsy hum of endless groans in study period, and the intermittent banging in the pipe at the back of the room. Flitting through the generations of newer victims, a faint echo of Marylyn's opera, whispers through the room, fol- lowed, double forty by Sergeant Mc- Guinness' bellow. Perhaps, even ten years from now, odd phrases from Kitty's speeches will appear, and, per- haps, a reincarnation of Nancy's brains in some new form. Is there an orange-blonde mop three inches long? The original I fear will soon become platinum. Poor Elizabeth, she did try to curl it. What else have we? Our pictures- the ones we won in those endless Glamour, allure, Pert and sweet, That's her line, sir, Be careful, elle est secrete. Qaacle if ticket selling contests-The geometry books on the desk. And Ann's eternal pillow in exams. Pea-green it is, with white flowers-take care of it- it may help. Also Pat's case in the corner. The one you stumble over every time you walk up the aisle. And Miss Bell's tissooos, -and Mrs. Wilson's finger- nails Cwowl. And the Bills. And the Harrys-or will we? That depends. And poor old George- Do 'ou 'ove me, George? -someone did . . . once. And all those drug-store wolves, or is there a new generation of them? There were those plays, too. The Little Princess'-the French one- Earnest-we hope you do better than we did. And Tinker's poetry, and Eleanor's I keep telling myself, and everyones Are you kidding? Poor kids-lucky kids. All those men we're leaving or did they leave us those 866 ???? And this should be left before it dies a slower death than it is now. So, little Vocium Fluminum, look after our paltry possessions. Vox Fluminis 9 HOUSE NOTES THIS year at Christmas, as is the custom, Garry, York, and Nelson donated hampers, containing food and clothing, to needy families, while Douglas provided gifts fo the Point Douglas Mission. Each member of the Houses contributed to the hampers, and two members from each House visited the families to whom the gifts were sent. The Houses are running neck to neck in the race for House Points, in order to win the coveted shield. The balance of our activities, which includes the Field Day and the Lilac Tea, are eagerly awaited by all. Several of the committees have already been chosen for the Lilac Tea. These are to arrange flowers, decorations, food, and other booths. We hope to have a large number of parents and friends attend- ing, as has been the case in former years, for the proceeds are forwarded to the Fresh Air Camp Fund. L.T., S.C., V.R., P.A. BROWNIES OUR Brown Owl's name is Mrs. Oliver. Brown Owl runs the pack with help from Tawny Owl and Six- ers. We have four sixes : The Fairies, the Pixies, the Elves and the Imps. The Sixers are Morya Smith, for the Elves, Cecily Ann Gunn, for the Pixies, Diane Johnson, for the Fairies, and Clementine McNern, for the Imps. The second sixers are Lois Mac- Donald, for the Elves, Camilla Riddell for the Pixies, Daphne Burns, for the Fairies, and Irene Koppel, for the Imps. A first sixer has two stripes, which go on the left sleeve.. A second sixer has one stripe, which also goes on the left sleeve. Some Brownies are doing first class work, some second class work, and some are working for their pins. In Brownies you have to be seven before you can get your pin. After you have it, you get a service star for every year. When you get three service Q stars and got to Guides, you get a gold star. You then work for the Golden Bar, and next for the Golden Hand. Then you are ready to fly up to Guides. The young ones who are too young for their pins are called Teeny-Weeniesf' Brownies are fun. We always look forward to our meeting on Friday afternoon. C.M. l. . i.. THE 65TH GUIDE COMPANY TIIIS year the Guides have been busy working on their war-time emer- gency service tests, and other projects. We were honoured with a visit from the secretary of the Girl Scouts of America, who gave us a very interest- ing talk on how the Girl Scouts started in the United States. Riverbend Guides participated in the fats drive held at the end of March. They also collected old toys to be re- paired and given to children for Christmas. There have been many other activi- ties too, such as the Brownie flying-up ceremony, and the song contest, which have all been very interesting and successful. All the Guides have been working hard passing tests and badges, and we hope that the results will show an even more proficient company. V.R. -1 RIVERBEND ON WHEELS EARLY in the fall a roller skating party was suggested- no sooner said than done? Anyone from Grade VII up, was allowed to come. Those coming were to meet at eight o'clock at the school. The instructions were: to bring soft drinks, and to wear what you pleased. A good crowd came, including some of the staff. When everyone had ar- rived, off we set for the roller rink. Once there, we donned skates and away! Wheels rolling could be heard on 10 Vox Flumints every side. Soon many an unganely pair of feet could be seen waving in the air, these belonged to beginners. It was a gay but quite weary crowd which gathered two hours later to re- turn to school. Our Hrst thought was food. Everyone grabbed her lunch and went to the dining-room. To help the food along, a sing-song, of all the old favorites, was conducted. The party 'broke up' at eleven-thirty and everyone went home ready for a good night's sleep. E.K. GRADE IV ON THE STAGE ON Friday, November 30, Grade IV delighted us with their presenta- tion of King John and the Abbot. The play opened wth Irene Koppel, Attend- ant. Then Courtier, Clementine Mc- Nern, announced the cruel king, Dianne Johnson, before whom all trembled ex- cept the rosy - cheeked, sagacious shepherd, Moyra Smith, who outwitted the king to save the life of his brother, a very powerful abbot, Cecily Ann Gunn. These young actresses showed exceptional dramatic ability-perhaps they will prove to be our stars of to- morrow. E.L., J.D. RIVERBEND BAZAAR ON December l, Grades V and VI held a bazaar of hand-made articles. The girls made many cute as well as useful objects, such as felt scissor- holders and pretty necklaces which sold for only a few pennies. A pair of gay ski-socks and a turtle were raffled. There was great anticipation on the part of everyone as to who would win. The total proceeds of the bazaar were sixteen dollars and forty-four cents. This money was used to buy war- savings certifiicates for the Old Folk's Home, Russian Relief, Salvation Army, Merchant Marine and Children's Aid. The latter one had been started before the bazaar and was completed by the forty-four cents. Under the direction of Miss Burns the bazaar was a great success and the use to which the girls put their money should be taken as a good example by others. B.M., E.L., J.D. FROM THE RED AND GREEN BACK T0 THE RED AND GREY ON the evening of January 8, the girls in the Senior School were the guests of Miss Carter at an after- Christmas party. Each class had an interesting skit with which to entertain the other classes. Grades VII and VIII gave sketches from Fibber McGee and Molly, and from Red Skelton Che dood itl. It seems the McGee's hall closet holds everything but the kitchen sink. The Grade IX Hill Billys complete with gaudy hairbows and patches, pre- sented a barn dance with Dorothy Mc- Callum accompaning them on the fiddle. The Berserk Radio was the Grade X's skit. The dial of the radio went from station to station, thereby mixing the dialogue so that the audience's as well as the performers' sides were soon aching. Grade XI took us to the Riverbend Rogue's Gallery. They presented, one by one, each of its inmates-the mis- tresses. This skit brought out the characteristics of our beloved staff, much to the enjoyment of all. The audience found how very intelli- gentC?D they were when they partici- pated in the Grade XII's Riverbend Quizz Program. We were wondering where all the mistresses were, when we heard a loud whoop from the lower hall. They filed into the gym imitating the girls and dressed in shorts, blouses and socks. Didn't one appear in a blazer? They played at volleyball with a few girls, having everyone rolling in the aisles with laughter at their antics. After this lively entertainment, we gathered in the dining-room to eat our lunch. This evening shall long be re- membered by the seniors. Thank you, Miss Carter. M.H. Vos: Fluminis ll STYLES OF '43 -ONE of the highlights of the school term was a Fashion Show given by the Grade XI Sewing Class. Under the direction of Miss Douglas, the girls modelled bright, corduroy suits and wool dresses matched with suitable accessories. Dickies of contrasting shades added the finishing touches to the popular shirt-waist styles. These suits and dresses were inexpensively made. In all probability, Miss Douglas may expect a large class in attendance this fall, due to the fine example shown by these girls. E.J.M., E. L.J.D. THE BEAU AND ARROW PROM ON February the twelfth, at nine- , thirty, the Riverbend Alumnae presented their annual co-ed ball. The gym was attractively decorated with red and white streamers while Danny Cupid, with his traditional bow and arrow, peeped out mischievously from various corners of the building. This year the co-ed was optional and the uniforms of His Majesty's forces mingled with the formal and informal attire of the other guests. A few dinner and coke parties were held before the dance, which added to the gaiety and excitement of all present. Our hostesses were Jean Mc- Nern, Elizabeth Irish, Jean Gardiner and Jacqueline Porteous. The clicking of the roulette-wheel and other various games of chance lured those who were fortunate enough to borrow father's pocket-book. The pleasure seekers danced to the rugged music of Herbie Brittain until the wee small hour of one o'clock. The crowd, feeling the need of a snack, dispersed to various homes and restaurants, putting the finishing touches to a very successful evening. M.L., L.I. CURRENT EVENTS OUR school days were much enlivened the last few weeks by the visits of Mrs. Owen Williams, who recently ar- rived from England. During her stay in Winnipeg she was good enough to come to Riverbend on several occasions to speak on current events. She spoke about the most important happenings of today, and impressed on us the fact that our future would depend upon the outcome of this war. In her later talks she gave us a graphic description of the change in the lives of the people of Great Britain. We appreciated her visits greatly and wish her every happiness in the future. I.R.A. 11 OUR RIVERBEND WAR EFFORT SEVERAL Tuesdays in the fall people were surprised to see Riverbend stu- dents marching down the street. These were our frequent route marches which were part of our cadets. Grades VII to XII joined the cadets and several officers from the C.W.A.C.,s came to instruct us. After Christmas we decided that we would do more to help the war effort, and our Tuesday afternoon knitting meetings began. The Red Cross sent us wool, which we knit into socks, wash-cloths, helmets and babys, sweat- ers. If stitches were dropped or girls became entangled in their wool, Miss Carter was always there to help us out. Everyone enjoyed these meetings immensely, and several bundles of knitted articles were returned to thc Red Cross. . A.K. LIBRARY NOTES THIS year has been a very profitable one for our library. With the library funds we bought several excit- ing mysteries. The shelves have been filled to capacity by generous donations of books made by Mrs. McIntyre and Miss Helen Palls. To them and many of the gifts we wish to express our thanks. It seems that the majority of girls tak- ing out books are between Grades III and VI. How about some support from the senior school?! Remember, the library is yours. So, use it! H.T. and J.P., The Librarians. 12 Vox Fluminis TEACHERS' NOTES THEREI once was a LITTLE lady with a great big smile, and we all know that smiles are PRICEless Cand so is Mrs. Priceb. If you smile nicely enough, you'll get a JOB IN the office Cbut we've already got onel. However, if we don't SMARTIN up you WILL SOON get tired of this jabberwacky and won't REID further. But if any- one BURNS these notes we won't CART'ER away, so keep on trying for Auld LAING Syne and perhaps some- day they will ring a BELL in your memory-of DOUGLAS fir desks, and of Mrs. MUNROE who has the key to every locker except Davey JONES! But before we conclude we must not be KO C so if you're not on the beamh BOLD as to forget Mrs. BARKER. So with a farewell flourish we will cast away our pens for another year. BOARDERS' NOTES Riverbend boarders of '42 and '43 Industriously work in perfect harmony. Vera, Marj and Lillian and June Enjoy riotous life in the bubble room. Rowena and Ellen at the end of the hall, Bounce on their beds 'till the matron's call. Evelyn, Marie, Daphne and Joan Never weary of using the phone. Diane, Joseie, Gail and Irene, But for their noise the halls are serene. On the next floor the bookworms we see, Amidst leafy trees we find Valery, Rosa and Peggy and Tinker nearby, Doris and Margie share a room high. Eileen and Kaye with dusters are busy Rubbing their mops until we are dizzy. Songs from happy Penny ring, Or.June tinkers with seeds and string. Forth from their room burst Audrey and Jean '4 Marilyn's after them--it's plain to be seen 2 and one add up to three A trio gay--Anne, Lois, Nancy. Now the air-force claims Goldie Manng Dorothy and Cecily have left our clan. '4-getting not our joys and sorrows, 3-score years, into the morrows. ' N.B. 8c J.McC. PREFECTS' NOTES Riverbend School To those who follow-on: It's always hard to say goodbye to those things that have grown dear to you. But as the best things in life en- dure, so will these remain with us. Feeling this way about our school, we write to you who are fortunate enough to remain, to those who will enter in the fall and to the six who replace us on the bench. To you will come, one day the realization of how much your school has given you. It has given friendship, happiness, a broader out- look on life and perhaps a few heart- aches. But on this foundation we must do our bit to build a better world. There are so few today who enjoy the privileges which you have known, that you should make the most of every opportunity. When your turn comes to graduate and step out into life, you will be able to spread to others the benefits provided by your school. But in order to get the most out of the years at Riverbend, you should put all you have into your work and sports. Support the school, for there is none better. For as our graduation approaches, we really appreciate Riverbend and our life here. As prefects we have had the great privilege of leading this school in all its activities and of receiving the loyalty and co-operation of the staff and yourselves. We are more than grateful for your backing. Without it our job would have been tedious and unsatisfying, but because of it our tasks have given only pleasure. So as we leave this life behind us, we look with confidence to you who follow in. Yours is a great privilege, a promising opportunity. Stick by the grey and red, for these colours will never fail you. With every good wish for the future, The Prefects, 1942-43. i X s 08 f 14 Vox Fluminis Glafu flfalea WHY IS GRADE TWELVE DUMB? GRADE twelve is dumb because Dumbo is an elephant. Elephants have big feet. Big feet belong to the R.A.F. The R.A.F. like Eileen if I lean I am weak. There are seven weaks in our class. Marj plays classical music. Music is an art, and June is good in art. 'Earts are easily broken.: Anne is often broke. Annie - body can ask questions. Questions be- gin with what Nancy always says what Watt invented the steam en- gine. Jean blows off steam. Steam makes things pop. Lois' cuff-links al- ways popping. Pop is a drink at the drug store. Grade twelve is always at the drug store and that is why Grade twelve is dumb. iii- GRADE XI CLASS NOTES The Nine o'Clock Jump Elizabeth Auld--Sophisticated Lady lwell, not all the time!J Pat Bernard-Gee, but I Hate to Go Home Alone. CWe know how you feel.D Marylyn Carey-Snootie Little Cutie. CYou ain't kiddin'.D Nancy Complin-As Time Goes By. CNot a darn thing happensj Doris Cook--Looky, Looky, Looky, Here Comes Cookie. Audrey Ferg-Home on the Range. CAnd we don't mean the kitchen stove.D Jean Gardiner--Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair. Lorraine Ingram-Time on My Hands. CWell, he keeps saying he works nights.D Elizabeth Irish-Three Dreams. CHoard- ing, isn't she?D Betty Leslie-Taking a Chance on Love. CWho doesn't?b Mildred Longstaffe-The Same Old Story. CWell, maybe he's a steady.J Betty McGuinness-Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? CWell, she's got one at home.D Ann Parkhill--The Song of India. CHurry home.D Jean Parrish-When the Lights Go On Again-flf they ever do.D Kitty Rainey-My Silent Love. CWhat else could he be'?J Rosa Rayner-Rosie the Riveter. CAt least she's patriotic.D Audrey Robb-Lover, Come Back to Me. CNot so fast!! Betty Shiels--The Song My Saddle Sings. CTake it off.D Eleanor South-Black Magic. CShe keeps 'em in the dark.J Helen Trickey-Don't You Roll Those Big Blue Eyes. Miss Martin-Wishing. CFor the day when everyone is going to graduate. GRADE X CLASS NOTES Mary Macfarlane, No. 6l413-Glamor- ous hair cut, tall, dark and bored. Wanted: for attempting to turn hobo and hop a train for Toronto. Reward: A one-way ticket to Sing- Sing. Daphne Pieper, No. A. 71722-School- girl complexion. Last seen horsing around Riverbend. Wanted: For ruining the King's English. Jackie Porteous, No. 31652-Hair blond or brunette, depends on the week. Wanted: For mistaking wolves for friends when she forgot her glasses. Reward: Two broken lenses. Gladys Robinson, No. 61113-'Beefy'. Wanted: For hoarding scotch. Reward: One Czechoslovakian. Donalda Murdoch, No. 42000-Five ft. two and a half inches of 'wet wash? Wanted: For stealing a laundry bag. Reward:A dollars worth of laundry. Lois Parkhill, No. 61815-Last seen lugging her lunch-can on a road where lugs were prohibited. Wanted: For instance. Reward: One slightly beat out 'am sandwich. Joan Clegg, No. B. 71'722-Five ft. six inches, brown hair, blue eyes. Last seen at the dentist. Wanted: For conserving metal. Vox Fluminis l5 Reward: One metal plate with elastic bands. Nancy Stovel, No. 61055-Last seen causing a disturbance by laughing in Grade X room. Wanted: For laughing at one of Miss Martin's jokes. Reward: One pre-war, slightly-used bobby-pin. Jill Riddell, No. 33089--Last seen in the Gym. Wanted: For borrowing. Reward: A rubber, a pencil and those long lost running shoes. Marjorie Love, No. 62641-Last seen Shimmying on Portage and Main. Wanted: For a little while. Reward: One used gas coupon. Marion Hambly, No. 401121-Last seen giggling with fellow cronies in cook- ing class. Wanted: For telling certain people her brother was madly in love with them. Reward: One set of tin dishes, after the war. Sherry Carruthers, No. 49195-Descrip- tion, unprintable. Wanted: For stealing port. Reward: Obviously. Jean Brown, No. 401425--Jeanie with the jet black hair. 'Wantedz For hindering the war effort by tripping on metal blades. Reward: Free ticket to the carnival, if you want to go! Valery Rayner, No. 71722-Five ft. two and half inches of brainy weather. Last seen: Studying Mrs. Wilson's nail polish. Wanted: For monopolizing Peggy. Reward: A free Geometry lesson. Joyce Stewart, No. 72714-Five ft. six and half inches and long fingers that can get in our money bank easily. Wanted: For petty larceny Cas treas- urer of Grade X she skipped off with the fundsl. Reward: Keep Joyce, but give us back the funds. Marie McCrimmon, No. 71722-Chorus girl legs. Last seen on the Trail of the Lonesome Pine. Wanted: To be a detective. Reward: One bottle of pine bath oil. Peggy Auld, No. D. 71722-Five ft. six and one-quarter inches of sunshine. Last seen: Bending over the class notes. Wanted: For possessing a scratchy pen. Reward: A pen. Margaret Jamieson, No. 45216-Five ft. five and ninety-nine one hundredths inches tall, blond hair. Last seen air conditioning Grade X room. Wanted: For stuffing her feet in size 13 shoes. Reward: One broken nail. Louise Trewitt, No. 401478--Descrip- tion-Your guess is as good as ours. She hasn't visited the school lately. Wanted: For flashing service pins and also defrauding the males. Reward: Her latest snapshot taken at the age of two months. Mrs. Wilson, No. 24280-Five ft. six inches, grey eyes, dimples, usually creates a long low whistle from the gallery. Wanted: For not giving us a chance with men. Reward: Finders keepers--!! 'GRADE IX CLASS NOTES D. MacCallum. Ah me, the time has come again, For poems such as this. Next year we nines will be grade tenC?l And end this year of bliss. Gail Graham is our president. A quick and lively lass, And peace for us is her intent, But goodness, what a class. Then Shirley Swail, or Baby Snooks, As we all call her now, Because poor Snookie's adding looks As if she'd not learned how. Roberta with her Colgate smile, Has plans to take up law, We see the jury at her trial With faces filled with awe. Rowena Owen, has a voice, And one we like to hear. The songs she sings are of the choice That's pleasing to the ear. 16 Vox Fluminis Now Ellen is a brainy one, And stands in front with A. She studies well, her work is done, And still is bright and gay. Those eyes! That hair! Her teeth, oh boy! Would fill a laddie's heart with joy. That dazzling smile that never fades, And yet Eve passes all her grades. Now Grace is just a whiz at Maths, Although she finds French trying. She helps to brighten up the class, At home, the boys she's eyeing. Our Lillian is a worker true, On that we all admit. She studies hard her work to do, And still Hnds time to knit. A dream for Isy is the lab. Disecting bugs, she'll do, But male technicians she will nab, For we know Isy too. As Miss Mclnnis left our class To go into the navy, We have Miss Bell, who hopes we pass, And we think we will, maybe. The number named so far is nine, The black sheep yet remains, Her humor starts the morning fine, But leaves the class in pains. 6 CLASS NOTES OF GRADES VII 8z VIII We know what we are, but not what we may be. Gwen-Content to follow when we lead the way. Carol-Romance at short notice is her specialty. Sigrid-And singing a beautiful song. Vera-I stirred the fire to flame. Bubbles-She's neither here nor there. Sheelagh-All at once but not at first Joan-Snug in my easy chair. Mercedes-All things have rest, Mary-She sat with her hands 'neath her dimpled cheeks. Sheila-Sail on, sail on and on. Marie-Fancies, fugitive and fair. Ruth-Tis too late to seek a newer world. Marjory-I salute your gracious high- ness. Lorna-She blushed and stood up. Mary B.-A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk. Mary M.-Sighing and whispering still. Eula-Hers are the quiet steps of dawn. Virginia-I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. Miss Douglas-I remember, I remem- ber! fi his 'D Vox Fluminis 17 af W st' bi 'U . I A 9 as ilu' JUG' THERE he was battling against the waves. Just a mile more, he thought, and I'l1 make shore. His strokes were getting weaker. He could hardly lift his arms. The beach was only a few yards away. His last efforts were too much. He began to grow dizzy. Then his head began to swim and carried him to shore. 'k Examinations are formidable even to those best prepared, for the greatest fool may ask more than the wisest man can answer. 'A' Clerk Cat bookstorel-This book will do half your work for you. Daphne Peiper-Great! I'1l take two. i Frances White - Busily searching under a lamp-post is met by Vera Cook. Vera-What are you looking for? Frances-A quarter I lost a block back. Vera-Well, what are you looking around here for? Frances-It's lighter here! 'R Nora: I think Jack must have a lot of untidy officers in his regiment. Betty: What makes you think that? Nora: Well, he often writes and tells me that he had to clean up the Officers' Mess again. If all the women went to China to play bridge, where would the men be? Answer-Peeking. 'A' No, said the storekeeper, I donlt want any slot machines that involves gambling. These,,' replied the salesman earn- estly, are not gambling devices. The customer hasn't a chance. 'A' Doctor-Has there ever been insanity in your family? Mrs. Laing-Well, my husband thinks hels boss. ' uk Employer: 'tSurely Miss Hodgson, you know the King's English. Penny H.: Of course, whoever said he wasn't. Sl' Have you heard about the patriotic worm who tried to join the apple core? 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As well as games such as badminton, volleyball, and basketball, the girls also obtained exercise by gymnastics and apparatus. The apparatus work was new to many girls but they seemed enthusiastic and were eager to learn. This year Riverbend certainly achieved a high standard. Although we lost a few games, we won many too. But it didn't matter whether we won or lost wc gained experience by both. Before closing I take this opportunity to give Three Cheers to Mrs. Kobold for her patience and interest in all our sports activities. Also I wish to thank the staff and the girls for their complete co-operation. To Nancy Complin I wish to extend a special vote of thanks from the school as well as myself, for her originality in producing the school yell: We stand for the right! We fight a clean fight! In work or in play We show them the way. We all pull together No matter the weather, We love and obey, The red and the grey- Riverbend! Riverbend! Rip! Rah! 'Rayl BASKETBALL RIVERBE1NDiE.R-S are always very proud of their school. This year they are especially pleased with the basketball teams which have brought such crowning success to the school's name. We would like to take this op- portunity to extend to Mrs. Kobold and our teams, our most sincere appre- ciation and many thanks for their suc- cessful efforts. This year a new system of basketball teams has been introduced in the school. Many of the girls who were not quite ELEANOR SOUTH, Sports Captain. able to make the first or second teams, were keenly disappointed and consequently a new team, the third senior, was formed. This means that Riverbend now has four exciting teams, the first, second and third senior, and the junior teams. After four on Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights, the girls practised faithfully under the excellent coaching of Mrs. Kobold. These hard practices and the keen co-operation of the teams resulted in thrilling success. A.P. 20 Vox Fluminis VOLLEYBALL IN September Riverbend for the first time entered the Inter-High School Volleyball League. This was the begin- ning of our second year of Volleyball. Although we were not yet experienced players, we enjoyed some very exciting games. We played schools from all over the city and even managed to win a few games from them. Altogether this Volleyball year has been a success- ful and encouraging one and we hope that we shall do even better next year. P.A. BADMINTON THIS year a lot of the girls entered the Badminton Doufbles Tournament which was held in the gym on Tuesday afternoons. The tournament was a complete success with many a hard- fought battle. The girls have been very enthusiastic about Badminton this year and there have been lots of good games. All the girls from Grade III up play Badminton. Every one of us has a grand time, up there in the gym, sloshing the bird around. J.R. SWIMMING THIS year, much to the disappoint- ment of the Riverbend girls, our swimming season was shorter than usual, beginning in September and end- ing when the winter months began. However we accomplished much in the way of diving, learning the differ- ent swimming strokes, and racing. We are hoping that the keen interest in this sport among the girls will make it possible to continue this spring. S.S. TENNIS WE BAG the tennis court! This was a continual contest between the boarders and the day pupils. Indeed the court was in great de- mand during the first term of this year. Many of the girls rode to school early to play a few games before school started. Others remained after school hours to play. During the summer months those un- lucky few who had to remain in the city, came and played. A special vote of thanks must be extended to Alex who kept up the court, enabling us to get many hours of enjoyment. The tennis court is definitely an asset to Riverbend. It gives an excellent op- portunity to all the pupils. Now that summer is approaching we shall once again get out the sun tan oil, the freckle cream, and the sun glasses, to wend our way to the tennis court. L.I., E.S. FIELD SPORTS IT' IS not until the last term that field sports play an important part in the school life. At recess, noon, and even after school, the girls are busy dragging out the jumping standards, and then ge-tting prepared to glide gracefully over the top. The younger ones can be seen tum- bling and running back and forth across the lawn, with happy faces. Also archery starts again, and the girls try to see how many times they can hit the white ring on the target at least. Some girls even manage to get a bull's-eye now and then. The girls are all looking forward to a very successful sports day, and each girl hopes that her house will be vic- torious. J.G. Vox Fluminis 21 wwf RETREAT RUTSSIANS preparing to attack. Fifty tanks. Blow up vehicles. Attempt retreat across Don. Three trucks. Twenty grey-clad sol- diers. Two machine guns. Four rounds of ammunition. Three hand grenades. Attempt retreat across Don. Motors buzzing. Three grey trucks alongside of each other. The sound of men running. A blinding flash. The earth shaking. Eighteen men. Two hand grenades. Schneider's company ready, Sir? An emergency group of tanks and heavy arms had been formed to lead the German column for the break through. Down the road towards the Don they fought through ceaseless Russian attacks. In miserable cold they moved back, sleeping on roads when they could-living in the hope that the bridge had not been destroyed. At last, the Don! The bridge was still there! Across it they retreated, blowing it up after them. The Russians still pushed ahead .... November twenty-seventh. The Ger- mans were three miles beyond the Russians .... Four hours halt on the road. Major Schneider killed in the last clash, Sir. Ten men left. Von Rheimer in command, Sir. Wearily he picked his way through the sprawling men. Some were asleep all ready, he noticed. He would not be able to sleep. He had no desire to sleep. He needed quietness - peace. But not the peace of sleep. He looked about for some place where he could be alone for a time. The men were all crowded together: in among the tanks. The ground was bare - any trees had long ago been hewn down. There was no place -- except a deserted farmhouse, some five hundred yards away. Dare he risk it? . . . He darted out towards it through the dusk. Von Rheimer in command, Sir? The door, hanging crazily open on its one hinge, was banging in the wind. He crept through, and closed it care- fully after him. Three and one half hours of solitude. At last, a little peace. He looked about him. It was almost dark-too dark to see anything clearly. He felt in his pocket for his flashlight. Gone, of course. The last clash had been terrible. But, he must have some matches somewhere. Yes, here they were. He struck one, and looked around the room. It was thick with dust and obviously had not been lived in for some time. It was the ordinary kind of farmhouse kitchen-the place where you cook and eat-and sit. In one corner there was an old iron stove, and beside it, a table. Over there . . . the match went out. Best not to strike another, he thought. Not sup- posed to show light. 'Von Rheimer in command, Sir., He groped his way over to a chair he had seen in one corner, and sat down on it heavily. Van Rheimer in command, Sir. Von Reimer in com- mand, Sir.!! The words sounded end- lessly in his ears. Of what was Von Rheimer in command?-Von Rheimer the pacifist in command of a company. Kurt von Rheimer, who was not even in control of himself. Kurt von Rheim- er who ran away from his column to be alone. Kurt von Rheimer, who - he buried his head in his hands, and sat there sobbing quietly for a few moments. Then he nervously lit a cigarette. Luxury. His eyes had become more accustomed to the darkness, now, and he could make out some of the objects standing in the room. Yes, there was a stove-a table-a large basin above it --to wash the dishes in, likely. Such poverty! . . . Yet, in Germany. . . . He continued in his scrutiny. There was a large cupboard above the stove- dishes, probably-and beside it, a door leading into another room. Across from him, another chair, and a shabby sofa stood dejectedly. The door, a window beside it, and the chair on 22 Vox Flufminis which he sat, on the fourth wall. It would be a homelike place in peace- time, he thought. Plain, but homelike. He went through the door by the cupboard into the next room. It was a bedroom of sorts-probably the farm- er's own. There was a large bed, a chair, a clear space on the wall with nails in it-presumably for clothes-a washstand-The washstand! He walk- ed towards it. Yes!-there was a violin leaning against it. He snatched it up eagerly-lovingly. He had not held one for over a year. There must be a bow someplace near . . . no, not by the wash- stand-not on the chair. He ran into the kitchen-no, not there, where? There had been a trap door in the bed- room with a ladder leaning through the opening. Up it he climbed, the violin still under his arm. A loft. Probably the children slept here. The bow was lying on a little table stand- ing beneath a skylight. He perched on the table, and drew the bow experimentally across the strings. It was very out of tune, of course-and very dusty. He took out his pocket handkerchief, and cleaned it off. Ten minutes later he had it tuned as well as he could. He played a few bars of the Horst Wessel song, then stopped angrily. Not tonight. This was the time for Beethoven-or Brahms -or, best of all, Schubert. He looked above through the broken panes of glass in the skylight. The sky was lit with stars - myriads of diamonds. twinkling in a velvet eternity. What was that song of Schubert's? Du bist die Ruhg der Friede mild - my peace thou art, thou art my rest. He played it over softly on the violin. His hands had grown stiff, and he began halting- ly. Yet, the song had a wild beauty- Schubert's immortal notes rang through the Russian night. The stars shone silently in the sky. Dies Augenzelt von deinem Glanz, allein es hellt, O fiill es ganz. a'i The song-the violin--the night-all made him think of Vienna--the Vienna that he loved. His father had taken him and his brother, Karl, there with him, when they had been very small. He, a solemn, imaginative little boy, had become enchanted with the gaiety -the laughter-and, most of all, the music, in that place, where, more than anywhere else, musicians meet. His father, seeing that he had talent, had given him a violin, and had sent him to good teachers. He had pro- gressed rapidly, and had dreamed of the time when he could return to Vienna-a musician. He and his brother, however, true to the Von Rheimer tradition, had been enrolled in a military academy when they were twelve. A musical career was impossible. In 1940, on the road to Russia, his company had passed through Vienna. The city was black in the night-there was no longer laughter, nor music- and the streets were patrolled by skulking Nazi storm-troopers. The con- trast had been sickening. That was one of the reasons why he hated war so-it killed music-and laughter, and here. in Pussia, it killed the fields of grain-it marred the beauty of the landscape-it drowned out the song of the birds--it killed the song in people's hearts. There was another reason-a personal one. He re- sented anything military. His father, one of Hitler's earliest followers, had been but a name in his home for many years-the Party was always first with him. Then, too, his mother had joined the Women's Secret Service ten years ago. Kurt had been fourteen at the time-a boy of fourteen-with his home broken up because of a military regime. Ah, yes, war was cruel. It was in- human. His brother gone-his best friend gone .... He laid the violin down quietly, and stared up at the stars. Du bist die Ruhf'-My perfect peace. Yes, peace was what he needed-but was there perfect peace?-was-there-perfect- peace? P E A C E. Peace in the sky- Peace in the farmhouse-Peace in the silence. Soon-pehaps it this very spot, there would be another battle. The night would be marred-the velvet sky would be marred and broken - by shells-by battle smoke-by blood. The peace-the silence-would die. No birds would sing - no people would laugh Vox F luminis 23 here again. No violin would play here again. Du bist die Ruh! Half an hour. Half an hour!-then-retreat-- Retreat to what?-not to peace-but to battle-savage battle-cruelty-noise. . . . He shuddered. Half an hour. Something snapped in his brain-one hand grenade! He ran to the trap door -down the ladder-out into the night. Du bist die Ruiz! Hand grenate! HAND GRENADE! All sleeping. All silent. He crept over to a tank. Hand grenate! He snatched it and ran back. All crowded together-herded together like a bunch of animals. Perfect peace. He hum- med the song silently under his breath to give himself courage. Now! . . . pin out . . . he threw the grenade into their midst, and flung himself to the ground. The whole earth shook. There was a blinding light-one horrible, peace- rending explosion. Then silence - silence. I Kurt lay still. He was wounded un- bearably in the back. Von Rheimer in command, Sir, he mimicked. Von Rheimer in command - of perfect peace. He slowly raised himself, and then dragged his body almost back to the house. Exhausted-suffering-he lay there, under the stars. No, that peace would not b-e broken again. He smiled crookedly. Du bist die Ruhli' he breathed, and then lay still. . . . The last strains of an old violin whispered in the peace, and rose up to the stars through the night. Then all was silent. Pat Bernard, Grade XI, Douglas Hall. Clear light that on my soul doth shine, still let it shine for thee alone. - LITTLE BLACK SAMBO Little Black Sambo one day Went out in the forest to play, Mother Sambo said, What's gone to dat head? Youse father done said the best place for youse to be is right in dat bed. But Little Black Sambo no heed did he PHY, To what his mother was trying to say. Ise been all right, Little Sambo he said, If Mr. Bear gets youse wish youse was dead, And then you'll be happy to gets to dat bed. He walked for a while Maybe even a mile, Then sat down on a log, The trees were all round Some low on the ground As he dreamed there 'long a bog. In his dream it did seem He saw Mr. Bear look at him square As he dreamed his dream on the log. Then Little Black Sambo began to run Not even looking behind, Til he saw Mrs. Sambo sitting right in the sun That was he delighted to find, Oh Mamma Sambo I'se comin' back, 'Tll neve' go der no moh. But into bed he quickly did hop And stayed there you may be sure. June Baker, Grade VI, Nelson House. ...1..ll -11 A WISH I wish I was a sailor, And I'd sail to sea, 'When I came home again Oh, what a welcome then would be. I'd sail across the seven seas, And have a lot of fun, But I'd be back and safe abed, At the setting of the sun. Diane Johnson, Grade IV, York Hall. ,i....l SPRING The spring is coming, never fear, Bluebirds soon will be here, In spite of all the snow and cold, Spring is always so Very bold. Susanne Chester, Grade II, Douglas Hall. ? VT W 5 as On 9 DRIFTING silently downwards, they came in a long procession. Some were like fairy wings, thin as gossam- er, others, wisps of mist, with little pin-prick lights twinkling in them. Many were beautiful, with smooth shapes and soft colors. One was awhirl with murky mauves and moon- stones. Here, a wee elfin shape skip- ped in and out of the wierdly moving troop, there, a moon-beam goblin pranced in rhythm with its fellow monsters. Gruesome forms of green slime quiv- ered and shivered, under and through all the other beautiful, stately and mysterious beings. Some had red sequins glimmering in their backs, others, purple and green lights as if from nowhere. Many large, grotesque horrors with misshapen figures, and hollows deep as fiery fathoms flared around them. F , ' 1' no EW S .xi l S Ffh 6 QQ X Every once in a while one dropped out, floated up, up away, toward the back of the moon, and vanished. There seemed always to be a whispering of sweet violins, together with the distant droning of a million bees. This ghostly procession gave one the feeling of uncertainty and mystery. 011 and on they came, in a never-ending stream. Dawn was breaking and be- ginning to light the eastern sky. The mysterious dreams were fading, as stars do towards dawn. Suddenly the sun burst over the horizon. All that was left, a mist cling- ing to the pine needles on the floor of the wood, swaying to and fro with the breeze. Slowly it floated up, up and away into the firmament. So did the dreams go to other places to give more people visions of the mysteries of subconscious thought. June L. McCrae, Grade XII, Garry Hall. X . X a L5 X, Vox Fluminis 25 A DANGEROUS TASK MISS Cathy, your father would like to see you in the library! Thank you, Pillingsf' As Cathy laid down her book she had a premoni- tion that the coming interview with her father was to be of great im- portance. The conferences in the library always were, but little did she know what this one had in store for her. She rapped lightly upon the library door. A deep, stern, but kindly voice answered, Come in! Cathy slowly opened the door to see her father pac- ing the rug before the large, open fire-place. Lord Mainwaring was a tall, elderly gentleman of stately physique. His stern, handsome face, now lined by the passing of time, was softened by the deep-set, dark blue eyes. This man, who could be so kind, yet so harsh, so friendly, yet so stern, whose appear- ance anywhere caused a commotion, was the intelligence of the House of Commons. Cathy knew and realized how impor- tant her father was to her country in such times of trouble and tribulations, when war was apt to be declared at any moment against a ruthless, cruel enemy. She did not begrudge her be- loved England the time he spent on state affairs, which should have been spent on her-a motherless, only child. Cathy could see that something was wrong. Her father's face was sterner than ever before, his eyebrows were closely knit, and his thin lips were set in a narrow, tight line. He motioned her to sit down. Cathy, he began, I have a very grave proposition to make to you. It is a favour I would ask of no mortal, if it were not for our country's sake. It is extremely dangerous and might possibly mean death. That is why I cannot ask another man's daughter. His voice trembled with emotion as he con- tinued, You have always wanted to be an actress. Now the time has come when you can act the most difficult, cunning, dangerous part ever given to player on stage or screen! You remember well, Baron von Shreck, his wife and his son, Kurt, with whom you spent the summer, at the age of ten? These people, I am afraid, we can no longer call our friends. He and all his family are now very power- ful members of Hitler's Nazi party. Our secret agents over in Germany have asked us to send someone over to keep a very close watch on him. This can only be done by establishing someone in his household. To send someone in as a servant is definitely out of the question, as the Baron makes sure they are all Nazi sympathizers before hiring them. The only way I could think of to solve this problem was to send you over as a guest. We are still quite good friends and keep in touch with one another occasionally. I have never told them that you recovered com- pletely from your illness. I shall write and tell him that you had a relapse and the doctor has ordered you to go to Southern Ger- many. He cannot very well refuse, since last time you improved so much after the visit at their place. It will be very dangerous, but you will have your own nurse who will help you. I wish to God I didn't have to ask you this, but if you feel that you are not capable of carrying out this mission, say so and I shall try and find some other solution. I have great confidence in you, Cathy, and feel that you can and will do it. Yes, father, I'll do it willingly. There is nothing I would not do for our country and especially for you? A tall, fair-haired young man stepped onto the platform and made his way through the milling crowd, as the toy- like train puffed its way into the over- crowded station of Rosenheim and jerked to a standstill. Distinguishable among the rest in his colourful sports jacket and riding togs, he carefully 'watched each person disembarking from the coaches. He rushed forward eagerly as a slim, pale, beautifully tailored figure, supported by a middle- aged woman, emerged from the train. 26 Vox Fluminis Catherine Mainwaring! For a moment Cathy did not realize whom the speaker was. Glancing up she met the welcoming gaze of a pair of friend- ly, hazy, blue eyes. As she took in the clear-cut features, the firm chin, the high, smooth forehead and long Roman nose, she recalled the countenance of a childhood companion. Kurt von Shreck! I am afraid I did not recognize you at first! I think I should remember you any- where, Catherine. Together they laughed and as they did so, Cathy wondered if all that she had heard about the Germans was true. This young man was no different to the thousands of youths in England. Or was he? Perhaps their ability to mask the truth had enabled the Germans to get where they were. But how could such brutality be disguised? Surely her father was mistaken and these people did not belong to Hitler's regime--at least, not Kurt! Cathy had never received such a warm welcome as she had this time, at the old barronial hall of Baron von Shreck. She was shown to a suite of rooms on the eastern side of the mansion, overlooking a large field, alive with deer and rabbits. Everything was peaceful and quiet, the river babbled across the grounds, the gentle breezes rustled the leafy trees, the birds called back and forth to one another among the shrubs. Cathy passed most of her days lying in a deck chair out in the garden. Miss Forsythe, her nurse, stayed within ear- shot. From time to time she received visits from the Baron and his wife. Kurt drove her around the countryside in his glistening, ultra-modern station- wagon. When Cathy was feeling better, they took their lunches with them and had picnics under the trees along the roadside. Kurt often read to her, with his slightly accented, well-modulated voice. Cathy enjoyed and longed for such days as these. As the weeks and then the fortnights flew by, Cathy realized that something must be done. Already the length of time she had intended to stay was past. She must go home, she could not over- 7 stay her Visit too much, or the Baron would get suspicious. But deep down in Cathy's heart she knew that she did not want to return to England. There was a strange feeling, that, do what she might, was unconquerable and from time to time surged up in her. Slowly but stealthily it had drawn her into its grasp and now, as she tried to tear it out of her mind, her heart, her soul, its strong, iron, claws clutched her more firmly. At first she had been unable to analyse this strange, weird sensation. But one day it came upon her suddenly. She was lolling under the warm rays of an August sun, dreaming of the past, thinking and wondering about the future, when she heard upon the mosaic steps, descending into the rose garden, the well-known tread of a welcome visitor. Down, Pootles! Cathy's heart skipped a beat as the laughing, care- free voice broke the silence of the still afternoon. Kurt appeared outside the door to the rose-arbour. And how is my Sleeping Beauty this fine summer's afternoon? See, I have brought the Beasts to amuse you for a while! Mm! much better, now that Prince Charming has arrived. Though Cathy was joking, she realized that what she had said was somewhat true and she tried not to admit it to herself. You know, Kurt, I believe I could walk about the garden for a few minutes this afternoon. My back is much better today. Fine, Cathy! I am so pleased to hear it, and as he spoke he stretched out his strong arms to help her to her feet. They walked through the garden, arm in arm, speaking only now and then to remark upon the extraordinary beauty or colouring of some rose. As they wandered here and there, the realism of that strange, Aunquenchable feeling, which Cathy had sensed, came to her. Now she knew the truth, the awful truth! She was in love with Kurt Shreck. Yes, in love with Kurt Shreck! Kurt Shreck the son of a deadly enemy of her country, and he, himself for all she knew, might also Vox Fluminis 27 be. Cathy was stunned by the discovery she had just made. She felt weak and wobbly. She must get to a chair. The bench under the old, oak tree was just in front of them. Kurt could feel the arm about his tighten, he looked at Cathy's face, shades paler than a few minutes ago, he saw her trembling all over. Cathy, Cathy darling! What is the matter? I think you had better rest for a while. He helped her onto the bench. Cathy smiled faintly, I'll be all right now. She became aware of the strong arm about her, that still sup- ported her. She was thinking how firm and dependable that arm would always be, always there to lean upon in times of trouble and despair. As Kurt slowly drew her towards him, she forgot that he was a German, and she a Britisher, she forgot her task set her by her father, she forgot everything as his lips met hers, as his eyes looked into hers, in this joyful, never-to-be-for- gotten moment. That night Cathy was unable to sleep. Throwing a loose cloak about her shoulders, she carefully descended the massive, oaken stair-case into the hall, and from there escaped into the gentle breezes of the cool, silent night. Keep- ing to the shadows, she walked along the sandy path that led to the orchard. The soft breezes blew the clouds out of her mind, enabling her to think more clearly. After the afternoon's episode, she must leave here. She could not let herself become more entangled with Kurt than she was. But how could she leave, without her mission being com- pleted first? That would be as great a crime as deserting one's post. Cathy's mind was a whirlpool of problems. Should she stay and let herself and Kurt fall more deeply in love with each other? And if she did, could she gain the necessary information that hitherto she had been unable to get? Or, should she go home, giving up Kurt, and admitting to herself and her father that she was unsuccessful? Unable to decide upon a reasonable answer, she retraced her steps back to the house. As she passed the library, she noticed the open French doors. Hesitating whether to go in that way, low, guttural Voices were wafted to her from inside by the night winds. She stopped still in her steps. This must be done for the Nazi party! Cathy recognized the deep, sonorous voice of Baron von Shreck. Her father was right after all! I Cathy stepped nearer to the open door, but remained well in the shadows, crouched against the wall. The voices ceased. In a few moments the silence was penetrated by the Baron. Your plans are these, you will go from here to Munich. T'here you will board the clipper and arrive at Croydon. This air-port is thirty-three miles from London. Go to London by taxi, some place in the city change your taxis, get out at Charing Cross and from there walk to your destina- tion. Here the Baron stopped. To Cathy, waiting in the shadows, a second was an eternity. To whom was he speaking? The voices resumed, Have you got that firmly fixed in your mind? Here is the important part. K forty-six is in the Glover Building on Oxford Street. His office is situated on . . . The door blew shut. Cathy crept out of the shadows. Gently taking the latch between her fingers, she lifted it up slowly and pushed the door open, emitting a tiny streak of light. A heavy footstep fell upon the floor. Cathy jumped back into the shadows. She waited, flat against the wall . . . but nothing happened! no one came. Once again she heard the voices. These plans are the most vital ever laid by the Nazi powers. You shall leave for Munich the day after to- morrow. You MUST NOT FAIL to deliver them! Yes, father. I will NOT fail! Kurt! Cathy trembled with fear and excitement. She made for the side entrance into the mansion. Quickly and quietly she opened the door, then sped along the gloomy halls, up the carpeted stairs and into the safety of her own room. If anything arises, write out on a small slip of paper, in as few words as possible, the information you have 28 Vox Fluminis learned. Go to the Schrossenburg Antique Shop and ask for 'Der Froft' by the artist Herr Luchenstein. A little old man will wait upon you. When no one is watching, hand him the paper. The words of her father re- peated themselves over and over in Cathy's mind. Kurt, Kurt! Why must it be you! Why could not it have been someone else? As Cathy kissed Kurt good-bye, she realized that no-one else would fill his place in her heart. She knew that she would never conquer her love for him, that she would be like a shell for the remainder of her life, devoid of the one thing that made life worth living. Cathy, my child, Cthough now I am able to call you a child no longerb I am proud of you! Very proud of you! The fire and courage, the undauntable character of your dear mother, has come to life in you. Through your bravery we have been able to capture the greatest spy ring organized by the Nazis. Their leader, his chief co- operators, and the man who brought the plans from Germany will be sen- tenced to death sometime during the week! Nancy Bushell - Grade XII, Douglas House. IMAGINATION FROSTY wandered into the little town and inquired about a place to eat and sleep. He was told to go to a small house on the edge of the village where Mrs. Somerville, a young widow, wished to take in boarders. As the road wound before him, his thoughts turned to his friends. Let me see. There was Red, Chuck, Sonny, Joe- and I musn't forget the boss, the dirty double crosser! 'Sorry, Frosty, there ain't enough to go round, you can't have your sharef I did that job so well, too. I sure was lucky Joe was the only one guarding the dough. Just think, fifteen hundred smackers, and it's all mine. Did that guy say 15 Sunset Boulevard? I guess this must be it. Frosty rang the bell and the door was opened by a young woman of startling loveliness. She was dark and slender with eyes the color of violets. Behind her peeped a little child the very image of her beautiful mother except for the freckles on her face. Frosty asked about a room and was shown a bedroom which was spotless, smart. It seemed ideal for his purpose. This village was out of the way and the gang wouldn't ever suspect him of being here. It was not like the city where the boss had a ring of spies and Frosty was likely to be shot on sight. Little by little, week by week, Frosty became attached to the little white cottage, Mary, and her child Trudie. Mary and Trudie too were fond of their new boarder. Trudie was having the time of her life. Frosty made doll's house furni- ture, tents, caves and all the toys it was possible to construct for her. One day when they were playing cops and robbers, Frosty was hiding near the windows. His thoughts were not concentrated on the game but had wandered to the danger he risked from the gang. Trudie crept into the room, quiet as a mouse, put her toy gun -to Frosty's back and shouted, Bang! Frosty fell down! Trudie laughed and laughed. It's all right, she laughed, 'SI was only pretending. You can get up now, Frosty. Mummy, come and see how funny Frosty is pretending! Mary came into the room, drying some dishes. She also laughed. Then the laugh died in her throat. She ran over to Frosty and felt his heart. He was dead. THE TIMES Jimmy McGuire, alias Frosty McGuire, died yesterday from a heart attack. He was staying at the home of Mrs. Somerville, of 15 Sunset Boulevard, Austin, Minne- sota. The attack was very sudden. Jill Riddell, Garry Hall. Vox Fluminis 29 1 . IT HAPPENED T0 THE JONES' The scene is a stateroom aboard the S.S. Harmonic, crossing the Atlantic. There is a door D.R., but it is practi- cally obscured by a huge trunk. U.L. are two bunks piled with hat boxes and suitcases. A couch, loaded with coats is placed U.C. against the wall. Num- erous suitcases are placed U.C., D-.C., U.L., D.R. At the rise of the curtain, Mrs. Jones, a rather flighty, utterly feminine woman of middle age, is standing on a suitcase with three hat boxes in her arms. Mrs. Jones: Now let's see! That's four suitcases, eight hat boxes, and a trunk! Gabrielle! Do come over here and help Mother unpack. Gabrielle Ca voice from D.R. behind the trunkl: Mother, I can't. I'm wedged in between the wall, the trunk and the bunk. Mother: Oh, you poor thing! What will I do? I know I'll put every- thing in the hall and then Junior can carry it all back in. Where is Junior? Have you seen him Gabrielle? Gabrielle: Really, Mothah! From this point all I can see is 'The Elexir of Life' on the back of this trunk. Mother: Well, just a moment. Illl get you outf' CMother crosses D.R. and pulls trunk away, with one hand still balancing the hat boxes. Gabrielle emerges. She is a tiny, sophisticated young lady about eighteen years. Her voice shows a heavy, English accent. She carries a large white hat, which, due to the course of events, has assumed pancake style.J Mother C going D.R. to the doorlr Junior! Junior! Wherels Mamma's little boy? ' A boy of about ten years runs in from D.R. and jumps on his mother, scattering the hat boxes in every direction. Junior: Momma, I wanna ice-cream cone! Can I have an ice-cream cone? Can I? Huh? Can I? Mother Cstripping Junior from her neckl: Now Junior, don't be disagree- able. You know we're out at sea and little fishes just don't fly around with ice-cream cones! Junior: Wa--ah! I wanna ice- cream cone now! Gabrielle: Really, Junior, old boy, I say, let's not be unreasonable. Come on. We'll go out on deck and--- Junior: No, I don't wanna. All you wanna do is make eyes at all those sailors. I seen you when you came on board. Smilin' at that guy that held your hand when you got on. Gabrielle: Momma, make him stop it! He ought to be spanked. CGabrielle speaks without her accent.D Mother: KNOW children, stop it, at once. CGabrielle weeps on Mother's shoul- der and Junior climbs up on the trunk, then on the couch U.C. and sticks his head out the port-hole.D Junior: Ah----ah! Mother: What on earth has happen- ed? Junior, stop crying this minute and tell Momma what happened to her itsy-bitsy darlin' boy. Junior Cdripping wetlz I put-put my head out that--that hole and some- one threw some water right in my face. Gabrielle Claughingb: That was con- venient. We're right under the galley. Mother: Oh dear, oh dear! Now Gabrielle, stay here with me and- Junior! Stop crying. You can help me unpack. Junior, you can carry all those boxes out into the hall. Gabrielle: But Mother! I promised I'd be on deck at three. Mother: Now Gabrielle, do as you're told and help Mother. , Gabrielle: But Mother-J' Mother: Gabrielle! Not another word. Junior, get down from that chandelier and help Sister unpack. Junior: I don' wanna. I'm going out on deck. Goodbye! CJunior crawls out over luggage at D.R. and the door slams? Exit Junior. Mother Cas door slams and Junior disappearsbz I forbid it! . Gabrielle: Goodbye, Mother, I've got to keep that date! CShe stumbles over suitcases, etc., and slams door D.R.D 30 Vox Fluminis Exit Gabrielle. Mother: Well now perhaps I'll get some work done--I hope! Curtain. Scene II takes place in the same stateroom but trunks and suitcases are neatly piled against L wall. Gabrielle and her mother sit on couch. Gabrielle rises as her mother says: Mother: Gabrielle, don't you think that was lovely of the Captain to put us at his table. I just adore his mustache, the way it curls around his ears. He reminds me of your dear, sweet father Csniif, sniifb. I miss him so. 6She dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief! Gabrielle: Mothah, I'm going to dance this evening with Count de Bussy. He's a connoisseur of art, you know. So refined and worldly. He's going to show me his reviews and etchings tomorrow. Mother: Oh, how nice. Is he any relation to the Long Island De Bussy's? Gabrielle: 'CI wouldn't be a bit sur- prised. He has a beautiful ring set with a large diamond. He said that someday, I might be wearing it. Did you see that Marion girl's face when the Count asked me to dance? CKnock at the door. Enter D.R. a large swarthy man, well-dressed and having a long black beard.J D Gabrielle: M o t h e r1Count De Bussy. Count: Charmed, Madame! CHe kisses her hand.D ' Mother: Oh, isn't that nice! Now run along children. As they say in France 'Bun jur!' CEnter Junior from R. with two ships' officers and they restrain Count De Bussy.D First Officer: He's the man we want all right! Take off that beard, Casey, your caught in your own little trap. Count: I beg your pardon! You must be mistaken. I am the Count De Bussy, heir to the De Bussy estate, grandson of Earl De Bussy, great grandson of- Second Officer: John Dillinger. Come on. We've had notices out for your arrest after you snatched the Delhar necklace but we didn't expect you on this voyage. You probably could have faked the Count' forever, if Junior hadn't been a 'Junior G-man' and seen you catch your false beard in the state- room door. We have a nice little suite down in the hold for you, so let's go to it. ' First Officer: Mrs. Jones, the Cap- tain requests your presence and that of all your family at a party in the salon in honour of Junior Jones. Junior, 'hero of the S.S. Harmonic. There will be chicken, vegetables and a dessert of ice-cream, if it is all right with Master Jones. Junior: Momma, I don't feel so good. My stomach is running around on the ceiling and my ears feel as though they were scraping the ground. Momma, I'm sick. Curtain. Marylyn Carey, Grade XI, Nelson Hall. fha-' 9... G' HIGH SOARS THE PIGEON A MUFFLED chug, a ripple of water, and the low barge churned on through the murky darkness. The moon, uncovering its face for a moment, mocked the tense, little group huddled on the bottom of the scow. Its war light glimmered faintly on steel bayonets and the blades of daggers- Commando daggers! One khaki-clad figure stirred silghtly, sighed, and took off his camouflaged helmet. The dark curls underneath were dark with perspiration. How goes the time, Derry? came a muffled whisper. The young soldier raised his arm. The faint light sil- houetted a square chin and prominent nose, and was swallowed up in his dark eyes. A slight frown creased the high forehead, drawing together heavy black brows. A little after one, came the reply. We should reach Jever in a few minutes. Keep low in the boat and Vox Fluminis 31 smother those motors. I'll go over your orders. We'll stop the engines about fifty feet from the docks, and you must swim in. Be sure to keep the dynamite dry. Crawl along the docks, keeping in the shelter of the waterfront shacks. The objective is a railway bridge about half-a-mile inside the town. When you've planted the charge, go a hun- dred yards before you press the deton- ator. That's all, but these orders must be carried out! The boats will start out again in thirty minutes. If anyone fails to return by then-he's on his own. Good luck, men. God save the King. He then motioned them to be silent as the dim outline of the town became barely visible. The chugging of the motors slowed and ceased, and the men slipped soundlessly into the sea. One by one, shadowy figures mounted the dock ladders, and crept along the wharves. Shapeless forms skulked through the crooked, cobbled streets of the sleeping town, drawing steadily nearer to their target. Abruptly a tall, dark figure darted into a doorway, and down a flight of rickety, wooden steps to a seemingly deserted cellar. Moments were eternities in the vacuum of silence, and then came a low rumble, swelling to a thunderous roar. The earth shivered, a whistle- blast shattered the night, and the town was jolted into life. Grey-uniformed monsters in high boots clattered through the streets shouting terse commands--searching houses for elusive enemies. The wail of sirens filled the night. Frightened townspeople trembled in their beds. Gruff voices ordered them to unbolt their doors. Noise and confusion were everywhere. Suddenly one of the soldiers plummetted down the stairway into the musty cellar, to come face to face with a stooped old man, tapping his way over the cement with a cane. The intruder clutched at the old fel- low's collar, as if to wrench the coat from his back. Has anyone come here? he barked, shaking his defence- less victim. No one, stammered the old one. Not content with this, the tyrant stamped through the basement knocking over boxes and wine casks. Satisfied that the man was alone, he wheeled about and leaped up the stairway to the street, just as outraged shouts rose from the docks. Spluttering and coughing, the barges had sprung to life and started out to sea, while searchlights stabbed help- lessly at them in the dark. In the moonlight, a mocking smile appeared to flit over the wizened features of the old man, before he disappeared in the doorway. In spite of the Commando attack, the sun rose brightly on the town next morning. But its frightened people did not share the spring-like mood. On the outskirts of Jever, a shabby, grey-haired individual was plodding his way along a hot, pavement road. He would have been tall, had he not had a stoop, and a slight limp, appar- ently obliged him to carry a cane. This he tapped along the road in time to a tune he was humming. Presently a cart pulled by two horses came rattling along. The burly driver drew them to a halt and bellowed, How about a ride? Without raising his head, the old man muttered, 'Tm not going far, thanks, and the cart rattled on. The swish of wind and stinging of tires on pavement heralded the passing of several military vehicles, and then a creaking hayrack approached. A hard, unshaven fellow leaned down to in- quire-- Haven't seen a pigeon, have you? The old man's head turned slowly, and, meeting the farmer's curious gaze evenly with his dark eyes, he asked, A white pigeon? The cane tapped the pavement. That's right. Let me climb up and I'll show you where you can find it. So saying, the old chap slowly got up on the seat be- side the driver, and the rack started off again. They jogged in silence until the outer parts of Varel, a small manufac- turing town, were reached. Then the farmer leaned over and whispered, 32 Vox Fluminis When will the pigeon reach its goal? Tonight, was the terse reply. Then the old man swung down from the wagon, and ambled into the village. e Q 0 o Q s Around mid-day an elderly man hobbled through the streets carrying a brown paper parcel. He moved ahead looking neither to left nor right. Presently he rounded a corner and came in sight of a mass of chimneys and large, brick buildings. Surrounding them was a high, wooden fence guarded by goose-stepping soldiers. The old fellow approached the chemical plant and walked slowly around its walls tapping his cane-rat, tat, tat, rat-and carrying his parcel. Slowly the stooped figure circled the enclosure, keeping up his incessant-rat, tat, tat, rat- Just one guard appeared to notice the man, and this raised his arm quickly, and repeated on the wall-rat, tat, tat, rat- Only then did the figure stop. Glancing about him, he shuffled up to the soldier, and murmured, This is a pigeon pie. Immediately the sentry lowered his riiie, took out an enormous ring of keys, and inserted one of them into a great iron gate. It swung back, and the bent figure hobbled through with his bundle. The soldier stood at attention for several minutes till the mysterious stranger reappeared. Then the gate was locked, and the figure faded into the glaring sun. Back at the chemical plant, a new squad of soldiers came on duty at two o'clock. They had just begun their tour about the walls when a monstrous explosion thundered in their ears. In a panorama of flame and smoke, the buildings burst apart, throwing up a barrage of bricks and ruined ma- chinery. Sabotage! As the sun was lending its last glory to the firey inferno in the heart of Varel, a grey-headed old fellow stooped in the doorway of a small hut. Glancing furtively about him, he drew out a downy, little ball. Taking a scrap of paper from his vest, he scribbled the words, Pigeon killed at sunset-D.N. As he straightened up, he released the white pigeon. It rose with a flapping into the evening sky, circled once, and headed into the north-west. For one fleeting moment, the stooped form became lean and lithe, and the dark eyes that glowed under the bushy brows were those of exultant youth. He raised his hand in salute to the diminishing white speck. A shadow darkened the ground behind him. It glided nearer - stopped -- tensed, - raised one arm. A shot screamed in the night! The shabby form stumbled, swayed, and sank to the dust. Red tinged the white hair, and matted its dark brown roots. Red glazed the dark eyes. Red trickled over the prominent nose and firm jaw. But through the night a pigeon soared, bearing hope and new life in its message of destruction and death. A group of grizzled British tars gathered about a bar in the mellow light, thumbing through the papers as they quaffed their ale. The voice of one rose above the murmur, Did yuh see 'ere where they've blasted another German chemical plant! At Varel this time! Must make them Jerries boilin' mad to see us dumpin' the blinkin' war in their laps. They'l1 see a. lot more of it before it's over too! The stinkin' swine. o u I Q a s In the glimmering firelight, a solitary figure sat rocking. Her delicately molded face bore lines of suffering and sorrow. But her snow-white hair s e e m e d deceiving. Her eyes were swollen with weeping, but pride glowed in their depths, as they drew the words from the yellow paper in her lap- Mrs. Elizabeth Newey: Your son, Derek Newey, has been awarded the Distinguished Service Order for gallantry inthe presence of the enemy. Awarded post- humously. Nancy Complin, Grade XI, Douglas Hall. Vox Fluminis 33 RIVER OF LIFE AND the heavens were at peace while the silent, holy waters of the Ganges rolled onwards. The shadows of darkness flitted here and there, resting only a moment to form fantasies and patterns of night upon the tiny bows of the crafts that rested so silently upon the waters. Caught in the faint gleam of the ghostly lamps along the bank, were the bowed, priest- ly heads of the Mohammedan worship- pers. The Ganges, to them, was not a river but a god, possessing the power of life and laughter, misery and tears, dealing death and happiness like cards of a huge deck to the just and unjust. Yet, as the Ganges fulfilled the dreams of the idle and the poor, it still flowed onward, onward to the waiting sea. Marylyn Carey, Grade XI, Nelson Hall. ii AS I stood on the top of the mountain and looked down, as far as the eye could see, to the blue horizon, tossed the angry waves of the ocean. Now, huge and billowy, crested with foamg now, peaceful, clear and blue, reflecting the sun's rays, now, still, dark and foreboding. So they had looked when Caesar crossed to Britain. So they look today in the midst of war. So they will look on the final Judgment Day. Nancy Bushell, Grade XII, Douglas Hall. .1l.1l.q,1.i LIFE'S LITTLE TEMPTATIONS MY mother told me I was always to be a good girl, and I always have, at least I think I have. In fact I'm sure I have. Why, just the other day when it was raining awful hard out, and my mother gave me a nice green umbrella so that I wouldn't get wet, and sent me uptown, I was the best girl ever. When I was all ready with my rub- bers on and a heavy raincoat, and, of course, my green umbrella, she gave me the list, and told me to be careful and come right back. I said I would. sure, 'cause I was a nice girl. So, I went out onto the porch and was just thrilled to pieces when I saw the beautiful mud puddles and everything. But no, I couldn't do that because I was a good girl. Well, here I go. Aw gee! I don't want to wear my rubbers. Besides, it's just sprinkling out and I won't walk in the mud. So, off go my rubbers and off the porch I go too. Oh-h! Look at that lovely puddle. I'll walk around it. Gee! I bet some one painted it, it has the purdyest colours. GH-H-H! My foot! It's wet! It must have slipped in when I wasn't looking. Well, I hope my mother be- lieves that. Say I'd better hurry to the store or I'll never get there. It's not raining any more so I'll just set my umbrella here behind the fence where I can find it when I come back. I think I'll have too much to carry anyway. Now, I'd better really run. OH-H-H! Now I will get it. I fell in the mud and got all wet all over. Just 'cause I never wore my rubbers and my shoes were slipp'ry. What can I tell my mother though? Oh dear! I'll tell her my rubbers were too small. She'll believe me Cgulpb I hope. Now it's starting to rain-woe is me -and hard. I'm not near the store .... Is that you Mary? Yes Momma. What's the matter Mary? You sound so sad. Well, it's this way Mother . . . I . . . I started to tell my mother all the lies I made up but I couldn't because I was a good girl, but I wasn't any more, so I said, all in one breath: Momma, I fell in the mud and the mud was dirty and I got dirty just 'cause the mud was dirty. Just 'cause I never wore my rubbers. But I wasn't going to fall in the mud. Now I'm wet be- cause I never took my umbrella and because I never took my umbrella I'm a bad girl. Now can I go to bed with- out my supper? But . . . my mother said I was a good girl because Ihnever told her a lie. She said too, that I inherited my brains from my father. So, I told my daddy that, and he said 34 Vox Fluminis , . he'd speak to my mother, and the funny part of it is that now my mommy and daddy are mad at each other. I don't know why because I think I'd be a pretty smart little girl if I wasn't so dumb! Daphne Peiper, Grade XI, Nelson House. - - JIM, THE COLLIE DOG ONCE upon a time there was a Collie dog named Jim. Jim was a very good dog. He looked after his master very well. His masterls name was Donnie. One day Donnie went out for a walk and Jim went with him. Now, while Donnie was walking he did not notice that he had lost his way. When Donnie thought he would go home he turned around, and found himself in a deep forest. Then Donnie thought of Jim. So he called and called, but Jim did not come. Now Donnie was so tired that he fell down fast asleep. He woke up with a start and found Jim licking him. Soon Jim was taking Donnie home on his back, for Donnie was still very tired. He was home in no time and his mother gave him a bath and put him to bed. She kissed him, for she was so glad to have him home. She even sang him to sleep. Then she gave Jim a big bone as a re- ward for bringing Donnie home. Barbara Young, Grade III, York Hall. l SPOILT PERFORMANCE GROFFMAN, the Polish pianist, was to give his first performance in New York. He was tired from a long concert tour of Europe, and a little nervous, for this was his first appear- ance in North America. Just before going out on the stage a stranger in evening dress tapped him lightly on the shoulder and asked rather worriedly, How long is the concert? The musician replied, It will be about two and a half hours. He then walked onto the stage and began to play. During intermission, Groffman, rest- ing for a few minutes, was joined by the stranger, who was not only intense- ly nervous but worried. They sat in silence-one too tired and the other too distraught to talk. As the musician got up to return to his audience the stranger, wringing his hands, begged Hurry, hurry and fin- ish the concert. Do get it over with. Groffman played on, letting his imagination run wild wondering what was making the stranger nervous. He thought of boredom with the music, blackmail or family troubles. None of these accounted for the inexplicable agony. Then-the musician suddenly thought, Perhaps he is plotting against ME! From then on, Groffman lost confi- dence. He became frightened, the music blurred in his mind, the keys jumped, the pedals did queer antics all in time to the wild confusion of his mind. Coming off the stage again he deter- mined to save himself by iron self- control. He stalked up to the stranger who was wilted against a prop, and said harshly: You have ruined me! Tell me what is making you so nervous or I'll- But sir, in a scared weak voice, I- I-I have to play God Save the King. Ellen Kinneard, Grade IX, York House. .,..l.1.1- . FIRE PHANTOMS Leaping with joy -Although no joy have they. Flaring. Trying to be brave Confronted by some supposed enemy. Images of devils Luring maidens down below. Lions Breathing tongues of fire, Soar upwards and catch in the chimney. A gleaming in the coals Spreads through, quenching the light. -Death . . . - Embers glowing red, As the eternal love in all true hearts. June L. McCrae, Grade XII, Garry Hall. Plants and animals Vox Fluminis 35 CHRISTMAS EVE T'was very still the night before, All to be heard was Granpa's snore, Heard very clearly beneath the door, The children thought it such a bore As they crept slowly along the floors, The night before. Santa's coming, I heard them say. Hurry before he goes away. Timmy said, I hope he'll stay, I'd like to have him here to play, On Christmas Day. In the parlor stood the tree, Shining as bright as bright could beg All they could say was Oh Gee! At all the parcels they could see On Christmas Eve. They heard a noise around the screen, And there was Santa to be seen, And pop, they found it t'was just a dream, That Christmas Eve. June Baker Grade VI, Nelson Hall. AUTUMN LEAVES Autumn leaves are falling Falling to the ground. They're Mother Nature's children Playing all around. And the trees are sighing For they know, That the winter's coming With the cold and snow. The soft winds are blowing The leaves do flutter round, Falling, falling, falling, falling, Falling to the ground. Red, yellow, crimson, gold, Rainbows dance and play, Fairies change the leaves to silver And the trees do softly sway. When the landscapes turns to gold And the soft winds blow, When the leaves all flutter down lother autumn story's told. June Baker, Grade VI, Nelson Hall. WHAT IS MEANT BY HEALTH? YOU ask What is meant by health? This is rather difficult to say in a few words but I would say it meant having the body in perfect working order. This includes the mind as well. In order to speak of the term health, you should understand what the word unhealthy means. The nearest I can get to this is to say that when you are ill, one or more parts of your body are out of working order and are in need of repair. Often your and physically you are ox. Or sometimes the versed: you are feeble is powerful. mind is feeble as strong as an situation is re- and your mind have an auto- matic system of keeping healthy, unless the disease or ailing is too serious. In the fall, when leaves fall off the tree. instead of keeping the cut open, the plant forms a cork scar over the spot, so keeping in sap for further use to the plant. Animals, if they do not feel as spry as usual, know very well that they are in need of greens, so they go to a garden and eat the leaves of plants and blades of grass. Man's way of keeping himself healthy is far more difficult. The worried type of human being wonders whether he is getting enough exercise, his fill of calories, or the right amount of rest. Often he pampers himself and becomes sick in mind. Then, through too exact a time-table of meals, sleep and exer- cise, his body becomes worn out. In- stead of automatically repairing him- self, he calls in the doctor who advises him to do this, that, and the other thing. The man thinks something is being done for him, so recovers quickly. A simple way to keep healthy is to obey the simplest health rules. If you give enough attention to, say, your teeth, everyday, they would never be- come decayed, causing a visit to the dentist and having him treat them properly, but painfully and expensive- ly. Also your skin. If it is oily or dry, change your diet. And maybe your feet hurt. A new pair of shoes would help you. It's the little things that keep the body healthy. Health is a great advantage all dur- 36 Vox Fluminis ing your life. If you are feeble and need attendants with you all the time, you are not able to take part in many activities or become adept at any sport. If you keep complaining about your ill- nesses, your friends soon grow tired of you. If you are healthy, you are usually energtic and enthusiastic. This encourages friends. Health is also economical. Lois Parkhill, Grade X, Garry Hall. OUR ENGLAND This is the isle that the mist hangs over, The rocky shore of the cliffs of Dover, The chalky walls of our dear land Where freedom will forever stand. This is the isle where our foes have perished, And the land we've always cherished, The quiet brooks have had unrest Because our leaders think it best. This is the isle where the spirits rise, Where war has stirred such shouts and cries, Our mother land will stand her ground And not let selfish foes surround. This is the isle where the faith is stronger, And will be forever longer, For we know the English spirit And that our foes will ever fear it. Virginia McMillan, Grade VIII, Nelson Hall. .1-ll.-. il- OUR TASK When Russia is so gallantly fighting Against the horrid Nazis, What we can do to help them out, Is to buy bonds and give up taxis. When you start grumbling About rationing and taxes, Think of how Montgomery Is chasing the Axis. All the Yanks dying While fighting Japan, We should put spurs on To do all we can. Sigrid Bardal, Grade VII, York Hall. THERE'LL ALWAYS B-E AN ENGLAND Actual evidence have I none, But my aunt's charwoman's sister's son Heard a policeman, on his beat, Tell a house-maid in Downing Street That he had a brother who had a friend Who said he knew . . . WARTIME in England has brought out the best in the people, Ameri- cans say nuts, They do not under- stand. The truth is that all they wish to do is to act in exact reverse to what Hitler would like them to do. A house bombed can be a joke when seen in the right light. For instance, a certain house named Due South was bombed- Due South, Gone West, was the gen- erally accepted fact. Rationing is a problem smoothed out to match the rest, just get what you can. You know how people like to reduce, well, there is a ready made diet. Transportation is also annoying, but there is the case of the man on the train who pulled the emergency cord, and, when asked what he wanted, re- plied, The noise of the train kept re- peating, 'Is your journey reall neces- sary?' and I decided it wasn't so had to get off. The life of everyone is changed. All the young men are at war and some of the women are in the forces or land army while others o War work in their spare time. Some people make camouflage nets, these are monsters about twelve or more feet square. Others prefer to knit for the troops, some men are even learning from their wives. People living in the country have others from the cities with them. They get on very well together and it helps make rations go farther. Speaking of rations, the fuel shortage seems terrific, but I am told that if one is careful, one can obtain plenty of coal besides other fuel such as peat and wood, and that actually there is nothing serious. The blackout is a joke, but one has to be careful. Outside, one is allowed a flashlight with paper covering it but Vox Fluminis 37 it must be turned down so that one can only see the path directly in front. Also each night it is necessary to cover every window in the house. If a light shows outside, within half-a-minute the A.R.P. warden, and it results in a fine up to 5310, which is no joke! In general, the blackout is funny. I know of a doctor, who, when walking briskly down the street, bumped into a young girl so that they both rolled into a mud puddle. Strict secrecy is maintained. All names of cities, towns, or villages are kept quiet. Of course surprising names appear instead. I know of a very small village somewhere in England, where the name plate at the station has, writ- ten in white chalk, that well-known name-Berlin! From this I expect that one can gather that it is the humour of the English that keeps them going. They find a joke in everything from an air raid to a public secret. By A Military Secret. THE FROG WHEN the frog is small it has no legs, it is like a round ball with a wavy tail attached, and is called a tadpole. After a few days he gets two feet and it is a funny sight to see him swim- ming around in the pond guiding him- self by his tail with his legs hanging down. He can swim very fast and is hard to catch. In about a month the tail disappears and then the tadpole grows fast and changes into a small frog. Once it be- comes a young frog it grows very slow- ly and it takes years before it is fully grown. Frogs do a lot of good for us as they eat grubs and pests which damage vegetables and fruit crops. Diane Johnson, Grade IV, York Hall. THE SNOWMAN The snowman's hat was crooked, His buttons were out of place: And several of his whiskers, Had fallen from his face. But the snowman didn't notice, For he was trying to think, The children hoped while playing, That he wouldn't melt or shrink. . Helen Emerson, Grade VI, Nelson Hall. ll.-.-1.11.1 TEX SADLY Tex plodded up the hillside, his bare feet sifting the soft brown dust. His skin was browned with the sun and the open air and his bright blue overalls showed up the vividness of his boyhood. His hair was fair and glinted in the sun, which was fast sink- ing behind the hills. But Tex was not watching the sun- set, or feeling the trickle of dust and sand between his toes, instead he was trying to blink away tears that swell- ed up in his eyes and looked danger- ously as if they would overflow. He would not cry, he would not! Tex was sad because he was leaving the valley for good and with it he was leaving the last memories of his mother. His mother, that beautiful frail woman who had comforted him when he was hurt after a fight at school and shared all his troubles with him. Tex's last memory of his mother was still so im- pressively carved on his mind that he could see her lying there in the little cottage way down the valley as if it had been yesterday. He recalled this scene through the blur of his tears. The last words she had said were, Tex, look after yourself and don't go fight- ing with all the boys at school as you usually do. Your Aunt Bessy in the city will look after you and you will grow up one day to be a great man. She had not said, A great man like your father, but Tex knew she had meant that. His father had died when Tex was a year old and his mother never talked about him much. But Tex knew that she missed him dread- fully. Tex had loved his mother dearly, she was more than a mother to him, she was companion also. She went fish- ing, with him or took him for long walks in the valley. Her one ambi- 38 Vox Fluminis tion for him was that he should one day become a great man. All these reflections ran through Tex's mind as he made his way up the hill. Once at the top he turned and took a last look into the valley where he had spent ten years of his life. He raised his hand and waved goodbye. Goodbye, goodbye Mother dear, he said, I really will try to be good like you said and one day I'll be a great man and you'll be proud of me Mother, I know you will. Stuffing his brown fists deep in his pockets he turned his back and set his face towards the setting sun, the city and the future. Many years later an old man came to the valley. An old man with white hair and brown weather-beaten face. He stood looking into the valley and remembered his mother and his youth. But this man was a different Tex from Tex of many years ago, he was a great man, a wealthy doctor knighted for his discoveries in the world of medicine. For a long time the old man stood and then raising his hand in farewell he softly said, Goodbye dear valley, for the last time. Dear Mother I have kept my promise and now my work is done. This is my last farewell to you where in my youth I spent so many happy days and where I first learned to be a great man. The sun was setting on the distant hills, but Tex was not watching the sunset. Peggy Auld, Grade X, Garry Hall. THIRTEEN Mother, Mother can't you see I am thirteen, not a baby three, My clothes I want, sedate and chic, Not frilly dresses. They don't click. I want lipstick, powder, rouge and all., High heeled shoes to make me tall. Ribbons, bows to ride my curls Just like other grown-up girls. I want nylon stockings, and if I may, A lovely pale blue negligee. A padded housecoat with slippers to match A silver bag with a diamond clasp. Oh Mother, Mother, if you could only see, I am thirteen, not a baby three. So, if you would only co-operate I'd be the happiest girl in the state. Ruth Myles, Grade VII, York Hall. MY CONSCIENCE My conscience is a funny thing, It pricks me every day, If I do something wrong, Or there's something bad I say. V My conscience is quite strict, But I like him, all the same, For it's he who makes me honest, And helps me play the game. -Elizabeth Pigge, Grade V, York Hall. .--1.---.1-1--11-. THE BATTLEFIELD The battlefield was grim and still, The new moon rose behind the hill, The day had brought its share of dead And now, as if ashamed, had fled. The night crept o'er the blood-soaked ground, But from the figures not a sound Was heard, to break the chilly air. The bright full moon had left its lair, High up in heaven searched in vain And searching, only found the pain, That soldiers, bear, who fight with guns, For country, King, beloved ones. Peggy Auld, Grade X, Garry Hall. THE FROG Our bull frog is a funny fellow, With a bumpy back all green and yellow, His eyes bulge out so he can see, And his tummy is round as round can be. He sits upon a lily pad, And thinks that boys and girls are bad, For they disturb his peaceful sleep, .Q -v. .- , r 1 J---JQX,-gm o.-Q' 4 .5 fy 41:4-' w.. J N u ' 1 1 'Q Q L ig, F , f I A if 4 nf- I , ,I . . , L x N J 4.'F. 41,11- L' J s' , 1 ', U . - I f,? . . luv . Ao gl jf , se.w' . va , E Y . 0 ,, tu' v A 1 Q v.y ' v 5 v L' 1' ' 'D' fgrl' is' ' 'F' f -'fxgzf'-'xg , 1 1 ,' 1 ,-'-- 5 ' --.bait r pg- '. , n ' .i' . 1. ' , ,E nl in Kev 'Bi g A ov s A O0 , X ' 1' - n rv , my ' .Mn . . ft, P , K 1 u I 5 1. . .4 1 1 ' .T f Q - n' ..1 J' Q.. 4 R'-,'1 .,,' 1. f 1 - I D rl ,. Z' ' L- ' 1 ,, n ' 1 1 Q r - - if , 1 Q .ev f Q 4 1 v 1 12 v rx x l '39 .f vi 1 Y -1- 1 -4 4 v I . -5 . J ' idlifuf Vox Fluminis 39 And throw stones in the water deep. Our frog can swim and jump and dive, And comes out glistening on the stone, alive, He croaks and croaks so loud at night. And eats mosquitoes in their flight. Cecily Ann Gunn, Grade IV, Garry Hall. - A GLIMPSE OF ST. ANTOINE CWith apologies to Wm. Woodsworthb I wandered lonely down the lanes, That wind through dreary St. An- toine, When all at once I heard the names Of poor Gabelle and cruel Foulon, Beside the fountain, in the doors, Were sad-faced peasants doing chores. As quiet as the dead that lay Beneath poor turfs of mouldy grass, The women sat along the way, Knitting shrouds for the wealthy mass, The vender, saw I, straight and proud, Shouting words to the eager crowd. The men beside him shrunk, but he Stood firmly by the fountain's edge, 'Though I could nothing else but see His trembling hand, upon the ledge, I gazed - and gazed - and wondered when The flame would flare inside of them. And now, when in my room I sit, And think of all those planned, I ponder how the flame was lit, The flame which king and courtiers fanned, I wonder if this land will see A life of peace, prosperity. Mildred Longstaffe, Grade XI, York Hall. peasants 1-1111- WAS IT A MIRACLE? DUNKIRK! What do you think of when you hear that word? Does it make you shudder with horror? Does it make you recall a miracle? A miracle-yes, that was it, for I should not be telling this story if it had not been one. Even now I turn my thoughts to that day of agony and torture- not for me, but for thousands of others like me. The picture of the beach looms be- fore my eyes-that stretch of white, glaring sand, the grey cliffs behind us, the never-ending horizon before us. All day long, all night long we heard breakers thundering on the shore. It became a monotonous sound, a sound we heard in our sleep for nights after. There were some who never heard the surf, some who never saw the horizon and some who lay in everlasting peace. We lay face downward in the sand, exhausted. I slowly turned my head to look along the beach. There was hardly a movement. All I could see was the dark mass of bodies strewn along the shore, and behind them the sun, a glowing ball of fire disappearing beneath the horizon. I felt faint with the blinding glare upon my eyes. I saw charred faggots thrown into the last glowing embers of a fire, wispy blue flames flickered and died down, hosts of red devils leaped from the fire to drum on my throbbing brain- Will they ever come? Will they ever come? Will they ever come? Now the sound died down and an evil black castle loomed before me. A blare of trumpets-the luring gates were thrown open. I galloped down on my white charger to meet my new foe. He, on a shining black horse ap- peared from the castle. His whole body was clothed in gleaming, black armour. As he slowly came forward to meet me, a dark and ominous shadow fell around me and seemed to beckon me towards the castle. Suddenly my enemy spoke to me in a slow but domineering voice: We have been expecting you, soldier. Come -or else we shall have to fight. For a moment I seemed to move to- wards that dark, ghastly castle but I stopped and faced my foe. He, at the same time raised his staff and the fight began. He was strong and cunning-I was weak and wounded. Inside my- 40 Vox Fluminis self I felt my will conflicting with the dreaded hands of Death, and muddled voices shrieked in my ears: Don't let Death win, Don't enter those evil gates. At one time I felt myself weakening but I forced myself to carry on this losing battle. Suddenly my foe gave a frightened scream as I wounded him in his side- he turned, his horse rearing and plunging. Just once I saw his face with evil eyes beneath that black visor. Slowly he rode back to the castle, and as I stood, weak and faint from the fight, the ebony castle, with its barren surroundings, gradually disappeared before my eyes and left a grey and gentle mist. I awoke from the ghastly nightmare with sweat pouring from my fevourish body. The wound in my side ached painfully and I glanced down to see that an ugly, red stain had already soaked the bandage. Hour after hour we lay there, listen- ing. Not a sound was to be heard above the roll of the surf upon the beach, except for the pitiful groaning of some poor devil, less well off than many of us. Suddenly I felt a cold hand tug at my bare arm and hoarse whisper came to my ears-it was one of my pals who was lying beside me. Chum, he whispered, if you get back before me, tell the missus- tell the missus-it was a right good fight. His voice died away in a soft moan and I strained my eyes in the dusk to find his hand. Groping around, I finally felt his cold clammy grip in mine. For a moment it stiffened, clenching, but useless-that life-giving flow of blood suddenly fell limp within my grasp. I felt for his wrist, but know it had stopped for ever, and one more of my comrades would never return. Then they came-the British boats- thank God. Hundreds of them, from the smallest sailboat, to the largest destroyer. On they came, roaring through the foam, moving as a mass, and ploughing their way towards us as if nothing could stop them. I can not say a feeling of relief swept through us, because words could not express what our hearts felt. Small was the feeble cheer let out from us, but there were tears in the eyes of many an iron- nerved man. From that time on, the story was just a dream, which came true when those steely grey cliffs were sighted-a vision that will never be forgotten by hundreds of soldiers. Anne Kingsley, Grade' XII, Garry Hall. SPRING Spring is coming, coming soong Winter's going, going gone. And the little birds are growing, That is what I think about. Joan B. Pigge, Grade II, Douglas Hall. .ll When the Easter bunny came, He left an Easter egg in the laneg But when I awoke, I didn't find any, But I found a great big penny. Dulcie Ann Thompson, Grade II, York Hall. 1 On my little holiday I didn't work, I didn't playg I didn't dance, I didn't stay, I just sat down, I didn't move. Then I had a bright idea, Then I sat up as straight as straight can be, And knitted and knitted. And then when it was time for bed, I really was a sleepy head. I lay down tight and went to sleep, And that was the end of me so sweet. Joan B. Pigge, Grade II, Douglas Hall. BEDTIME Do you know that nasty time, When nurse says it's nearly nine? Oh, how we hate to go to bed When the sun's still round and red. Oh how we'd love to stay to play, And think about our happy day, Or put our dolls all snug in bed, But we ourselves must go, nurse said! Irene Koppel, Grade IV, Douglas Hall. Vox Fluminis 41 ON LEAVING SCHOOL What mixed emotions stir within that heart? From sheltered precincts each must go his way To face a World of stark reality: To leave the school, for which each toiled today, Which helped to mould each person- ality. But what is that which dimly lies beyond? A life!-with greater joys and greater care- Each views a shining goal, with eyes alight, W5 ,fl-:age . aio wg LoJvu.f And rosy promise for tomorrow fair, With no defeat to dim that vision bright. The tools, the work, the joys of yester- day, Are laid aside: friends too are left behind. Our school days fade to memory'secho- ing hallg And yet at eventide of life we find ,Tis but a Word that makes these echoes call. Louise Trewhitt, Grade X, Douglas Hall. SAY Z v,:Jb? 4.-1 i iiiilill Q 0 u nn f A L V ' , , fllwx5llj+l,x lf -, t Z -z. J J 4 K. x f 2' ':'j' 1 NE OP RW rlbgnclg rhggf common sl ES S ' 53.5. Vox Fluminis Vox Fluminvls 43 aaaeignf 4 EL NIDO Los arboles que no dan flores dan nidosg Et une nichee est une fleur avec petales de plumes. Nidus est flos color avium, Dessen Geruch, Tretet durch die Ohren ein. The trees that do not give flowers give nests. E. Kinneard, Grade IX, York Hall. l .. ..1 UNE EXCURSION A LA CAMPAGNE J'ai saute de mon lit et j'ai couru a la fenetre de ma chambre. Ah! Il fait un temps superbe! Au- jourd'hui nous irons faire un pique- nique a la campagnef' Nous sommes partis ca bicycletteb gl dix heures du matin. Les vues des fermes et des champs etaient merveil- leuses. Quand nous avions voyage plusieurs milles et avions tres faim et tres soif nous avons pense que nous dejeuneuons. Mais tout a coup je me suis arrete et presque tombre de ma bicyclette . . . J'avais oublie notre dejeuner! Audrey Robb, Grade XI, Garry House. LA FERME La ferme est a la campagne . La cam- pagne est tres jolie. Des oiseaux volent 5 0 EKAVI5 dans le ciel bleu. Dans la cour, il y a des poules et des cochons. A la porte, le facteur et la femme parlent. Deux hommes parlent sur le pont. Le pont est sur la petite riviere. Il y a un un bateau dans la petite riviee. Le boulanger est pres de la porte. Il parle a une femme avec un bebe. Ils sont tres heureux. Mary Mathers, Grade VII, Douglas Hall. RIVERBEND IM FRUEHLING Der Friihling kam spat, aber in Schonheit wie immer. Die Sonne scheint hell und warm durch unsere Fenster und lockt uns ins Freie. Und was zeigt sie uns? Blauen Him- mel, weisze Wolkchen, knospende Baume und grunes Gras. Veilchen Butterblumen und Ganseblumchen bluhen im Walde. Der Flieder ver- breitet seinen sussen Duft in Garten und Parken. Schmetterlinge flattern von Blute zu Blute, und die Bienen sammeln sussen Nektar. Vogel, gross und klein, bauen ihre Nester und sin- gen frohliche Lieder. Kinder in hellen Farben spielen lustig auf dem Rasen oder sitzen am Ufer des kiihlen Flusses. ,,O, wie wunderschon Ist die Fruhlingszeitln Grade 10, German Class: S. Carruthers, L. Parkhill, M. Hambley, J. Porteous, D. Murdoch, J. Riddell. F Haus- 1 'WW-Q 3 Vox Fluminis - X -if-If T my ,,QcgcoQy ,woomg ll 15?-gg P' ,1-5 amos or PAP:-:R we wwe .T ' A We carry a comp-lete stock of WRAPPING PAPER, PAPER TOWELS, TOILET PAPER, TWINES, Etc. WINNIPEG REGINA SASKATOON Compliments of . . . A F R I E N D Compliments of . . . DONALD H. BAIN LTD. Vox Fluminis X 4 A' ' 4 ,'A if V4V.VA . If b.. , 0lll 612435 . ' 1 1. Z 41'f?15'- - '4?:ff4 'Wll -1,- si ' '- '.' I -'--. 1 4211.1-2'yf177'A25'fw Yi ..i.f S ! V ' . 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