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

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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.

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Vox Fluminis 19 Sfzaah i 9- - SPORTS play an important role in the daily routine of Riverbend. Besides the regular gym classes, extra game periods were organized to provide pleasure for all girls interested in the various sports activities of Riverbend. I say all girls because nearly every girl did take an interest, however small, in at least one sport. Every girl was given a chance to prove her ability, we still have our motto, Every girl on a team and every team playing. 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.

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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