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

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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

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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.

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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