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

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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

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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.

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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,