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

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X, X .- .V 1. w J -4,1 f : -K . - A- -' ' Yttv iff I ' 5 . 5- , 5 in 2 v, 1 ' 3332 'WQWVW WW -VP QU, 2 Vox Fluminis '70 My Quemla IN LEZSS than a week from when the idea was first mooted I was at sea with ten children. Perhaps, figuratively speaking, I was at sea before, for it would be easy to go adrift amid the numerous questions to be answered before departing. Passing from one inquisitive official to another I became intimately acquainted with my physical attributes and details of my own un- eventful existence. At first timidly, conscientiously I pondered over these many forms. Should one make allow- ance for wear and tear? And just how many pounds would be lost before my papers had to identify me under the scrutiny of an official eye? Now I enter into the spirit of the thing and know most likely the document will be shelved anyway. I had been to many movies before but never one that seemed quite so real, one almost felt as though one were part of it. Enchanted always by the present scene, on episode followed another and so became the past, already forgotten in the imminent prospect of a still unpredictable future. Thus I viewed my Canadian life from the standpoint of my previous background. It was real and as yet unassimilated. Perhaps you will remember when Alice stepped through the looking- glass she found nothing she hadn't known before, yet it was surprising, everything had a slightly different lo-ok and the oddest things happened, yet nobody seemed to worry. When they wore their summer dresses and had ice cream with chocolate sauce for supper, although the temperature was 20 de- grees below zero, Alice found it very good. The point to remember, said Alice Cto herself? is that almost anything may happen an-d after that almos-t any- thing again. Looking-glass land was like a huge plum pudding made in the Victorian style, the plums came fro-m every part of Europe but over it all was the sauce o-f an eager New World. And this reminds me of the ration- ing of food and of clothes and many other things as yet unexperienced. I wonder what it will be like when I try to go back through the Lo-oking- glass again. Isit possible? I do not think so-. I shall go forward into an- other country like the first yet s-een by the light reflected from the second, familiar, yet full of jolting surprises. I went to visit many places and many friends scattered over Britain from Cornwall in the very south of Eng- land, to the Kingdom of Fife in Scot- land. Always one seems to be separated from some friends and soon the dis- tances will be greater than ever as I leave Canada behind. If only all of them could be assembled together in one place Con-e can imagine the mutual repulsion of some memlbersl, then I would know that this place were Heaven indeed! Which reminds me of the story of the Sunday School teacher who asked the class to put up their hands if they wished to go to heaven, all did except one little boy. Well, sonny, don't you want to go to Heaven? said he. NOT if all that gang is going to be there. M. C. Bell. Vox Fluminis '70 MMA Bell . . . who through her kindness and interest has won a place in the hearts of all Riverbend girls, this edition of Vox Fluminis is lovingly dedicated. Vox Flumints .falffea Dear Girls: I I THOUGHT I should like to say just a few words about our Sir James Aikins' Trophy-the Winged Victory which stands in the hall of the White House. You all know that your weekly House points go towards the winning or the losing of that trophy for your House. I hope you have taken the trouble to look at the trophy with more than a passing glance. The story of it was printed in the Vox Fluminis some years ago, but it bears repeating. The immense original-or what remains of the original- stands in the Louvre, in Paris, and represents Nike, the Goddess of Victory. It was made about 300 B.C. by a Greek to cele-brate a great Greek victory, and was set up on the island of Samo- thrace, in the Mediterranean. In later years the Roman army devastated the land, and destroyed all the monuments. In 1865 a Frenchman came upon pieces of white marble which experts put together to form the beautiful statue as we have it today. The head and arms were never found. On a coin which was struck about the same period this same statue is represented standing on the deck of a ship, in her right hand she holds a trumpet to her lips and in her left a torch in the form of a wooden cross. If you look at the statue you will admire the clever moulding of the wings, and the beautiful drapery which appears to be blown by the wind as if she were the figure head of some great ship battling through wind and wave with power and assurance. The statue brings to mind a poem of Robert Browning which might almost have been dedicated to her: One who never turned his back, but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph Held we fall to rise, are baiiied to fight better, Sleep to wake. Let us all try to live with that spirit of confidence. Yours affectionately, J. MAY CARTER. Zcfaaial VOX F-'LUIXINI' EDITORIAL STAFF .MHDONALDA MURDOCH Editor ...AA............ ....., .A... .........A. .A.AAA..............A...,.........W, Assistant Literary ...........,..,,, CARLYLE L.....c....GLADYS ROBISON Assistant ..,.V,V..,.t BARBARA CAIVIPBELL Business ,,,,,,,, ,... , . ..................... ROBIN LITTLE Advertising ,,......... ROBERTA BRINGHURST Activities ....w.. .........KATHERINE IRVING Sports ,,,,,,,,,,,,A ,,,..,,.,.,.,,....... J ILL RIDDELL Humor ,,,,.,,,.,A,,,, ....,.,, E LEANOR BANFIELD Asssistant .tt..,t....,,.. BEVERLY FROST Photography .ssss,t., MARIAN HAMBLEY IT HAS been a grand experience to have had the pleasure of being editoi of the 1944 Vox Fluminis, and I would like to express my sincere thanks for the marvellous co-operation which I have received. Another year has ended for Riverbend, a year still enshrouded in war clouds. The year has had its worries, disappointments, failures, and sadnesses, as other years before and those to follow, but these are not the things that we will carry away with us as memories. 'fFor we know, not every morrow can be sad, So, forgetting all the sorrow we have had, Let us fold away our fears, And put by our foolish tears And through all the coming years Just be glad. On all sides these days we hear talk of, and see plans being made for our post-war world. We as Riverbenders, will all have our part. to play in the world of tomorrow. So let us all be ready to accept what ever challenge comes to us. We all want more than anything else to make this world a truly happier place for everyone. So let. each one of us in ourselves prepare for that happiness. All, who joy would win, must share itg-happiness was born a twin, wrote Byron. This is the way to happiness to have someone to love, to live for, and to serve, to- live in the lives of others, to make oneself of worth to his fellows, to hold aloft in the world the lantern of helpful friendship. Write your name in kindness, love and mercy on the hearts of all you meet. A life of love and service always keeps a fresh radiance in one's soul. Someone has expressed it in this little coupletg . True happiness if understood, Consists alone in doing good. 'QW SHIRLEY BARTON - Shy, blushing type . . . known for her loud sighs and that stamping foot. Ambition: To get her Registration Card. ELEANOR BANFIELD-Pink hair . . . green eyes . . . those curves! . . . tall and terrific . . . Do I worry? Ambition: American passport. BARBARA CAMPBELL-Black feather cut . . . likes dancing . . . known for her writing fin brown inkl . . . mem- ber of Canoe Club . . . collects swing records. Ambition: educated loafer. HFATHER CARLYLE - Alias Charles Eisceps . . . known for her squeeky laugh and her expression, Who snitched my lunch? . . . sits by the chatty pipe in the corner. Ambi- tion: To become a gentle nurse. fThat will take some work, Heatheri. HELEN DUNFEE-Very long brown hair . . . blue eyes , , , five feet five . . collects our class money . . . Torontonian . . . known for her St. John's pin. Ambition: To stand on her head. BEVERLEY FROST-Dynamic type . . . known for swallowing pills with her lunch. Ambition: To get her driver's license. fWe have our doubts.J MARIAN HAMBLEY-Studious . . . our dear president . . . brings all the utensils for the day 4 salt and pepper, etc.J . . . photograph fiend. Ambi- tion: She wishes she knew. CATHERINE IRVING-Likes to read in the closet . . . our Pine Falls gal . . . blonde hair . . . boardver . . . her history notes appreciated by Heather. Ambition: To be able to skate all around the rink once. MARGARET JAMIESON - Brought Frankie to school to make Miss Bell swoon . . . our librarian . . . known for her glossy hair. Ambi- tion: To get her M.R.S. MARJORIE LOVE-Our short dark, pin-up girl . . . known for her happy smile . . . fond of the navy . . . sports a Ravencourt pin . . . allergic to curling her hair. Ambtion: To keep that pin. ROBIN LITTLE-Resembles Veronica Lake .... plus long nails and a drawl . . . known for her drawings of girls' faces. Ambition: To have nails like those on the back of American magazines. SHIRLEY MANESS-Those fingernails! . . . that hair . . . from Domain fsix housesj . . . known for her arguing . . . a boarder. Ambition: To be an elocution teacher. MARIE MCCRIMMON-Tall, shy, blue- eyed girl . . . spends her time put- ting her knee back in joint . . favor- ite subject-the Scripture teacher. Ambition: A nurse. DONALDA MURDOCH - Edits this tripe . . . known for her clean shirts . . . sits and gazes at Sinatra . . . that laugh! . . . spends her time closing the classroom door. Ambition: To be a dietitian. JILL RIDDELL - Known for her sporty nature . . . likes the oppo- site sex iwho doesn't7 . . . untidy desk . . . always borrowing. Ambi- tion: to grow up. GLADYS ROBISOIN-A demure Q? U Scotch lass . . . known for her pro- nunciation of vertically opposite angles . . . such a beautiful complex- ion. Ambition: To be a nurse. CShe'1l succeedly NANCY STOVEL-Everything's just a big laugh . . . short dark hair . . . full of pep . . . her fur coat? ! ! Ambition: To get exempt in June. LOUISE TREWHITT - Delicate absen- tee . . . washes her hair with egg yolks . . . known for her soft, gentle voice. Ambition: To be a housewife. LEONA YOUNG-Quiet, reserved i?J type . . . dark curly hair . .. known for her tanned complexion. Ambi- tion: To get an average over 60 in her exams. Vox Fluminis ffaefeolh W, ' ts. otch JOAN CLEGG-Our musician lstrictly highbrowi . . . sort of peeved with handsome Sc Airmen . . . Practice makes perfect. Ambition: To have hair touching her shoulders. hine model lthat gal's always happy? full of vim, vigor and PEGGY AU1.DeOur suns . . . vitality . . . spells success . . . Rhapsody of words. Ambition: A convoy back to England. JEAN BROWN-Famous for her skating . . . always behind the times . . . desperately trying to keep York Hall at the top of the house point list . . . Speed is essential in all things. Ambition: You're guess is as good as ours. JACKIE PORTEOUS-The skater of eleven north . . . left-handed Louie . . . Look before you leap. Ambition: to get Douglas Hall to the top of the house point list. CE STEWART Dramatic type very patriotic . . . keeps up Air Force moral . . JOY . - . . . Creation sleeps. Ambition: To finish her remake project. f th Junior Fashion Council always in a stew . . . miles LOIS PARKHILL-Member o e . . . behind in dictated notes. Quote: Please can I have 25c for . . . ? Ambition: D'epends on the season. VALERY RAYNER-Our English sweetheart . . . known for her lengthy conversation . . . admired by all who knew her . . . Silence is golden. Ambition: To return to England. EDI'1 OR'S NOTE-Valery returned to her home in England last month CMarchJ. Although we miss her cheery person, we wish her a lot of happiness throughout her activities at home. Vox Fluminis 9 CLASS GRADE TEN CLASS STATISTICS IN A NUTSHELL M o s t ambitious - Bringhurst. fYou should see Mr. Hubble and Birdie talking things over.D Most athletic-Graham. CLights . . . Music . . . Action! I . . . Those legs! Whew! U Most bashful--Finlay. CHer face always matches her hair.D Biggest bluffer-Smith. CHaven't you heard her line in Frenchlb The busiest-Miss Sumi. CTrying to 'teach us French!D Class baby-Swail. C Oh, Miss Martin . . .wail, moan, etc .... how do you do this Algebra?J P.S.-This is not meant to be derogatory, Swail is a darn nice kid. Most class spirit-Grade ten. CWho are we kidding'?D Cleverest-Saunders. 189.5 for an aver- age is pretty hard to beat, 0-r are you all brainwaves?D Best dancer-Slater. CDon't you know the team . . . Grable and Slater?D Most generous-Warrington. CEspecial- ly with those chicken legs at lunch!J Has done most for Grade Ten-Mr. Hubble. CNow we -appreciate Frankie. What! the last name? Sinatra, of courselb Biggest hearted-Jamieson. CWhen in a jam go to Jamieson.J Most independent-Rich. 4Except with men!! Most ladylike-Judd. CExcept when A.W.O.L .... a wolf on the loose!! Best looking-Dunfee. CSound effects . . . low, long whistleslb Man hater-Maclnto-sh. fOr so she says but we have our doubtslb Most musical-MacCallum. CHave you ever heard her play the violin? She really is good.D A N 'ES Best natured-Mcllveen. fOr haven't we heard the Irish in her yet.D Most poise-Young. CWho do you think coached Greer for her part in Mrs. Miniver?D Quietest-Elliott. CWe keep pinching her just to make sure someone is there.J Most studious-Kinneard. CWe wish we knew, and had travelled, half as much.D Takes life in earnest-CSorry nobody answers to that description? Takes life easiest-Hastings. Cno truer words were spoken.J Most talkative-Popham. C Je veux mes cacahuettes. D Tomboy- Newton. CYou mean you didn't come to see our school plays?D Wittiest-Bull. CBut we have to laugh laugh 'cause she's taller than any of us.5 GRADE NINE CLASS NOTES Marjory Mclntyre-Gccie. Pet Peeve-gorry details. Ambition-large vocabulary. Saying- Oh granny! Virginia McMillan-Porky. Pet Peeve-Marjory's big words. Ambition-getting hitched. Saying- For the love of Mike. Josephine Riley-Skinny. Pet Peeve-brothers. Ambition-Skating Cstrictly profes- sionalb. Saying- Do you know? ? Frances White-Bugs. Pet Peeve-Getting blamed. Ambition-Not to be back every Saturday. Saying- It's always Frances. Well 77 0 o a Marion Anderson-Mare. Pet Peeve-Practicing. Ambition-To be buried in Killarney. Saying-'Tm so excited, kiddo! 10 Vox Fluminis Marguerite Purkess-Perk. Pet Peeve-Working. Ambition-What she can do after she's eighteen. Saying- You can shout that out. Elspeth Burris-Elsie. Pet Peeve-Science. Ambition-Blues singer C?D Saying- He says MURDER, he says. Eula Walker- E Pet Peeve-Frank Sinatra. Ambition-To be able to swoon over Frankie. Saying- Are you kidding? '? Barbara Halls-Bar. Pet Peeve-Broken love affairs. Ambition-Artist. Saying- He's simply gorgeous. Mary Burns-Burnsy. Pet Peeve-Homework. Ambition-To go to The Sneak every Thursday. Saying- Oh boy! Mary MacKay- It. Pet Peeve-State of Grade Nine. Ambition-Who knows? Saying- Be quiet! Miss Fuller-two guesses. Pet Peeve-Bubbles. Ambition-aSiXty-four dollar question. Saying- Will you girls please . . . .ii- GRADES VII 85 VIII COur Class in Song? June Baker-Moonlight Becomes You. Joy Knox-Scatterbrain. Helen Emerson-Smiles. Betty Morgan-Whispering. Joan Taylor-The Same Old Story. Julia Harris-Pack Up Your Troubles. Marie McRae-Mairzy Doats. Sheila Lawson-Pretty Little Busybody. Donna Barret-Careless. Ann Lewis-A Sleepy Lagoon. Caroline Dowler-Oh, How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning. Mary Pearson-Till the Lights of Lon- don Shine Again. Lois Huggard-The Strawberry Blonde. Sheila Smith-All, Or Nothing At All. Vera Cook-Barnacle Bill. Joan Carruthers-No Love-No Noth- ing. Gwenyth Alsip--Paper Doll. Marie Swindell-Black Magic. Mercedes George-I Can't Say 'Noi Sigrid Bardal-On Wings of Song. Shelagh Burke-Over There. Ruth Myles-I'm a Little Teapot. Barbara Champ-I Want To Go Back To Old Regina. Mary Mathers-Pistol Packin' Mamma. Barbar MacLean--Brown-Eyed Susie. Miss Douglas-The Bells Are Ringing. ..1 . TEACHERS NOTES To the teachers we, the graduating class, bequeath, TO: Miss Carter-for her little box, all the money left from 1944 edition of Vox Fluminis Capprox. 50cD. Mrs. Munroe-all our meat ration coupons. Mrs. Reid - a l l o u r thermometers broken in Physics lab. Mrs. Jobin-our six pennies that we collected for War Stamps. Mrs. Jones-all our running shoes and gym shorts--she's always in such a hurry. Miss Bell-all our Canadian 'slangf Miss Fuller-all our happy smiles and good wishes. Miss Sumi--les memoires plaisantes d'un soir francais. Miss Martin-xl 0 Miss Douglas-all our 'Sloppy J oes' and unfinished garments. Miss Burns-all our woollen tunics to use for Red Cross articles. Mrs. Price-all our toys Cprotractors, compasses, test tubes, etc.D Mrs. Little-the anticipation of starting all our children at Riverbend. Mrs. Aylwin-all the sinful souls, may- be she can reform them. Miss Stewart and Miss Sigurdson--all our musical ability. fOh! you're get- ting cheated.D Mr. Hubble-our thanks for the H40 winks. Alec--the sunshine of our smiles, in the hope that they will help his Victory Garden. Mrs. McWilliam-our bookcase in the corner, including the contents-for her house. Vox Fluminis ll ACT! IITIES HOUSE N OTELS THEl annual House picnics. took place early in the fall. York and Douglas went to the City Park, where everyone enjoyed the swings, games and animals. Garry Hall held their picnic on the University grounds in Fort Garry, where initiations of the new members to the House were held. One of the teachers offered Nelson Hall the use of her lot in Fort Garry, where it is understood, the Nelsonites spent a very enjoyable afternoon. Although everyone was out of prac- tice, S'port's Day took place in the fall of the year. It was a complete success with Garry winning top honors in both the junior and senior school. At Christmas, each House, with the exception of Douglas, selected a family, to which they gave their annual ham- pers. Douglas, as usual, supplied the Point Douglas Mission with gifts for the children. T'his year, the Houses presented four one-act plays. T'hese were adjudicated, and Douglas won top honors, with their play E'lmer. During the mid-term, Inter-House Basketball and Badminton games were played. There was close competition between the Houses, with Garry win- ning the coveted trophies. Each girl has a strong' feeling for her House, and has co-operated in every way possible to make her own House a success. Ls., s.s., RB., LIBRARY NOTES THIS year a few new books have been. added to our Riverbend S-chool Library, donations being made by some of our English girls. The wo-rk of cata- loguing these an-d relbinding a number of the older editions in red and blue bindings, has progressed slowly' but surely. In later years the Library is to be extended into a larger and more spacious room. In closing, we wish the librarians of future years, the best of luck in making the new library a success. M.J., J.C. SCHOOL DIARY Sept. 9th-Opening day-many new students. Oct. 18th-Field Day-Garry Hall won the cup. Dec. 16th-Christmas Party-held in the school gym. Feb. 11th-French plays-under the direction of Miss E. Sumi and Pro- fessor Glauser. Feb. 18th-House plays-By Mr. Neil's adjudi-cation, Douglas won. Their play was Elmer. Feb. 25th-School Dance-Miss Winni- fred Ruth McIntyre was hostess. There are many interesting events still to be enjoyed during the summer term. Included in these are the Lilac Tea and Graduation. ,l,l.l..,.T-1.1-i-.1 FRENCH NIGHT A-LTHOUGfH this venture was quite different from previous years, it proved very successful. Miss Sumi and Professor Glauser spent a lot of time moulding the plays and stories into amusing, natural, every-day incidents. There were many pleased comments on the evening by members. of the audience. A vote of thanks goes to Miss Sumi for her wonderful patience and careful teaching. ,..1.11 ENGL-ISH PLAYS VIVHESE also were a new venture. The four Houses, Douglas, Nelson, York and Garry, acted respectively, Elmer, The Clockf, The Hat and Stick ,' and Michael.' All four were very inter- 12 Vox Fluminis esting and entertaining. Garry's play was a Russian drama. Mr. Neil, when adjudicating, explained that this was a very difficult first-attempt-but very cleverly attempted. ,i,i.1l GUIDES THIS year the Guides have been unfortunate in losing some of the older Guides of last year. The activi- ties of the Guides have been left in the hands of the younger ones, who have worked hard to maintain our high standard. Our leader is Miss. Mary Harris. We collected toys at Christ- mas to be given to poorer children, and also sold and delivered Guide cookies. The first and second class Guides have been working hard- to pass tests and badges. We hope the future Guides. will work as hard, to build our company into one of the greatest in Winnipeg. J.B. 1-1-.1-. BROWN IES OUR Brown Owl this year is the same as last, Mrs. Oliver, who is assiste-d at meetings by our Tawny Owl, Mrs. Houston. We Brownies are divided into Sixes -the Elves, the Fairies, the Imps and the Pixies. We meet at the school every Friday afternoon at two o-'clock. At our meetings we have an opening ceremony in which we are all Indians. Then we work on our badges, after which we play Brownie games or learn new songs. In closing our meeting we have a pow-wow circle. It is here that all the important decisions are made. The two most important ones last year were: The Birthday Party in June, to which we invited the Guides, was a huge success. The other one was the Flying Upf, when we said good-bye to four of our Brownies, who went to join the Guides. A Brownie go-es around helping peo- ple without letting them kn-ow it. Brownies. are fun! Elvery girl should be a Brownie. C: MCN. ALUMNAE T0 VOX FLUMINIS VOX FLIUMINIS was dedicated to the Alumnae last year and we were very proud. We have endeavored to carry on the traditions of the school, to make the voice of the river heard in the world beyond. The central interest of the Alumnae is always in the school. This year a dance was given for the grade ten and grade eleven students in order that the members of the Alumnae and girls might become better acquainted. Other activities have been planned, namely, Old Girls' Day, a bicycle raffle and this year we are hoping to do something to help improve the school library. Picking up the threads of some of the Alumnae . . . Marg. Dowler is a lab. technician in C-ornwall . . . Katherine Bingeman is doing post-graduate work at the Toronto General Shirley Cruikshanks is a medical technician at the Winnipeg General . . . Kitty Rainey and Ann Kingsley are doing very well at McGill . . . Patricia Northcote is back in England . . . Alice Bull is in the Wrens . . . Janet Edgar is in the Air Force . . . Mary McLeod and Joyce Johnston are graduating from the Uni- versity of Manitoba . . . Barbara South is in nursing . . . many of our new alumnae are attending University, in such courses as' Home Economics, Interior Decorating, Science and Arts. These are only a few of the many alumnae but we all join in wishing you as much happiness as we all had while we were at school. CC The passing tide is opening wide To horizons strange and new, There are great parts for brave hearts, And noble deeds to do- But in all things, memory brings The Voice of the River to youf' 'N 5 WH Vox Flumtnis 13 sp sys AGAIN this year as always, Sports have occupied a big part in our school life. There have been many exciting and interesting games played against other schools, resulting in triumphs and defeats. After school hours enthusiastic players have stayed for extra practices. In these practices we were coached by Mrs. McWilliam without whose aid we could never have reached as high a standard as we have done. We may not have won all the games we played but I am sure that the girls will agree that they have all been great fun and really well Worth While. Our gym periods have been Well Hlled with such activities as pyramids, tumbling, apparatus and exercises. In the fall every girl had an opportunity to try her aim at archery and play Basketiball. In the Christmas term Volleyball took up most of our interest, and under the capable direction of Miss Martin, we entered the Inter-High School Volley- ball L-eague. We all hope that next year we will again be able to enter this League and do even better than- this year. At the end of the Easter term we were very sorry to lose Mrs. McWilliam. CTO fill her place Mrs. Kobold has been with us and we realize that she has efficiently carried us through.D On behalf of all the girls I would like to thank Mrs. McWilliam, Miss Martin, and Mrs. Kobold for all that they have done for us this year and I would also like to thank the rest of the staff for their interest in our games. To all the girls who have lent their co-operation and support to make this year a success in sports I say, Thank you very much. PEGGY AULD, Sports Captain. Eadfaeliall OUR Basketball season this year has been a very active one. Besides playing St. Mary's Academy and Ru- pertsland, we have had the added pleasure of playing against Kelvin High School and the army Jeeps We found it especially interesting to play the last tvvo- mentioned as we learned the rules of boys' Basketball. Although we did not Win in our private games., We suc- ceeded in beating the army in all of the three games that We have played against them. This year we were again able to have our four teams, three senior and one junior team. All the players chosen for these teams have proved their ability in the games which we have played. We Wish to thank both Mrs. Mc- William and Mrs. Kobold for their help in teaching us to play the game. So in closing I would just like to say to the girls- who will be next year's Basketball team . . . In life you have two pleasures for your choosing, One is Winning and the other is losing? E.M. Tk lg., June Bake el ailslater, Jane B un I'. an 5.6 M025 QMH E . '7' gmii m2SE as .GUI -E MH W: 22 z Exw Emi 5m.Z 5222 QGJ QAES Sigh .-Civ, - s Bias 'flu-4 Q15 E335 cuglrl S-4 W 'gif'-E' uf'-'Sm 53:6 emi. E525 5-4 wig-3 U .EO gginugl-4 Swan H852 5.25 Egbw miii 5225 QQQQ Swag agdr 0 6255 u0C5.C HECJ 8.m2 wigs :n'Ug'1?0 3535 5-4 3HEm Zggm 2622 gScg u-1 Ugm 4128! Sing ?: ,QU agen 3:-1 S x-1 OTQQ aiag ,gmac +a'U,Um s WSJ 1-4 s-4 NMS Vox Fluminis 15 GYM IN GENERAL BADMINTON LATE in annual girls were little time went off as the fall, Riverbend had its Sports Day. None of the well trained because of so to practice, but the events scheduled with nearly every girl in the school taking part in at least one event. Every grade has three gym periods a week. A certain amount of time is set for the various activities. For in- stance one period might be taken up with marching, the next with apparatus and the third with a variety programme of perhaps five -different games or dances. Most girls enjoy gym because it adds a little more action to the day's curriculum. It allows everyone to let OH excess energy and to get a good stretch after studying in desks for the part of a day. Last year's gym display was a great success and we owe a vote of thanks to Mrs. Kobalt for her patience in train- ing us before it was presented. One of the main features was to illustrate the relaxing exercises which are used so universally at present by war workers. Box and horse work as well as bal- ance beams were featured. During this year under the direction of Mrs. M-cWilliam, we have learned a number of new things such as tum- bling and many types of pyramids. The girls. feel that our gym periods have been a great success and that we have not only had invigorating exer- cise, but have learned a great deal. E.K. ii-....l SWIMMING SWIMMING has been one of the main sports enjoyed by the girls of River- bend, from grad.e three up. Classes have been held every Wednesday after- noon, and for the benefit of tho-se who could not swim, there was some special instruction given. Under the able su- pervision of Mrs. McWilliam, these classes at the Y.W.C.A. were a lot of fun and a great benefit to all of the girls participating. BADIMINTON has again played an active part in the School activities this year. The partners for the doubles of former years were slightly changed, as both the girls had to be from the same House. There was keen competi- tion among the large number of par- ticipants. The girls turned up at eleven o'clock Saturday mornings to defend their respective Houses. Some girls were experienced players whilst others were making a very good start. We seemed to overcome the fact that the war caused a shortage of birds. We extend our congratulations to Gail Graham and Jill Riddell, defeating Frances White and Joan Newton in the finals, played off before Easter. H.C. VOLLEYBALL THIS year, for the second time, River- bend entered into the Inter-High School Volleyball League. This was the third year of Volleyball for our school. At the beginning of the term many of the girls were unfamiliar with the game, but after careful constructive coaching from Miss Martin the girls soon picked it up. We played schools from all over the city and won a good many of our games. In playing off these games we made friends with the girls of other schools. Altogether this sea- son of Volleyball has been very suc- cessful and we hope that next year an even keener interest will carry our team to the top. G.G. .11T-T-1 RIDING RIDING has been a lea.ding sport in the school, although not quite so popular as others. The girls have taken riding lessons at the Cambridge Stables every Friday afternoon. Many thanks to Mrs. McWilliam for her splendid co-operation in making this sport such a success. S AM TE BALL VOLLEY MacIntosh. elyn mon. raham, E MacCrim P Um 'Fl S CU 30 --1 33 E E-P+? v-15-4 Sig 4-Ig.,GJ 0456 in. s-1.2 C50 Ev-3.2 22.5 OJ O Pa 530+-f Q-:cg 5 :img V1 bniqw ESE .3 Q SEE ,Q -as 11:2 omg D-UU..-. ,EM 25:1 S-1,-QU Ez: UJTVT Las ceo pg Di 'UTS 'zfzrls-. v-umm Vox Fluminis 17 !..l'l'E.I AI l FALLEN BLOSSOMS IT WAS a simple little cottage, with slender roses entwining themselves around the heavy oaken. door, and yet there was that look about it which made you suppose it was built just for the family who lived in it. They were simple folk too, kind and very sweet as were the roses which gave a delicate scent into the summer air and which ever stretched their climbing stems until they finally succeeded in covering the whole front of the house, emerging in mystic splendour under the eaves. Autumn, summer, winter or spring, no matter what the season or weather, the sun always seemed to be reflected in the sparkling glass windows, which gave the impression of twinkling eyes so bright they were. The cottage stood in a garden full of beautiful flowers, with green sloping lawns and stone-flagged paths. At the foot of one of these winding paths there stood a wooden gate which had a familiar screech to it, at least it was familiar to the occupants of the house, and which opened out o-nto a large expanse of sand. Beyond that the sing- ing waves of the ocean flung foam- crested spray far up the beach. The cottage was called the Golden Flute because in summer whe-n the wind was low the bees would gather around the multi-colo-red blossoms and their hum- ming and the faint tinkle of the blue- bells-if you listened very closely you could sometimes hear the bluebells ring--sounded so very-like a Golden Flute. When the war commenced in other parts of the world it was still far from the little cottage of the Golden Flute, and yet as the war drums rolled louder the family living there were not wholly free from the sorrow of it. The Ashmens, as the owners of the cottage were called, had a son, Martin. Martin was a tall lad, very slender with clear cut features and grey-blue eyes. His hair was dark like his mothers and he had her voice and the same sweet smile. From his father, who was a distinguished surgeon, Martin got his height and humorous, laughing eyes. When Martin was young he always wanted to be a doctor and when he grew up he decided to study medicine. At eighteen, Martin went to the University at Edinburgh, where he studied for two years. Then came the fatal year of war when everyones life was changed and when thousands of men, women and children were being mercilessly killed and tortured in the awful terror and cruelty of war. Martin began to think of joining up as all his friends around him began joining the navy, army or air force. After talking it over with his parents it was decided that he should enlist in the navy, since he knew quite a bit about boats and was interested in them. Martin then took eight months of officers training course, after which he emerged as a full-fledged sub-lieutenant in the Royal Naval Reserves. He was then given a month's leave before reporting for active duty. The month was spent at home with his mother and father and sometimes when his father was out on a case, he and his mother would wander down to the sea shore and watch the rolling waves and the seagulls flying high above them as they used to when Mar- tin was a child. Each day was a treasured memory in Martin's mind, yet each day brought him closer to the time of parting. Eventually the day of leave-taking arrived and Martin went for a last stroll round the garden where he had spent his childhood days. Strangely enough everything seemed so much more beautiful then, than it 18 Vox Fluminis had ever done before. The flowers gave off a sweeter scent and the bluebells rang so very clearly in. the fresh, still air, while the ocean's roll was even more wonderful as it beat upon the shore. Martin went alone to the station be- cause he wanted to keep the memory of his mother and father standing in the gateway covered with climbing roses, until he came home and could stand beside them looking back on the tur- moil and unhappiness of war. For the first few days away from home Martin felt his loneliness very keenly, but gradually the changes of his new life gave him other things to think of and he found new friends and new interests. When The Courageous put to sea Martin wrote each week to his mother and father telling them all that hap- pened to him. He liked the navy im- mensely and became interested in navigation, which he studied whenever he got the opportunityf The other sub- lieutenants were all young boys about Martin's age and in the evenings they would sit and talk together or play games in the officers' cabin. For the first few weeks they saw no action and were all very disappointed. Dr. and Mrs. Ashmen continued to re- ceive cheery letters from their son, and sent him large parcels of food and clothing every week. Then one day a ,submarine was sighted off the port bow of H.M.S. Courageous The action alarm was sounded and Martin took his position on the bridge, relaying messages from the captain to the engine room. The machine guns spluttered relent- lessly and several depth charges were released. The submarine opened fire and one shot struck the port engine room, throwing the engines out of con- trol. A fire started in the cabins below deck next to the engine rooms and a few of the men were trapped in the burning blaze. Another shot found its mark in the stern of the ship and the order was given to lower the lifeboats. Martin, disobeying the order, dashed below decks in an endeavor to save some of the engine crew. Grasping an axe beside one of the doors he slashed through the wooden door and dragged one of the nearest men outside. Two others, still able to walk, although they were blinded with smoke, stumbled out, while Martin went back for the last man. Unable to find him, Martin called after his shipmates, but they were al- ready on deck. The fire was spreading rapidly and by the time Martin re-ached the companionway he was trapped. Gasping for breath, half-smothered by the smoke, he staggered along and lay in a crumpled heap on the bottom step. Gradually the bright flames cast by the burning ship were seen no more on the dim horizon, and the Courage- ous, sank far below the surface, never again to sail the seas. A few days later, in a beautiful garden by the seashore, a woman sat watching the birds flying above the ocean and listening to the drowsy hum of the bees. A maid, in clear white uniform brought out a tray with a pot of tea and carried under her arm the afternoon mail. The tray she set down on a table bene-ath the apple trees, and the mail she politely handed to the woman. A smile spread over the woman's face as she took up the first letter and recognized her son's writing. Eagerly she opened it, and read and re-read it, happily smiling all the while. It was not until afterwards that she noticed a telegram at the bottom of the pile of letters. Cold fear clutched at her heart and her face was no longer smiling. With trembling hands she tore open the envelope, and only then did she learn the truth. All these months she had known that this would happen sometime and now at last it had come. Through misty tears she saw the leaves on the trees were changing color, and were falling softly to the ground. How strange, she thought, I had not realized until now that autumn is coming and old blossoms are fading. Blossoms were fading and gone, and her son., Martin, was gone too. Gone forever. But is not the world a garden, full of the choices-t fiowers of earth, and Martin then, is he not too a blossom? In time all the Vox Fluminis 19 blossoms fade, and fall, but in their place, there grows an even greater flower, more delicately moulded, and more perfect, with a more exquisite scent, to give into the cool summer air. And so in Martin's place will grow another flower next year, and so the world goes on and on and the garden change-s, yielding new fruits in spring to take the place of autumns fallen blossoms. Peggy Auld, Grade XI, Garry Hall. .1u LIZA JANE Now Liza Jane am a leetle girl, She leeve by de reever bank, An' dan fo' hour she watch seem swirl, Weeth her dog whose name am Hank. Her mama tell her she gonna fall In de reever one dese day, But Liza Jane she naver care, An' dese ees wha' she say: Mama I weel be a'right, I ain't a chil' no mo'. Y An' after dat she ron away Down to de reever shore. An sure enough she start to fall An' lan' right on de breenk, Oh, den she start to wail an' call, De breenk begun to sink. But Hank he drag her to de shore, Her beatin' she had earned, She promised to go dere no mo', Her lesson she had learned. June Baker, Grade VII, Nelson Hall. .,..,. , A COMPARISON THE MORNING was calm and beauti- ful. Joy was everywhere from the new green plants to the caroling sky- lark. The sun rose higher in the clear blue, and the glistening dew-drops dried, watering the flesh green buds. Although everything was joyous this morning, clouds had gathered in the west. They lashed each other, deepen- ing in color until they became ominous shades of black, green, and yellow. They blotted out the sun, and so the world became dark. It waited for an instant, and then a terrifying rod of blue lightning ripped the clouds asunder, joined quickly with a bullet- like clap of thunder. The rain came down in blinding sheets, blurring out all view of the drenched earth. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the storm slid grumblingly off to the east, with only an occasional rumble of thunder. The sun pushed its way out, just as if nothing had happened, and a beautiful rainbow arched its delicate way across the receding clouds. Life is like this. Childhood is joyous, it prepares us for the oncoming test. or the storm. When the storm is past, we are left clean and unafraid. No matter how black the surging clouds may have looked, no matter how diliicult our trials may have seemed, we have sur- mounted them all. And now at the end we look peacefully back on the soft grey behind us, made beautiful and glowing with the rainbow of success. Barbara McLean, Grade VII, York Hall. l1. . HOAR FROST HOAR FROST is Mother Nature's lace. She uses it to trim the trees in wintertime. It is white and crisp and looks like myriads of little white ruffled ballet skirts. When the sun shines on it, it glistens like tiny diamonds do. It seems to be holding its breath for fear some small puff of wind would knock it off its twig and cause it to lose its small part in life's great ballet. If, on a sunny day, one looks up through frosted trees into the bluest of skies, one can see a faint tipping of rose and gold on the edge of each hoary flake. Each separate flake looks like a pair of angel's wings, folded as though the angels were in prayer. Perhaps each is thanking the Maker for fashioning all such small things so perfectly. Ellen Kinneard, Grade X, York Hall. 20 Vox Fluminis THE PIPERS' CALL From over the wooded highland hills Into the sunlit glen, The notes brought thrilled and quicken- ing beats To the hearts of the listening men. So tall and straight in the swinging kilt, He soothed her quick alarms, Young and eager to answer the call, The pipers' call to arms. And with the thought of other battles Well fought, but dearly won, She watched him climb the mountain path, The last, and best-loved son. In the purple haze of a heather field, Against the evening sky, The distant figure looked back once more, Then went to win or die. A wooden cross on a lonely hill In the bleak, grey down, And a woman, with tearless, anguished eyes, And none to lean upon. Marilyn Smith, Grade X, Garry Hall. i..11.T....i-..l. NIGHTMARES I WIGGLED and squirmed in my bed until everything stuck to me, and my flannel nighty felt like a layer of seal- skin around me. Why wasn't I born a Betty Grable or a Joan Bennet? I'd simply love to have green eyes and black hair instead of the most common in America. Even if I did brush it a hundred times each night it would still look the same. Straight as a poker and brown. I wriggled some more but only felt worse. I must ask mother again if I can dye my hair black. I am sure it would look so much better. Mothers are so difficult these days. I expect I must have worried myself to sleep for the next thing I remember was entering a large beautiful green plastic building which made me feel like Alice in Wonderland. Over the doorway was written Through these doors lies beauty for all. At the door were two footmen dressed from head to toe in lollipop-red suits. They opened the door and I pranced in, in my dirty gingham pinafore, feeling like a queen. The first room I entered was filled with bottles of perfume with most exquisite scents. Small bottles, large bottles, green bottles, pink bottles, all in different shapes. I picked one up in the shape of a flower. It was called Happiness, and underneath it said, Price-Contentment. How silly, I thought, I guess I can pay for that. At the end of the room was a door labeled Lip Charmsf' so I hurried on to it. Tubes and tubes of bright lipsticks in beautiful cases, red ones, orchid ones, every kind. I pulled out a mirror from my pinafore pocket and commenced to delicately dab some Stop Red on. I walked to the end of the room where there was a door labeled For brown hair. Hurry, I said to myself, and boldly stepped in. I found myself in a room filled with dainty pink basins all filled with dyes of different colors for drab brown hair. I quickly chose a blue black. My hair emerged for the most part black and, even thought it was straight, I imagined myself quite attractive. The next room was for the nails and face. I applied some dark red polish to my nails and flourished some eye- shadow on. I fancied the marshmellowy creams a little old. The door at the end of this room led me into one for powder. I delicately powdered my nose with a grand feather puff but found all the powder hard on the lungs, and moved on to a door labeled You. This was going to be fun. Excitedly I opened the door into a mirrored room. Oh! my goodness, is that me, my hair, my lips? Mercy, it couldn't be. There was eye shadow all over me and I looked as if I had two black eyes. There was lipstick on my teeth and nose. My hair was dripping with blue black dye and my eyes looked browner Vox Fluminis 21 than ever. There I stood looking like an artificial girl. Then, all of a sudden things began to rock, the mirrors cracked and the floor fell through and I seemed to drop for miles and miles sending my heart spinning. Then bang! It was all over. I was awake on the floor, clinging to my nice brown locks for dear life. Mary MacKay, Grade IX, Garry Hall. 1 T0 SPRING Oh! Spring, thou herald of the new born earth, Come once again and give our world new birth. And with thy silver flute triumphant call All nations be at rest. Peace be to all.', Let thy new seeds from hill and valley spring, Let bush and flower forget the nettles sting, Wipe from the earth the scars of wars scarce done, But that the years unveil a fiercer one Oh! Spring, stretch forth thy gentle hand, And calm the tumult of our restless land. Peggy Auld, Grade XI, Garry Hall. NATURE EVERYTHING was still. The lake was as smooth as a mirror, and the motionless emerald trees stood in relief against the bright blue arch overhead. The sun was still lo-w in the east, but this beautiful morn was warm. The stillness was overpowering, as you stood and tried to hear the sound that was not there. Not even the birds were carolling their morning sonatina. Apparently they, too, were impressed at the motionless day that was being born. A harsh noise suddenly shattered the stillness. It was the sound of the motor of a swiftly flying boat, skimming light- ly over the mirror-like water. The boat was quite far away, but this seemingly winged vessel soon passed the beautiful bit of shore I was standing on, disturb- ing the water into large ripples which soon died away, as they lapped gently against the golden sands. In the boat were some unfortunate mortals going away from this beauty back to the noise and grime of the city. Mary Mathers, Grade VIII, Douglas Hall. -L11-l-T1--.1-Q THE CITY OF BENARES T'was crowded out with children, And such happiness was their's, For they were on a voyage On the City of Benares. They were fleeing from the danger Of bombshelled London town, None of those kiddies ever guessed Their ship was going down. How were they to know, poor things, That they would die that day, By a cruel and mighty German stroke Of hate and unfair play. The ship was struggling through the storm When the submarine was sighted, The warnings echoed from the bridge And the distress flares were lighted. No panic swept along those decks So packed with little ones, They had their lifebelts safely on And stood and watched the Huns. A mighty crash soon rent the air So survivors stated, Another English vessel caught And precious cargo fated. How many lives were ruined When that torpedo was released? Hundreds of children's names appeared In the column marked Deceased The crew all made a valiant try To get the lifeboats down, To help those little children In their efforts not to drown. But no one came to help them, The sea was in a rage, And so this German slaughter Was the tragedy of our age. Jill Riddell, Grade XI, Garry I-Iall. 22 Vox Fluminis BETWEEN TW Ol SUNS ALL nature seemed asleep. To the flaming ball of sun showing its blushing forehead above the horizon, the world was a pleasant sight. It was as if at dawn each day, a new era began. The grass and trees stirred, trying to rid themselves of a drowsy stupor that had held them captive for twelve short hours. T'he little stream meandering through the friendly forest regained its lost gaiety. Twigs snapped a few yards away, and a small deer trotted into the mossy glade. He was wobbly on his long gangling legs, and his winter coat, shaggy now after long winter months, was being replaced by smooth fur. The slight animal's alert eyes searched among the shrubs for his friend, Snubby. But Snubby was nowhere to be seen. He was playing footy with the sandman under the shade of soft ferns. He and Snubby were only a few months old, but were already loyal friends, although as different as black and white. They were the hare and tortoise of the woodland universe. Gabby being the fleetest, was the hare, and Snubby, habitually trailing behind, was the tortoise. Gabby was thirsty, this fine spring morning and so he bent down to take a long, cool drink from the clear pool. Snubby chose this moment to wander aimlessly into the nook, with his eyes half-closed. He neared the bank of the shallow pond and ran head-long into Gabby. The latter fell into the water, while Snubby overcome with exhaustion, sank to the ground and proceeded to finish his game with the sandman. This episode had the opposite affect on Gabby. It revived his spirits and the thought of food entered his head. As- he stumbled over Snub-by's un- conscious form, he whistled a tune in his own deer way, and set off through the forest in search of breakfast. S-nubby, recognizing this pre-dinner lullaby, followed Gabby with amazing alacrity,-for ,Snubby lo-ved his food. Having replenished.themselves they started down the mountain. T'he shrill shriek of the annoying jay roused. their anger, and off they sped. The clear, bristling air cleared their lungs and filled their bodies with an exhilarating sensation. Never would they tire of this, now they were free to so-ar with the birds as swiftly as the wind. They neared the end of the hill an.d came lolloping in for the finish. Gabby turned to see lovable Snubby wearily wend his way into the coo-1, sequestered valley. They would have to rest awhile before beginning the weary ascent ba-ck home, but they could bide their time by scraping the velvet OH their new antlers. Gabby began vigorously rub- bing his horns on the rough bark, -but Snubby used his tree for a leanin.g post and promptly began to snore. Turning to waken him, Gabby's eyes caught the gleam of metal flashing in the surrounding woods. This was the enemy! His first thought was for Snubby. He whistled wierdly and Snubby' sens- ing the danger, fled from the hostile valley beside his fleet friend. T'error struck at their hearts. Their legs seemed filled with lead. Why wouldn't their feet go faster? They ran wildly, blindly! A bullet grazed the soft fur of .Snubby's ear. Another found its way into Snubby's right' flank. A third missle stopped his heart. He slumped to the ground with a retching gurgle. The pupils of his baby eyes sank out of sight. The sound reached Gabby. He turned and his blood froze in his. veins. In- stinct warned him to leave, but all at once he felt lonely. He wanted to stay and talk to the silent form beside him. Something told him he had witnessed a similar scene once before in his life. Only this morning he had stumbled over Snubby's unconscious form. Only then there hadn't been the ominous silence there was now, nor the pool of blood behind his head. Gabby couldn't cry. The tears just Vox Fluminis 23 wouldn't come. Cracking twigs warned him to Hee. He wanted so badly to take Snubrby with him, he tried drag- ging the body, but it was immobile. Sadly Gab'by trotted into the shadow of the friendly forest. He was safe but it didnft matter, now that Snubby was gone. Exhausted and sick at heart the lonely deer sank to the ground and fell into a troubled stupor. Behind him the sun. sank beneath the horizon. Next morning it would return to begin another era. Lois Parkhill, Grade XI, Garry Hall. Tt .i. SPRING The mountain streams go racing down From every mountain's melting crown, The skylark mounts the heavens to sing He is a herald of the spring. The white clouds scud across the sky, Over the bay the seagulls cry, The oceans waves are leaping high All white with foam as they rush by. The April sky, a sapphire blue 'Tinted with clouds of every hue The glorious sun sets in the west, The darkness spreads, proclaiming rest. Barbara McLean, Grade VII, York Hall. 1..l.. THIS LAND I LEAVE BEHIND CANADA-what a beautiful name. How well it describes the open prairies, the stately mountains, the glorious lakes and rivers that belong to Canada. When I first thought of Canada, I thought of wild Indians chas- ing buffaloes over the prairies, of small groups of people living, half-civilized, in an empty country, in daily terror of the attacks from wild animals. I wondered how it was ever given such a romantic name. Well, I have lived in Canada for three years now. I have come to the conclusion that it is a wonderful co-untry, a country in which its people should have great pride. What a country Canada must be for those who like to be free. What a joy it gives you to wander along the rocky shores of Canadais beautiful lakes, to look out over the vast expenses of forest or prairie, to cry with the loon or to laugh with the sky, to spend your life as you please. I spent one glorious month in outdoor Canada. I slept under the stars, I canoed through lakes and rivers. I was carefree and ate, slept, and did as I pleased. The wild animals were my companions. My heart was free. With a bump I came back to reality, to civilization. It was like walking into a stone wall. Civilization meant shoes and skirts, electric lights and running water. But no, it was not unpleasant. I came in contact with Canada's people. The friendship of the Canadians is world-famous. They open their homes, hearts and country to any in need of them and what an assorted band of refugees have landed on Canada's shore! The Canadian is the Englishman, the Scot, the Russian, the Irishman, the Frenchman, the American and the German, in fact every single nationality in the world is represented in Canada. Canada's history is a romance. I often imagine the feelings of Champlain as he, for the first time, stood on the top of Mount Royal and peered for miles around him, until even the green of the forests and the blue of the lakes dwindled together into a sombre grey. I often think of Wolfe at Quebec, fight- ing to win Canada for England, fighting to win this mighty land, that ended, he knew not where. I often think also of Laura Secord and wonder if any of these had visions of Canada as it is to- day. I believe they did. I believe the thought of it inspired them onwards with a new courage. Although I could never think it as wonderful, as beautiful, as divine as my England, there are many things I like about Canada. I like its vastness, its free air, its scenery, its hurriedness and yet its peacefulness, its loyalty to Eng- land and its people themselves. Yes, it is a wonderful country. How proud Canadians should be to know that they 24 Vox Fluminis can call themselves Canadians, how sorry I am to leave this Canada of yours. Valery Rayner, Grade XI, Nelson Hall. i,T, AUTUMN BEAUTY Welcome to you, rich Autumn Days, Ere comes the cold leaf-picking wind, When golden stooks are seen in fields, All standing arm and arm entwined, And gallons of sweet cider seen, On trees in apples red and green. -W. H. Davies. AUTUMN is without doubt a season of mists and mellow fruitfulnessf' The colour of the leaves has deepened and there has come a sen.se of beauty, singular and sad, like a smile left upon the face of a dead summer. The forest has become a painted forest, with an ever-thinning canopy and an ever- thickening carpet of crimson and gold, everywhere there is a low crackling underfoot and a slow rain of colour. The air is thick with the drowsy and bitter smell of smoke, rising slowly from the many heaped piles of leaves along the winding road. The children come running with rosy cheeks, flaxen curls and sparkling eyes, tripping and skipping among the fallen leaves, mak- ing them into veritable mansions. Joining the children in the leaves are our animals, now beginning to dis- appear. T'he birds fly :by like shadows on a silver plate. They are swiftly winging their way down to- the sunny south. The squirrels are making their preparations for winter, as they run across open fields, carrying the rich, juicy, brown nuts in their tiny mouths. The rabbit is slowly changing his brown summer clothes for a white fur -coat, in his preparation for the long, cold days ahead. God gave me in these little pictures an idea of the loveliness in which he has clothed Nature. One of Nature's clothes is the at- mosphere. Autumn air can be neither hot nor cold, but breathless and quiet, on one day, but the next day, the cold, leaf-picking wind swirls around the corner of one's house, making you realize that winter days are not far distant. The tang of pickles co-oking,, coming from the house kitchen win- dow, seems to suggest that even Mother Brown is vying with Mother Nature in further scenting the autumn air. ' Far above the autumn air are the clouds, sleeping on the blue mid-fields of heaven-floating clouds, all pure and white as new shorn flocks, who- are fresh from the crystal brook. As the day wears on, one notices the sunset. The sunsets in autumn are strikingly beautiful. T'he sun gradually' wheels his big, broad disc down into the west. The horizon becomes a fine golden tint, changing gradually into the rosy gleam of a precious jewel, from that into a violet haze, and finally changing into the deep azure of the mid-heaven. Fort Garry, in the -distance, is pale, shim- mering gold bathed in the last rays of the setting sun. To the west one notices our wheat fields. After the so-wing of the wheat in spring, the careful tending in sum- mer, then comes the reward in autumn. The harvesting season is one of thank- fulness and prayer. The vegetable gar- dens are turned over, displayin.g the rich, dark earth. Nearfby stand pails of rich, ripe, juicy tomatoes, big, yel- low pumpkins, that will soon be made into tasty pies, huge sacks o-f potatoes waiting to be stored in readiness for winter. Then, in the country, stands the golden wheat, waving slightly by the caress. of the wind. In some fields stand threshing machines, ready' to thresh this precious product. But, in a field of stooked wheat, stands. the Harvester. He stands, strikingly ma- jestic, against the sky. His face, tanned and rugged, shows the labor of the past few months. He wears a dirty, dusty pair of blue denim o-veralls, a blue faded shirt, open at the neck, and on his feet, a soiled pair of working boots. He is resting on his hoe, his bronzed hand raised to his forehead, looking over his harvest, and thanking God for all that he has done. The Vox Fluminis 25 harvester has done his work and has deserved his well-earned rest. As the last load of grain is hauled to- the granary, the dusky harvest moon rises in a deepening sky. As candles guide the weary to rest, stars light up the heavens and the autumn night covers the earth. Gentle night, like a welcome blanket, wraps up a tired earth, weary from a summer's toil. In the stillness of the night, we seem to hear the joy- ful peal of churchbells, calling the wor- shippers to service. In our mind's eye, we see the white-surpliced choir come through the arches of golden grain, singing: Come ye thankful people, co-me, Raise the song of harvest home, All is safely gathered in, Eire the winter storms begin. Donalda Murdoch, Grade XI, York Hall. ii. THE STORM THE cool evening breeze swept inland, gently ruffling the moonlit surface of the undulating waters. The tiny wavelets swirled and eddied on the silent beach, like malevolent fingers striving vainly to grasp some inaccess- ible object. And on the shore, a group of trees clung tenaciously to mother earth whilst their glinting leaves whispered untold secrets in hushed tones. Here peace and quietness reigned supreme. Now, even the lapping of the waves had stopped. A strange calm had settled over land and sea, a profound silence that carried with it a strange sense of disaster. One by one the candles in heaven were extinguished as if by some un- seen hand. A cloud floated over the mo'on's face and it too was gone, leav- ing only an expectant darkness. Some- where in that unpenetrable night a storm was born. A The sea, once calm, was now a boil- ing, bu-bbling cauldron. Its waves towered uncannily and dashed them- selves mercilessly on the immovable sands. The sky was split thunde-rously with a jagged flash of flame. Rain slashed doiwn unendingly. The wind screamed in sympathy and lifted the waves bodily out of the sea to thrash them remorselessly against the un- yielding trees. The strength of the storm seemed ever-increasing. The noise was deafening. All the forces of evil seemed bent on the destruction of the land. Was it for days or only hours that this living demand rent its fury on earth? Slowly, reluctantly the storm abated. The sea once more grew calm and still. The wind dropped and with one last feeble gust, died, and was heard no more. The rain relented and seemed to dry up from its source. The storm at last was over, leaving only the memory and a group of bedraggled trees on a wide lonely beach. A calm settled once more, broken only by the spasmodic, futile efforts of the dead storm to revive itself to the full glory of its intensity. The tiny wavelets once more beat their mournful tattoo on rain-drenched sands. On the shore a group of trees huddled closely together, as if for shelter. Their leaves shivered in a cool breeze, relinquishing drops of rain which fell noisily, continuously, to the ground beneath. The sky was an end- less mass of grey clouds which hurried in on their way into space. Here peace and quietness once more reigned. ' Far away to the East the sky became tinged with gold streaks of light spread over the sky. Grey clouds rolled back and disappeared over the Western horizon. The world became lighter and lighter. The dark waters turned a de- licate blue and splashed gaily on a dry exposed beach. The trees rustled contentedly as they prepared them- selves for another day of glorious tropi- cal weather. Presently the dawn came, as the sun rose slowly out of its golden cushion and filled the wakening world with sunshine and happiness. As the sun rose majestically, the memory of the terrifying storm was lulled, dozed, and finally slept. Gladys Robison, Grade XI, York Hall. 26 Vox Fluminis Qaacfaalian THE thirteenth graduation of River- bend. School took place on June 16th, 1943. Although we were the thir- teenth class to graduate, superstition took a back seat and the day proved most enchanting. For several weeks we had been atwitter over the forthcoming gradu- tion. The main reason perhaps being that it would be necessary for us to wear short white frocks this year Cdue to war-time restrictionsb instead of our usual long ones. Many bitter tears were shed over this loss for it seems that graduation is not graduation with- out long dresses. However, we were consoled with the fact that we would be the first class to appear in short dresses-and would therefore be set- ting an original vogue-which helped greatly to restore our lost pride. Therefore on a beautiful summer day, the class of 1943 trooped patri- otically out in gay war-time models of the graduation dress. We all felt very proud! The service, as usual, took place in Westminster Church, where Doctor Crossley Hunter addressed the twenty members of the graduating class- moving and impressing them to great depths. . une 16, 1943 After the service the guests were invited to- a garden party held in the school grounds. There was great ex- citement and we, the graduating class, were very much in the limelight, as the honored guests, what with a soft musical background, cameras flashing and proud parents- beaming. The climax of the day came in the evening when Ellizaibeth Irish, Betty McGuinness, Kitty Rainey and Ann Parkhill were hostes-ses at a dinner party preceding the dance. Each girl received little favors as souvenirs of the all-important occasion. Later in the evening Miss Carter very kindly chaperoned a small in- formal dance at the school at which the happy couples swirled and whirled to the chippy notes of the conventional juke-box. Much later we went home tired but very happy, the important day being over. And now because we are no longer a part of the actual student body, we feel a little sad and 'look back with longing on all our happy memories at the dear old school but-then we look forward to old-girls' day and realize that we will never actually lose con- tact with our school days. A.P. lllfl!I1'l'ull'l'lllll'zfilwmvll'Wil 1 ix 5E 3,,' I ,il INK? 1 ll we l' lla Wi. xi-' H li Aw 'X i t . . ,li 1. 1 5. .' l that ai, ,.Q,. ...,rla5g I . l'u N , ill. A a:gf'zniilli!llw6Z.'!il f 'WXJ Vox Fluminis 27 flwjwu' Manga T is impossible to mention everything that has grown dear to us at school in these few lines. The plays, sports and varied activities stand out strongly in our minds, but it is the little incon- spicuous things such as school spirit and your unconscious co-operation that we have grown to know and love. Your big friendly smiles have made our job more enjoyable, made us feel we have your support. This is a bless- ing, as you will only realize when it is your turn to lead and guide your school. Dear Girls: It is never easy for rowdy girls to suddenly change and attempt to keep law and order. On the verge of gradua- tion we are able to look back and see the change in ourselves. It is an im- provement, for we are stepping out into a large sphere. You will appreciate this change when you enter your senior '7eacfzea4 ' 14 f ff? 1' J-A-Z4--+1 - '4f4.-CJ- ' Fi- ' ,, 5 year. You will have broader outlook and a steadier mind to meet the knocks life is sure to give you. To the six who take our places on the bench we wish the best of luck. With you it is going to be your task to reinstate peace and happiness in this land for future generations. To the girls we sadly leave behind and to those who have not yet entered the school, we write, hoping that some day you will feel the way we do about the school with the grey and red uni- form. The year of your graduation you will realize what the school has given you. Manwhile, appreciate the present, for soon enough you will inherit all that we have inherited, and more. We say good-bye, carrying with us many treasured memories that will never die. With best wishes for the future. THE PREFECTS, 1943-44. Q.. , mf- -an -we w ,., 51- aw 0.. , N :Z Lib, 'M m Q..- -1 ,X -Q Q ..x , -Y W. .N .lf 3.3 X .W Q w N., i ev ci w , - .ns fx,-X1 , , x 1 ,w af' 1943-1944 qw .,N ,F , ,V ,A 'Het ,I . .' J. I 4 -1:4 '1.'.. A - . , Vox Flumi,n'i s 'W V, w - m ' . u , M ,4 f 'A' 'A' 1- W ff QQ 1- .X ' QW l vu ' . oQ,lAf7,m9U WWW IA JQLWMMKJJ v D 'g f n K Vox Fluminis 31 THE END OF A PERFECT DAY IT was such a beautiful day, sighed Sheila as she started to gather the food from her picnic, and now it is starting to rain and the wind is rising again. Two weeks of nothing but rain and howling wind and then the first decent day the same thing starts all over again. It is pretty awful, isn't it, Soda? she aske-d. But her small cocker just grunted as he was interested only in his bone. Come on, old boy, she shouted, we'd better get started. Darn it all, she muttered to herself, if I thought it was going to rain, I would have brought the car. It seems so dismal walking through the woods now. As they trudged along an old shack suddenly came into view, and Soda started barking excitedly. Stop it, she commanded, but she too was excited and taken in by this crumbling place with the small light burning in the window. She sen.sed something sinister in the air, and quickened her pace, all the while trying to quieten Soda. Suddenly she heard a loud bang and Soda started yelping. She ran to him and found his foot caught in a trap. Sheila tried her best to free him, but could not budge the heavy trap. She knew she would have to get help from the shack because Soda's paw was bleeding badly and his cries were get- ting fainter and fainter. She shuddered as she hurried ner- vously towards the place and up the small walk. Eavery step she took made her heart quicken a pace, until by the time she reached the door, she was conscious only of the rhythmic thumps of her heart and the barely audible cries of her dog. She automatically touched the door bell and a servant im- mediately appeared. My dog, she whispered weakly, has caught his paw in this trap. Would you please help me unfasten . . . You fool, cut in the servant, you know dogs are not allowed here Miss Sheila, and you might have guessed that there were traps. But since he is only a small cocker I'll take him. Go and see Mr. Johnston, he's in the first room at the end of the hall. She looked at him startled and drew Soda closer to her. Many things she had not noticed before, she noticed now. Why was there a door bell on the shack and a servant inside? Why this luxuriously furnished room? Who was the man who expected her, and how did he know her name? Mr. Johnston is waiting, he said sharply. But Soda . . . I want . . . Give me the dog, snapped the man snatching Soda from her, and get going, he commanded. Y-yes, she faltered. She walked slowly down the hallway and opened the large door at the end of it. There she saw a short stout man sitting behind a big oak desk, apparent- ly reading his mail. Well, Sheila, how about it?,' he asked. I think it's about time you- here he broke off abruptly. He was now looking up at her, his black eyes merely slits. Who in the devil are you? he asked hoarsely. Your butler told me to come here, she replied in a frightened voice. so heref' she laughted weakly, well here I am. Oh, I see, he said and she noted a sigh of relief in his voice. But what did you come here for in the begin- ning? Yo-u see, my dog got his paw caught in a trap, just outside here, which I couldn't unfasten, so I brought him in. You mean there is a dog here? he shouted. Jones, come here, he called to the servant. As soon as the butler appeared Mr. Johnston said, Why did yo-u let a dog in here? Kill him at once. But he's just a small cocker, and he doesn't know much, so it's all right, sir, said the butler. Mr. Johnston was just ready to reply when the large door opened, revealing an old wo-man hobbling in. She said in a sepulchural voice, 'Tm 32 Vox Fluminis out at last. You thought I would never get out didn't you? she said pointing to Mr. Johnston. But I did-I did. You're crazy, yelled the man, get back to your room, get back! 'iYou can't keep your wife locked in a room all the time, John. I told you I would get out. You can't kill me now because I'm free-free I tell you. With this last speech she hobbled to the door and down the hallway, her mad laugh echoing hollowly in the old shack. The man sat paralyzed. Cut, yelled the Director. Y-ou did that scene very well, Joan. Be here at eight sharp tomorrow and we'll start on the next one. All right, Bill, she answered and walked towards her dressing room. Jane Bull, Grade X, Nelson House. . EASTER EXAMS It was the week before Easter, When all through the school Not a student was stirring, Not even a fool. They sat with their heads Buried deep in their books, And gone were those long intimate, looks. The fateful week passed, And with it the tests, The girls remained gloomy, And gone were those jests, 'Till the final day came- And then the glad call: Happy Easter, students, Happy holiday all. Shirley Popham, Grade X, Garry Hall. easy, -.-...-,i 1 TO G0'D'S FORGOTTEN COUNTRY UPON leaving the dock at Vancouver, one sees the thin grey fog slowly lift and give away its pla-ce to the slow rolling curtain of night. Lights of the city twinkle in the distance like merry stars in a twilight dan-ce. The dull honk of the shiny little ferrys. is heard in the dark-and the Chilason slips quietly into the channel. As the channel widens to give way to the sea, two 'bright searchlights sur- round the- ship. A sentinal flashes a signal, and upon being answered, the vessel is allowed to sail on. Night falls rapidly now, and the weary passengers go b-elow to loo-k around the ship. A small lounge is noticed just off the lower deck. It is nicely, but practically furnished. Al- ready quite a few lum-berjacks have fallen asleep there, their heads and feet sprawled over their neighbors'. Just beside the lounge, the tiny cabins are placed, on either side. Soon silence reigns, only to be broken by a low grunt o-r a comfortasble sniore. Morning dawns, and from the port- hole many wooded islands can be seen, very near, and in the distance huge mountains tower over the earth, their summits reaching far into the heaven.s. Clear blue-green water falls away from the vessel's sides, leaving a long line of frothy fo-am behind, to be lo-st from sight in the cool lapping waves of the straits. After a hearty, happy breakfast, some of the passengers join an earnest game of bridge or rummy. A few loaf on the decks, cool breezes sweep- ing aside all worry and thoughts, leaving peace and comfort. Here and there the dull blue-grey of airmen's jackets can be seen mingling with soldiers' or fishermen's. Efveryone is happy and content as the 'Chilason steams into the first stop of the day. This is a tiny village, consisting of one store, and two or three houses practically lost in the wo-o-ded growth. It seems very lonely away o-ut here, and so it is, for on th-e coast of British Columbia are very few towns. The dock is full of children, dogs and bag- gage. Everybody shouts laughingly to one another while thankful passengers mount the windy path to the tiny store, in order to stretch their legs. Soon a whistle blows, the boat moves off around the corner, and the town is lost from sight. The whole day is broken by similar Vox Fluminis 33 stops and slowly night returns. The waves are bigger now, and the foam behind the ship churns rivulets and streams far behind. Moonfbeams are reflected on the water sending a golden lane along the way. Islands seem to be breaking away quickly leaving the open sea. As the water crashes against the side of the ship passen.gers bustle in the cabins, col- lecting baggage and sleepy children. The last stop of the journey is Port Hardy which is quite large. The do-ck is swarming with peo-ple, mostly air- men and soldiers from their nearby stations. The gangplank is lowered and every one rushes up or down it into joyous outstretched arms. T'he town itself is not very big. Two stores, a cafe, and three or four houses can be seen, still lighted, even at this late hour. A few trucks or bathtubs can be seen in the background waiting to ship freight and people to nearby military stations. The load is terrible. For every obvi- ous reason it has been named the Burma Road. Seemingly paper-thin, narrow bridges have been built o-ver deep chasms, and on top of muskeg, wooden planks have been placed. The vehicles joggle around for hours Cor at least it felt that wayb, until a tiny breathtaking village is seen in the dis- mal darkness. It is as though a new world has been create-d. At night it is queer enough, but next morning, in the everlasting drizzle of the place, it resembles exactly, a s1quatter's town in the movies. Tar paper shacksg cab- ins made from packing boxes! tiny, one-room, unpainted houses hewn from rough lumber, broken trees with their roots upturned to- the sky, the muddy, windy road, and the week's. washing on the line meet the eye. Then, too, there is the neverending dirt to con- tend with. From early morning, to late eve- ning the hoarse croaking of towns is heard mingling in an unearthy din. of barking dogs, squalling cats, and huge American bomfb-ers which fly o-verhead every day-all day. This is Jokerville, the metropolis of North Vancouver Island. Adjoining this unusual town are the ruins of the on-ce famous Fort Owadi. All that remain now, are a few totem poles, huge carved frames of buildings, and a centuries-old cemetery. Mrs. Wil- son, daughter of the late Hudson's Bay factor and ani Indian princess, tells very interesting tales about the tribe and its community. Also old Charlie Owadi, the chief of the remnants of the tribe, a spry old fellow of well over eighty, will tell long, gory tales. of days gone by. He has travelled all over Asia as a fisherman, and mingles the spici- ness of the East with his heartfelt Canadian stories. And now, as the dawn slowly ris-es, the Chilason slips away from port, as she makes her homeward journey. She sails on to a land of sunshine, leaving the wooded, damp horror of Port Hardy to those who remain be- hind. Robin Little, Grade XI, York Hall. 1l11i. MY MUSIC LESSON On Sunday afternoon I go With steps both faltering and slow To hear my music teacher shriek, Haven't you practised Bach this week? And I reply in murmurs low T'he simple truth, I answer No, And he replies in accents wild, You certainly are a problem child! And then I think how nice t'would be If he, instead of teaching me Would take my place for once, and find The kind of thing that's on my mind. But after all is said and done He makes hard lessons seem like fun, And I enjoy my music so That I don't mind how much I go. Marilyn Smith, Grade X, Garry Hall. 34 Vox Fluminis THE HISTORY OF RIVERBEND HAVE you ever wondered what the early days of Riverbend were like? I have wondered many things about the school, for instance, when the build- ings were built, how the school began and how the first few years shaped the traditions upon which the school now stands. I want to thank Colonel G. H. Aikins, K.C., and Mrs. Stanley B. Laing for giving me the information which has helped me to shape the story of Riverbend's beginning into this History of Riverbend. The White House, which has 20 rooms, was built in 1902 for the late Sir James Aikins, K.C., LL.D., former lieutenant- governor of Manitoba. This building was called Riverbend. The school was named after this first building. The driveway opened onto Langside Street where the small steel gate in front of the Red House is now. The garage was also built in 1902. It was used then for horses and carriages. The outdoor badminton court Cin front of the garageb was part of the driveway. In 1911 the Red House, which has 14 rooms, was built for Sir James Aikins' son, Col. G. H. Aikins, K.C. The founding of a girls school was a subject dear to the heart of the late Sir James Aikins. He hoped so much to have such a school founded, that he willed the sum of Sl00,000 to the United Church of Canada, thereby providing the foundation for the long- hoped-for church school. It was not until Col. Aikins presented his own home fthe Red Housel to the cause, that the plans proceeded rapidly. The grounds were remodelled from the old plan to the present one. The prominent Board of Trustees, under the able chairmanship of Col. Aikins, laid the foundation of prin- ciples on which the school would stand. The secretary of the Board, Mrs. R. F. McWilliams, searched far and wide for a strong teaching staff. Every teacher was to teach the subject in which she was specialized. Miss Joan M. V. Fos- ter was appointed principal in 1929. The whole uniform was navy blue except the tie, which was black and white, and the blouse which was light blue. This first uniform had no shorts. It must have been difficult to do the high jump in a tunic. The first year was a new experience for all those connected with the school and especially for the teachers and the pupils. The te-achers made- the rules as they went along. School started at 9 a.m., with prayers. The d.oor was opened between the present grades 5 and 6 rooms and the teachers' room. The whole school C140 girlsb, led by Miss Foster, filed into the small space of the two rooms. The girls faced Miss Foster at the fireplace for the ceremony. Mrs. Laing fthe first French teacherb tells of the first April Fools' Day morn- ing. Her grade nines, who were in the present grades 5 and 6 room, had each brought and hidden an alarm clock .and had set them so that the clo-cks would ring every few minutes. Mrs. Laing knew of their plan and was terrified that the clocks would begin to ring during prayers, for she knew that it would not please the Head Mistress. However, the clocks waited until the Scripture Master from Unite-d College had solemnly placed his watch on his desk. Then they began to ring so loud- ly that the bewildered master was obliged to let the girls have their fun for that class. From 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. classes were conducted. The girls ate lunch from 1 p.m. to 2 p.m. From 2 to 3.30 p.m. the whole school enjoyed activities of -all kinds. Archery, tennis, swimming, badminton, golf, riding and field sports were some of the fair weather sports, while skiing, skating and tobogganing were enjoyed by the girls in the winter. Glee Club was also taken regularly at this time. At 3.30 until 5 p.m. the girls had music lessons, practising and super- vised study. The study was designed to eliminate the need for any home- work, except in the case of the upper grades. As the number of girls in each Vox Fluminis 35 class was quite small, each pupil had more individual help throughout each lesson. The school day for grade one lasted from 9 to 12.30, for grades two and three, from 9 to 3.30, and for grades four, five, and six, until the teacher was satisfied with their days work. The whole senior school stayed until 5 p.m. The boarders rose at 7 a.m., and had lights out at 9.30 p.m., for the lower grades and 10 p.m. for grades ten and eleven. Perhaps it would interest you to know in which rooms each class was situated. The junior school was situated in the White House, the senior school was in the Red House. The kin- dergarten has always been the same room. Grades one and two had the bed- room across from Miss Carter's office, which was Miss Foster's office then. Grades three and four were in the boarders' sitting-room. Grades five and six were in the present grades one and two room. In the Red House grade seven had the old grade twelve room Cbehind the present music roomb. Grade eight was in the teachers' sitting ro-om, while grade nine was in the present grade five and six room. Grade ten had been the music room and grade eleven had a bedroom on the second floor. The feeling of a need for more room spread through the school. Can you imagine eating lunch with about one hundred other girls in the drawing room and library. There was no large hall in which the parents co-uld enjoy a school play or a gym display. In fact, the girls had to walk to Westminster Church for their gym classes. The first graduation was THE day of the year. Everyone looked forward to it with expectation and hope. The graduating class was thrilled to be the first graduates. Of co-urse, everyone ex- pected a sunny, never-to-be-forgotten day. Parents and friends were invited to the garden party on the spacious green lawns in front of the White House. However as fate would have it the girls awoke on that long awaited morning to see a drizzling rain which looked as if it was there to stay. Plans were hurriedly made. The whole party -the graduates in long white dresses, girls in uniforms, guests and teachers in long afternoon dresses-were taken to the Royal Alexandra Hotel in taxis. The girls received their prizes and the afternoon soon came to a happy end. The construction of the new building began immediately after school was out in June. The builders did a rush job so that it would be ready for the new school year in September. The night before school was to open, Miss Foster was taken ill. Col. Aikins was at the school hurrying the job along. Mrs. Laing was asked to go to help super- vise the last minute preparations. Everyone worked with a will. Doors were put on, door-knobs were fixed in, desks were arranged and the many last minute jobs were finally finished. The new building was ready for school the next day. Can you imagine the thrill the girls would get when they entered the building for the first time and were the first ones to sit on the new benches? Here are a few more interesting things about Riverbend's beginning. Mrs. Munroe and Alec have been there since the first year. The archery tar- gets which are so full of holes now were used by the first Riverbenders. Our Vox Fiuminis was started in the first year, too. In 1935, when Miss Carter came to Riverbend to be the second principal, a few more changes were introduced into the school. The house system was organized. Garry, York and Douglas were the first three houses. A few years later Nelson joined the group. In 1937 the new red and grey uniform was designed. It was neater than the old one and was more distinctive than the other schools. Thus, we see that Riverbend has grown from a unorganized bewildered school to a school with an ever-growing tradition. The present Riverbenders will remember what has gone before and will look forward to the time when 36 Vox Fluminis their own children will be a part of the future Riverbend. Marion Hambley, Grade XI, Garry Hall. N.B.-One of the members of our kindergarten this year is Douglas Murray Turner, who is the son of Mrs. Turner, the former Roberta Lee. Miss Lee was one of the first graduates of Riverbend. --lv---.l.i,1 BEYOND THE WATERFALL Come you weary sailors hither, Rest among the reeds a-quiver. Rest in peace but bear the wrath, And see the white specked foaming froth Olf the river's waterfall, Just beyond the echo's call Of the rapid. Hasten sailors, hurry thither, Dip your oars into the river. Now your rest has eased your limbs Row your boat across the springs. Watch the wavelets as they fall, Listen to the oceans call Out at sea. Peggy Auld, Grade XI, Garry Hall. .111. THE STUPID STUDENT How in the world can I reach the top? I study and study, but what have I got? A head that is full of a lot of rot, That makes me feel stupid and more like a flop. That won't get me through. My teachers are patient and good as can be, In spite of all this it is no good to me. I am floundering around in a big murky sea, And still have a brain like a scatter- brain flea. . That won't get me through. I am dinning and dunning and batting away, And night after night at my homework I stay, I plunge with despair to the terrible fray, And hope that I soon shall see light of day. That will get me through. Marjory-Lynn McIntyre, Garry House, Grade IX. - l. BOARDERS' NOTES Our English war-guests, Peggy and 'Tink,' Will leave our fair country, very short- ly, they think. In the Blue and White room we have Cath and Marie, Refusing to hear the alarm clock's loud plea. Shirley and Joan in the Rose and White, Discussing long hair-does from morning 'til night. A Shirley, Elspeth, Evelyn and Vie, Reside in the 'Porridge Pot,' this year we see. Marion, Ellen, Poppy, Eileen Rising at dawn always so keen. Josey, Helen, Diana and Ann Care for themselves, as well as they can. Barbara, Joan, June and Ann, Hopefully await the end of exams. In the Rose and Grey we have Shelagh alone, An English girl, far away from home. All together we've had such fun And are sorry to leave when the term is done. ilil.-.T....-i- This is the best school in the world. I wish I could stay here always, but I'll not be here next year. You see, I got to go in the navy. I'll be in the navy about four years anyway. I got to get tough, we got to lick the Ger- mans pretty soon. Thomas Irwin, Grade I, Douglas Hall. -lli-1.1.-1.1. Mrs. Munro: My you girls are eat- ing a lot now. Girls: We're cramming for exams. Vox Fluminis 37 JUN! R LITEIAI ' AT' THE LAKE IN Northern Ontario there is a little lake called Ahmic Lake. Just half way round it there is a red house. In the summertime Sally, David, Mother, Father and I go up there and live in the red house. We have two motor boats, four canoes, and three row boats. The names of the two motor boats are the Pearl and the Ruby. Three of the canoes have no names but one of them is called Tiptoes, because it goes so quickly. The names of the row boats are Tubby, Tippy, and Toby. Across the lake is Mrs. Daly's farm where we get our fresh vegetables. At the last end of the lake there is a small village called Magnelawan. One morning there was a great bustle in the red house with the silver roof, for the Chesters were going on a picnic to Kenefleys, even if it was pouring with rain outside. Kenefleys is a place in the river where there are big rapids. We arrived there in slight difficulty be- cause Daddy ran the Ruby right into a whole patch of weeds. When we arrived there, Donald and Dickie carried the canoes which they had brought along, so that they might paddle down the river, and see the great rapids, because we couldn't get over the Hrst rapids. When we go-t to the river there were some beautiful white water lilies. I picked some but they all withered. When we got near the rapids we could hear the roaring noise that they make. Mummy put me in charge of the bags with the bathing suits. We landed on one rock and then we saw a much nice-r one, so we went over there and I left the bathing suits on the first rock. This we did not discover until later. Then David and I put on our bathing suits and sat in some small rapids and stood on stones and had lots of fun. When we got back to the first rapids we found that we had left the bathing suits at the second rapids. The boys had to paddle back for them while Mummy and I stayed at Kenefleys to wait for them. It was very calm and we had a lovely ride home. Susanne Chester, Grade III, Garry Hall. ll THE READING LESSON My dog delights to bark and bite, That does not worry me, But oh, I wish that I could run And jump as well as he! And so I made a wonderful plan, And Pal, my dog, agreed, To teach me how to run and jump, If Ild teach him to read. Clementine McNern, Grade V, York Hall. WORMS I AM a little worm. My name is Willy. I live with my aunt. I have three brothers and one sister. My father and mother were eaten by a big, black bird. The reason that I am so short is that I too, was bitten by a bird. I spent weeks in the Worm Hospital, and everyone thought that I would die, but I finally recovered. Now I am very cautious of birds. They are my worst enemies. Three days ago I met a tough worm, he called girls dames and boys guys and said that I was a silly worm. I got cross and poked him one. Now, I am in the Worm Hospital again. People bring me many good things to eat, but with my mouth ban- daged up I can't eat. They eat them for me. Soon I won't have any good things left. Elizabeth Ann Beaton, V Grade VI. Douglas Hall. 38 Vox Fluminis SUMMER SKIES Tonight the beautiful sky is blue, The moon is shining bright, The little stars are shining too, Each with its frosty light. There are hundreds of beautiful stars in the sky Around the moon so Whiteg But in the morning, I don't know why They'll all fade out of sight. We'll have to wait till tomorrow night To see the stars again, We hope they will be just as bright, No clouds! no fog! no rain! Cary Joy Hughes, Grade VI, Garry Hall. ,i.T, AFTER I WENT TO BED AFTER I went to be-d I fell fast asleep. At midnight Cat least I thought it was midnightb I woke up with a start and found myself in my warm little bed with Tips, my kitten, sleeping at the foot. I had dreamt that Tips had grown into a huge lady with a dark com- plexion and black hair. She wore a lc-ng black dress and ear-rings down to the floor. She had a very ugly face. She made me go with her to a place which I knew was the park. The park was flaming red. She led me into the park and we disappeared into the flames. Tips who was now called the witch, led me on and on, and we soon reached an opening in the earth. Down what seemed to be a steps we went and soon came to a dimly lighted room where other witches were. They were all dressed the same. I could not see much of the room. Then they led me to see their king who looked like an enormous electric light bulb with a face, two legs, and arms. The legs were where the arms should be, and the arms were where the legs should be. This room was very light of course, for the king was lit up with rage. I saw in one corner what looked like my doll with her stuffing all over the floor. The rest of the room was bare except for the king's throne, which was my rocking chair. The king and the witches huddled in a corner so I could not make out what they were saying. - Then one of the witches took me roughly by the hand and led me to the edge o-f a flaming pit which was back of the king's throne. Just as I was going to be thrown into the pit I woke up. Diane Johnson, Grade V, York Hall. .i-1 A CROCODILE I wish I were a crocodile A-basking in the sun, For all the little darkie boys Would run, run, run. I'd swallow all the fishes For miles and miles around, I'd rather be a crocodile Than all the gold that's found. Diane Johnson, Grade V, York Hall. i SPRINGTIME When springtime comes the birdies sing Upon the evergreen trees, They sing a lovely song of spring And stop whenever they please. Dulcie Ann Thomson, Grade III, York Hall. .1- -. SPRING Spring has come again, The birds are coming home, And up and down the dusty lane The bugs and beetles roam. The sun beats down on the shining pool And the fish are leaping about, The water in the pool looks cool, And the flowers begin to come out. Donna Plant, Grade VI, Douglas Hall. Vox Fluminis 39 ...P NCU' GE? LE PETIT CHAT PAR un beau soleil, Pierre et Marc Richard faisaient une promenade dans la foret. Parce que c'etait au prin- temps, il y avait des arbres avec des feuilles vertes, des fleurs de toutes sor- tes et de toutes couleurs, et l'herbre etait si verte, qu'elle ressemblait a des emeraudes. Lies oiseaux chantaient leurs chansons differentes, et ils vo- laient d'arbre en arbre, et etaient tres contents. L-es deux enfants donnaient du pain aux oiseaux et ils cueillaient des Heurs quand ils virent un petit ruisseau. Ils etaient tres enchantes et ils y coururent tout de suite. Bientot ils sfassirent. Alors Marc, plus age, vit un petit chat raye. Il etait blanc et noir, et il etait si joli! Regardez-le, dit-il. Prenons-le chez nous, et nous le garderonsf' Oh, oui, dit Pierre, mais il nous faut le laver, parce qu'il sent le poisson mort. Les deux enfants l'emporterent donc chez eux et ils le laverent. Quand leur mere entra dans la maison, et quand elle vit le petit chat elle cria avec frenesie, Mes enfants ---- un putois d'Amerique! I Mais les enfants ne savaient pas qu'elle leur parlait, parce qu'ils chan- taient, tres contents, et donc ils con- tinuerent a laver le petit chat. Jane Bull, Grade X, Nelson Hall. L,.l UNE PERSONNE QUE JE CONNAIS JE vais voir si vous connaissez la per- sonne qu je vais decrire. Elle allait a l'e-cole de Riverbend. Elle etait dans le lycee et elle a quinze ans. Elle etait trop jeune pour voyager seule, c'est pourquoi elle est venue avec une professeur. Elle etait une si belle fille. Je dis etait parce qu'elle est repartie chez elle, il y a six semaines, en Angleterre. Je commencerai fi la decrire. Ce ne sera pas facile. Elle etait tres modeste en venant au Canada, mais elle ne tarda pas a entrer en conversation. L'une de nous lui a demande si elle venait d'arriver d'Angleterre. Oui, elle a dit d'une voix qui ressemblait a l'eau fraiche, Courant et tintant et ses cheveaux ressemblaient fi l'argent. Ils etaient si brillants. Sa figure etait differente . . . Je n'ai jamais vu une figure comme ca. Elle etait si belle, si gentille, si adorable. Ses yeux etaient bleus, si bleus, et ils etaient toujours etincelants. Tout le monde l'aimait et elle aimait tout le monde. Quelquefois elle etait heureuse mais il y avait toujours une indication de malaise dans ses beaux yeux. Chez elle, elle avait deux freres, une mere et un pere. Elle nageait, elle jouait au tennis, elle jouait au basketball aussi. . . Ses vetements etaient tres bien. Elle portait des jupes et des corsages bruns, jaunes, bleus, verts, et rouges. Je l'aimait tres bien et a present qu'elle est partie, elle me manque beaucoup. Quand elle est partie nous nous connaissions tres bien. Liecole est differente sans elle. J'ai recue une lettre d'elle. Elle etait a New York et elle s'amusait bien. ll y a deux semaines nous avons regu un telegramme d'A.ngleterre nous di- sant qu'elle est arrivee en Angleterre et elle est tres heureuse. Elle commencera l'ecole en Angle- terre dans deux mois. Si vous vous demandez encore qui elle est . . . je vous dirai. Elle etait une bonne eleve en Francais. Elle nlaimait pas l'histoire. Elle s'appelle -l--. Donalda Murdoch, Grade XI, York Hall. M 40 Vox F luminis COMPOSITION JE vais vous raconter quelque chose d'une jeune fille que je connais en Angleterre. Elle est blonde et elle at presque cinq pieds huit. Elle allait a l'ecole avec moi en Angleterre et nous etions toujours les meilleures amies. Elle s'appelle Anne. Stes che- veux sont tres longs et elle ne les a pas coupes depuis qu'elle est nee. Anne a un naturel plaisant et elle ne se met en colere que si elle est sure d'avoir raison. Elle aime a lire et a ecouter la musique. Elle n'aime pas at faire des sports parce qu'elle n'est pas forte. Anne est tres brilliante en classe et souvent est la premiere de sa classe. Elle ecrit des histoires et des poemes et les envoie aux journeaux. Elle m'ecrit toutes les semaines et me dit tous ce qu'elle fait. Maintenant elle aide dans une cantine pour son tra- vail de guerre. P. Auld. ,i . COURAGE ARIE etait tres heureuse ce jour-la car le temps approchait. Cretait un grand jour et le train devait ar- river a deux heures et demie. Elle alla en ville le matin pour se faire coiffer de la fagon que George aimait. Apres ceci elle rentra chez elle pour etre prete pour la grande occasion qui aurait lieu cet apres-midi. Il fut enfin midi et demi et le train arrivait a deux heures et demie. Deux heures! Marie fut tres excitee. Alors elle mit la robe rouge que George aimait beaucoup. Elle etait sa favorite avant qu'il aille outre-mer. Alors il fallait la porter aujourd'hui. Deux heures et demie arriverent et Marie fut a la gare. Alors le train arriva! Marie etait tres heureuse et excitee comme il arrivait en gare. La voici portant la toilette favorite de George, prete a monter dans le train pour aller recevoir la medaille qu'il ne porterait jamais. H Joan Newton, Grade X, Douglas Hall. NOEL N C'EST la Veille de Noel, le Vingt- quatre decembre. Les enfants de- rneurent a la campagne. La mere et le pere sont a la maison. Ils preparent l'arbre de Noel. Les enfants preparent llarbre de Noel aussi. Il y ta des chan- delles sur l'arbre, elles sont rouges, blanches, et vertes. Sur l'arbre de Noel il y a une etoile. Ils mettent des presents a l'arbre de Noel. Les enfants sont contents et heureux. Les enfants dansent dans la salle devant l'arbre. Regardez Henri, dit Marie. Henri met le chien dans une boite devant l'arbre. Le chien, Pierre, aime l'arbre et Marie et Henri. Marie et Henri sont mis au lit. La mere et le pere s'asseyent devant la cheminee. Le chien dort dans la boite. La mere et le pere vont se coucher. Le matin les enfants disent bonjour a leur mere et a leur pere, et leur chan- tent un joyeux Noel. Henri et Marie ouvrent les presents, la mere et le pere ouvrent les presents aussi. Henri et Marie jouent au football dans la cour. Ils sont appeles pour le diner. Les enfants vont au lit. La mere et le pere vont au lit aussi. Les enfants sont fa- tigues. La mere et le pere sont fa- tigues aussi. Helen Emerson, Grade VIII, Nelson Hall. ,T, , t UN VOYAGE INTERESSANT' L'EAU de la baie de Puget etait basse. Le soleil etait monte dans le ciel Ce jour-la nous allions faire un voyage en auto a l'interieure de l'ile de Van- couver. Le dejeuner avait ete mis dans l'auto et a dix heures et demie nous sommes partis. Apres quelques mo- ments nous avons laisse la plage de Qualicum derriere nous. Le paysage etait jolig beaucoup d'agneaux couraient sur le cours de golf et les petits oiseaux chantaient joy-eusement. A midi nous nous sommes arretes a un joli petit lac. Il s'appelait le lac Cameron. Au bord de ce lac nous avons pris notre de- jeuner. Apres le dejeuner les jeunes Vox Fluminis 41 filles ont ramasse de belles pierres. Alors nous sommes arrives au Bois de la Cathedrale. Ici les grands et gros arbres sont tres ages. Maintenant j'etais une naine dans un bois de ge- ants. Nous sommes alles ensuite au port d'Alberni. C'est une petite ville qui se trouve sur la cote de l'ouest. Un grand paquebot etait au quai. Nous sommes restes ou port d'Alberni pendant deux heures et ensuite nous sommes rentres chez nous. Quand nous sommes arrives il faisait nuit. Le soleil rouge etait descendu a l'ouest. Lieau de la baie de Puget etait haute. Nous avions eu une belle journee. Margaret Jamieson, Grade XI, Douglas Hall. ,t,, ..T 1. FAU ST IM FEBRUAR kam die Operngesell- schaft Monte Carlo nach Winnipeg. Das War ein groszes Ereignis in unser- em Leben, Weil Wir noch nie eine Opera gehort hatten. Wir Wahlten Gounod's Faust, Weil Wir das Drama durch Goethe's Meisterwerk kennen. Mephisto War besonders gut in der Szene im Studierzimmer, Wenn ihm Faust seine Seele verspricht fur ewige Jugend. Margarete sang sehr gut in der hiibschen Gartenszene, und als sie spater das Schmuckkastchen findet. Auch das Spinnlied gefiel uns sehr. Der letzte Akt ist sehr tragisch. Mar- garete ist im Gefangnis, und ihr Geist ist zerstort. Faust Will sie retten, aber Margarete Weigert sich mit ihm zu fliehen, Weil sie Mephisto neben ihm sieht. Sie fallt tot zu Boden. Die Opera endet mit der trostenden Botschaft des himmlischen Chores: Sie ist gerettet! Robin Little Jackie Porteous LES SAUVOUREAUX CALEQONS DE temps a autre, l'industrie textile publie des avis au public pour les mettre en garde contre les dangers de laver certaines etoffes ersatz. Recem- ment une menagere parisienne avait mis a bouillir les sous-vetements tout neufs de son mari, puis elle est sortie pour faire quelque achats. Pendant son absence, son mari est rentre, af-fame. Allant droit a la cui- sine, il a souleve le couvercle de la casserole, a trouve que, ma foi, le me- lange sentait fort bon, et il .siest in- stalle a table, constatant avec joie que sa femme avait enfin trouve une mani- ere sauvoureuse d'accommoder les navets. Trouvez-vous etonnant que des tex- tiles fabriques avec des carottes et des navets donnent a la cuisson quelque chose qui ne rapelle en rien le calegon? UN PROBLEME MONDAIN - Papa, pourquoi est-ce que la nia- riee est en blanc? - Chut! . . . Elle est en blanc parce qu'il fait beau, parce qu'il y a du soleil, parce qu'elle est gale, parce qu'elle est heureuse .... - Et le marie, papa, alors, pourquoi est-ce qu'il est en noir? Maman: Tu pleures parce que tu n'as pas eu la bicyclette que tu demandais? Jacques: Non c'est parce que je re- grette d'avoir ete sage pendant quinze jours pour l'avoir. l.1.. Papa: Oui, mon fils, .si le loup a mange l'agneau c'est que l'agneau n'etait pas prudent. Pierre: Je comprends, papa. S'il avait ete prudent ciest nous qui l'aurions mange. 2 , , 914 15 457 MW ff if 44 Vox Fluminis i-IU AO? Gail: Ever heard of the boy who dropped a match into some benzine? Evelyn: No.,' Gail: Well, he hasn't benzine since. 'A' Gladys, our Scotch lass, was strip- ping wallpaper from her room when Margaret came to see her. Well, Gladys, asked Margaret, are you going to have new paper?'l Nae, nae, replied Gladys, 'Tm just moving to another room. 'lr Jean: Why doesnlt the moon ever get rich? Donalda: I guess it's because it spends all its quarters getting full. ir Miss Bell: Girls, I'm dismissing you early from the lab. today. Please be quiet, so as not to waken the other classes. -A' Judy was just home after her first day at school. Well, dear,'i asked her mother, what did they teach you? Not much, she replied, I have to go again. 'lr They were rather late in arriving at the station and Joan said: You run ahead and hold the train, dear. Shirley Csarcasticallybz And just how should I hold it, gently in my arms, or with a claw-like grip? uk Oh, I've lost another pupil, said the teacher, as her glass eye rolled down the sink. 'A' Leona: Yesterday I saw five men standing under one umbrella, and not one of them got a drop of water on himself. Nancy: Gee, it must have been a big umbrella! Leona: Oh no, it wasn't raining. Miss Burns Cteaching the alphabetbz Now, dear, what comes after O? Diana: Yeah! Mrs, Price, said Valery, just re- turning from ta walk, I've seen a m-an who makes horses. i Are you sure?,' asked Mrs. Price. Yes, said Valery, he had a horse almost finished when I saw him: he was just nailing his back feet on. ir Overheard by Miss Douglas and Miss Fuller on a crowded street-car: Why are you sitting there with your eyes closed, Bill?l' asked Mac. Are you ill? No, I just can't stand to see women standing, replied Bill. 'A' Barb: What did you say? Heather: I don't know, I wasn't listening. 'A' Miss Bell: Isn.'t it amazing that the light from the sun travels at 186,000 miles per second? Peggy: Oh, I don't know, it's travel- ling downhill all the way. 'if . Alec: You know, my garden is a jewel. Margaret MCM.: Why? Alec: Fourteen carrots. i' Mrs. Jobin: How many days are there in a year? Lorraine: Three hundred and sixty- Hve and a fourth. Mrs. Jobin: How could there be a fourth of a day? Lorraine: That's the fourth of J uly. 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