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

Text from Pages 1 - 84 of the 1949 volume:

Join the Throng and Come lo- College! . . . I UNITED CHURCH or CANADA l37l UNITED C0ll.lEGlE 1949 in affiliation with the University of Manitoba announces courses for the coming season: UNITED COLLEGE AUGUST SUMMER SCHOOL-Grade XI and XII. FACULTY OF ARTS AND SCIENCE A complete liberal Arts course leading to the B.A. degree. . . Junior Division Science courses. First and Second years Pre-Medicine. Preparatory courses for Architecture, Engineering, Pharmacy, Law, Commerce, etc. COLLEGIATE DEPARTMENT First Year of the new two-year Grade XI curriculum-General Course. . h Accelerated Grade XI General Course for Matriculation leading to University entrance or to the Normal Entrance course. Grade XII-Entrance to Second Year Arts and Science and to Normal School. FACULTY OF THEOLOGY--Diploma and B.D. courses. Centrally located in downtown Winnipeg a skating rink, tennis courts, large campus For further information, write to STUDENT ACTIVITIES THE REGISTRAR in both College and University UNITED COLLEGE Portage Avenue at Balmoral WINNIPEG, MANITOBA I 9 ,fr I .I W , v .N-K J L. . r' ff.. vii' .P if : rm ' .. -War' 'mir . H xi Yi 41.4 '.'1 '7' 3 , . ni' in 'rt 'H A-A I . f H .17 .' 1 2. '2- I..-sf' I .413 lg s -. 'J !Y.'F.1 is- 5-,w - 4 ,r' I! '4 fffir 'l y . ,ff VOX FLUMINI' RIVERBEND SCHOOL FOR GIRLS WINNIPEG, CANADA To Mr. C. Gordon Smith, who for the past five years has been Chairman of the Board of Governors of Riverbend School, this edition of Vox Fluminis is gratefully dedicated. Page Two EDITORIAL STAFF Miss J. M. Carter P Miss I. Dickson '- Elizabeth Ann Beaton Ruth Anderson ,,.. ....,......,,. Marg orie Lush .........A..... Marilyn May ..,,.,..., Diane Johnson .........., ,. Mary Hope Mclnnis Barbara Dryborough .. Isabel Rife .,.....................,.... Clementine McNern ..,..,., Janet Bleeks .,.....,.....,,... Barbara Parliament .. Dulcie Ann 'I'homson w Staff Supervisors Editor Assistant Editor Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Literary Editor Assistant Literary Editor Photography Humour Advertising Advertising Advertising Advertising EDITORIAL 'A' A GREAT asset to any school lies in its activities-not only the excursions on which the students are taken by their teachers, but in the music, sports and parties which help to make the school life more of a pleasure and less of a grind. One of the things that we at Riverbend look forward to is the year book. Here each girl can find her own picture, and, quite often, some of her own literary efforts, in print. Although the editing of a year book is not always smooth sailing, and although things do not always turn out quite as well as they should have, the job of editor has, this year, been an extremely pleasant one. I wish to thank everyone, students and teachers alike, for their kind co-operation and help. Especially, my thanks go out to our business manager, Marjorie Lush, and our advertising manager, Clem McNern, who have worked so hard to make the Vox Fluminus a success. I know that we of the editorial staff will never regret having worked on the year book, and will be glad, in years to come, of the experience gained. E. A. B. Page Three PRINClPAL'S I Dear Girls: - ONCE again we have come to the time for the appearance of Vox Usually I write my letter to the sound of the chirping of robins, sight of the swelling of the buds on the trees fdid you ever outside the Gym windows?j and to the sight of green grass littlej. But today as I write the snow is coming down in big there are no signs of birds or buds or grass. However, they will can be sure of that. , A ' Today 1 want to say how pleased I was with our play, 'Alice derlandg not that the production was any better than many We have but because the spirit of co-operation was so wonderful. Every her share, and did it so happily and readily. I think that this no small measure to the enthusiasm and hard work of our worked hard and long, willingly and cheerfully, and they drew a band of willing, cheerful workers. In life, everywhere, this carry you far. . In the school too, every day, the prefects are carrying out their bilities. Theirs is not an easy path of duty, but they are They are setting up an example which I hope future prefects follow. I know I arn speaking for every one who has the good of the heart, when I say to the prefects: Thank you, girls, we admire you loyalty, your high ideals, and your devotion to duty. '. Q Best wishes go to you, and best wishes, too, to all my girls and present. Yours affectionately, , Page Four LETTER . W W Wkm., X A x Km.. 'lsxxxw M v WNW. M My W 0 QXK WKXXXxxxw,: Wmwxm W W ww Am w ixxwxmx 'lk A Win Nm m MW wmxxuxmuummx qqu, mm a xx.. ga' Uw- ,Iggy MMR xx ww' . QAXNNXXXWX WW mmkux xl . xx Wmmllu lm, XX my 'X' W mn ..sxxxxxxxw ' v ' Ulm 'Un W ' u mum diiggluk l 4:!?f E1':g::.Q FUI! l ' Hmun 1 OUR SPORTS CAPTAIN JOCELYN ROBB has been our active and en- thusiastic sports captain for the year 1948- 1949. Joss came to Riverbend in grade nine, and has been a supporter of all our sports since theng last year she was Nelson Hall's capable sports captain. The basketball, volleyball and bowling teams are proud of Joss as a memberg fieldsports, tennis and badminton are energeti- cally supported by her. Jos and Miss Grusz added a new sport to our already-full schedule this year by bringing in a ski instructor from the Kildonan Ski Club on Tuesday afternoons. Our lively Joss is also Riverbend's representa- tive on the Eato-n's Junior Fashion Council. and with Joss, wherever she goes, whatever she does, go all the best Wishes for good luck from all of us here, Page Six been successful. No-t only is Cara activeiin HEAD GIRL . P CARA JOY HUGHES, our head girl for -their year 1948-49, is tall, dark and full of fun? Cara started Riverbend in 19347 and since, then' has taken an active interest in the school. , '- This year Cara has. strived towards a bettei? school spirit and better unity. We thank for her untiring efforts as she seerris to have, sports - she is a member of the first basketball team, the senior volley ball team and the bowli-.A ing team, but she has also achieved and up a high standing in her studies. f J We wish the best of luck to Cara, infh ef-. Science career at University, and we wafntfj every one to know that Riverbend iwas proudtf, to have Cara Joy as head girl. is-A 7 L. A . N, . 1 f' 1 s Y w I ug X., 1 A w 1 THE PREFECTS , 1 v 'Wlivlm , g .- LINDA wmcr-rr CARQLE WALLICK .1 J ,I N N DAPHNE W1-IITE NANCY SMITH 'K , 'u,3 1rav k'l'x..1-5 ' 1 JOAN LIDSTER ' Ambition-To get 9070 in Geometry. - Probable destiny-Known only by Miss, Martin. . Noted for-Those letters. Last seen-Reading those letters. MAUREEN NORD ' Ambition--To run a shoe store Probable destiny-Shoemaker. Noted for-Her regular UD attendance. Last seen-Cheering for Brandon. h BETTY BRUN N . Ambition-To be a teacher. . ' Probable destiny-A straitfjacket. Noted for-Her mild manner. Last seen-Trying to translate her Engr- lish. A V '41 .mx it DIANE ARMSTRONG , H' Ambition-To own a Salisbury House. Probable destiny Selling shoelaces Noted for That trip to Detrolt Last seen At the Bunny Bar DOLORES LINDHOLM Ambition-To finish school. Probable destiny-Trying to fulfill 1191: ambition. I ' Noted for-Her interest in French. Last seen-Heading for home on snovtfe shoes. 1 1 MARJORIE LUSH Ambition-To be able to ski. Probable destiny--Cripple. Noted for - Her voice UD has that familiar ring. Last seen-Floating around in a pink cloud. ELIZABETH ANN BEATON Ambition-To grow up UD Probable destiny - Midget in a side show. Noted for-Starting fires in the chemis- c try lab. Last seen-Eating Carole's apples. PAT STONE Ambition-To fix that leaky fawcettf' Probable destiny-Plumber. Noted for - Her rnuch loved French translations, Last seen-Cutting Isabel's hair. LORRAINE BROWN Ambition-To find the 'Elixir of Life? Probable destiny-An undertaker. Noted for-Her affections. Last seen-Polishing her skiis. ISABEL RIFE Ambition-To be President of the U.S.A. Probable destiny-Communist! Noted for-Her humor UD Last seen-Campaigning for Dewey. - wx. 4 1 1'-' f '- ffiff 5' ga 2 2 lgfigiff f ffl' AN' fwlgd-4 hw. , f , ' ff 'I'Qgx .1 1 Jxx .,f.... ,X 5,.v,AikS',kf -A Y, v ,w.' -Q THE STAFF 1948-49 Q 4 .- . . ' 1 M N61 JZ ' 'P Q .A W 5 . :V A V! A , , .wg f ggi., f W, A. jg , em 'Q Z4 -.., . am ' 2 .15 V4 44 1 1 ,,'x,,, ' 'if' 1 f w ' . , , I V g 'J-1.12 351, Q11 Ai,-r, - - gms. 0, mctwl-:N 7, sum-nw MRS. a. mow miss M. Rofxcn Miss c. MARTIN mss 1 Dxgxsm MRS, A X Lmc .Mass M, voofmiis REID MRS' ITTLE4 581:55 5 HALLDARSON Runs. R. BLLNDELL MISS ' . f' gpm-5,1 I . wx- - , M f 1 v PREFECTS' NOTES CAROLE WALLICK Ambition-trying to get Peter to open the Golden Gate. Probable destiny-Shovelling clinkers. Last seen-Trying to make water turn red litmus blue. Noted for-Temperamental knee. DAPHNE WHITE Ambition-Parlez-vous deutsch? Probable destiny - Ancay ouyay eekspay igpay atinlay? Last seen-Accusing Maureen of stealing her Latin. Noted for-Her sisters. LINDA WRIGHT' Ambition-To prevent everyone from cutting their hair. Probable destiny-Barber. Last seen-At Challet? Noted for--Losing her wallet. NANCY SMITH Ambition-To keep the prefects on the straight and narrow path. Probable destiny-Going on alone. Last seen-Stuiiing the 'tChershire Cat. Noted for-Her infectious laugh. 'A' H EAD GIRL'S FAREWELL AFTER eleven years at Riverbend, writing a farewell to our school, to Miss Carter, to the staff and to the students is not an easy task. Riverbend, for many of us, represents a great part of our lives, and now we are to step from the protection and direction we found in the school room and enter the greater laboratory of life. There many experiments and experi- ences will test and refine us. There we will carry forward our proud remembrances of having been part of this Riverbend, with its ties of school spirit and united effort, its ties of the best of friendships. We are slow in expressing our gratitude to Miss Carter, the staff, the girls and even to each other-but I can assure you it is there. Only after we have left will we be able to appreciate in full all the secret hopes of our parents which guided their selection of our school, and the secret hopes of the teachers which prompted their helpful advice and their timely reprimand. We are proud of Riverbend Page Twelve NAME Daphne Burns ....,...,. Susanne Chester ..,. Carolyn Dyson ......,. C L A S S N O T E S GRADE vm CLASS No'rEs NICKNAME Daph ..,......... Susie ............, Pickles ........ J k ............ AMBITIQN ..Nurse .A..,A,,,.,,...,,....,.....,...,.,...., . .Onion peeler at Dyson's.... B A th 2 d ......... ........ .Actress ..,.................,.,....,......,... PRI-:SENT OCCUPATION PET SAYING Closing windows ,...,,.,..,,..,. Um ! ! Arguing with D. A. ..,,..,.,. Fiddle. Skier i?y ....,,,..,,....i,.....,......, Oh darn. Skater .t.,,........... ..... ,,,,....,.... I h aven't a clue. Anne Jenkins ..,....... ,,........ e r y .. . . e fl --.-- - -- Gail Macdonald ,,A,,A,,,,,,,,,,,.,, Baby ,,..,,...,..,. Talented horsewoman ...,.. Talking Whirlwind ..,.,,.... I didn't do anything. Carol Feinstein ,,,,,A,,..,,.,.,,,,,,, Fenwick ,,A,,.,, Singer ...,................,................... Distributing blotters .i,,,,.. I don't know. Betty May Ormiston Cookie ,,,,,i.,,,,, Florist ...., ....,....,............... Worrying ....,,.... ,.,,,,,,,. ,,.,..,, U s ually nothing. Dolores Palmatier ,,,,,,,.,.,,.,,. Dads r..,,4....rr,,.. Artist ....................,.,,,............... Captain of the Jr. team..Gad! Jane Park ,.,.,,,..,,...,...i....,,...., Pudgy ......., ! l ! ! ! ......,...,...................,..... Making baskets .. .............. For crying in the bucket. Dulcie Ann Thomson D, A, ..,,.,....... Pianist ..... .....i...,......i,. ....,....... B o rrowing pencils ..i.. ...... T hud. Jgan Sheppard ,,,.....,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Joanie ..,.,.....,. Dramatic School, London. Reading .. ................... .......... D on't bother me. Miss Haiidoi-son ,,,,,,,,,,,.,,,,,,,, Teacher ........ To have a quiet class ....... Teaching Grade VIII ...,.. Bonjour mes eleves. ir -k who were all sighted swimming to shore. All IN 1969, if Riverbend is still standing, and if Miss Dickson has survived, she will un- doubtedly be saying to her Grade VII cherubs: Away back in the old days-just twenty years ago-I had a class like none I've ever had before or since. There was Eve who always could give a perfect imitation of Wayne and Schuster although she remembered nothing about the multiplication table. There was Muriel who always wanted to change the text- books, especially the History text. There were Nora and Judy who never did remember to bring a cloth for the boards. There were Eliza- beth and Shirley who seemed to me to be quiet girls, but who knew all about throwing spit- balls. There was Georgia who read so many comic magazines that all her stories were bloodthirsty. There was Diane who was so slow that s-he usually had her breakfast at milk and biscuit time. There was Joanne who practi- cally lived in the Detention Room. And there was Mavis! the smallest in the class but . . .? And now today in 1969, what are these people doing? Eve is a judge in the criminal court. Muriel' is a famous concert pianist. Nora is a veterinary doctor. Judy is a teacher. Elizabeth is a model. Shirley is a nurse. Georgia writes for the comics. Joanne has just finished a book entitled How To Get Along In School. Diane is a ballet dancer. And Mavis is looking after a little Mavis and saying, Dear, dear, now I know what my poor mother and teachers went through. 'A' GRADE IX S.S. Grade IX, famous ish packer, sinks off the coast of Lulu in the South Pacific. There were eighteen survivors and Capt. McEwen, possible attempts to rescue them have failed. Description of the survivors is as follows: Capt. McEwen, famed professor and historian was seen trying to keep up the morale of the mutinous crew. First Mate Puddy Mclnnis was seen busily writing a farewell letter to friends at Minaki and other points north. Second Mate Stevie Stephenson was seen climbing the highest tree searching for coco- nuts, bananas and monkeys. Third Mate Carla Stewart was busily looking for the person who calls her ubrovvn eyes. Deck Sweeper Dexter Ormiston, 6 foot lla inches has disappeared into the jungles search- ing for her relatives the Pygmies. Look-Out Linda Christie was last seen writ- ing letters to her American friends and rewrit- ing the class notes. Stoker First Class Barbara Parliament was admiring the imitation fur coats. Ship's Cabin Boy Denny Bleeks was seen modelling the latest beach fashions by Jenkins of Matlock. Ship's Chambermaid Monica Brown was last seen trying to show cross-cuts to Denny in the water. Radio Operator Val Head was seen tuning in the latest Monarch game. Chief Petty OH-icer Diane Calder was last seen chopping down trees to make skis. Chef Pat Riley was seen passing out carrots she brought for her lunch. Cookee Cathy Robertson was dreaming of being another Barbara Ann Scott. Deck Mop Helen Grant was practing up on her basketball shots with coconuts. Rat Catcher Trudy Hanson was seen bobbing around in the Water. Seaman Last Class Barb Fisher was dream- ing of the good old days at Kelvin. Anchor Hoister Pat Sigurdson was seen bowl- ing with coconuts. Lifeboat Keeper Ann Fox was seen last sleep- ing under a Mexican hat. Page Thirteen Fog Horn Blower Ruth Pollexfen was seen rushing around in the bullrushes looking for empty baskets. All hope has been given up of ever rescuing the ship's crew of the S.S. Grade IX Cwe hopeb. 'A' RED HOUSE GAZETTE 1. Foreign Territory Explored: Oct. 6, 1948: Our first and last exploration up the unexplored dangerous territory of the Red House fire escape proved fatal. 2. Monstrous Party Held: An elaborate party was held in the exclusive Le savon et L'eau Room. Hostesses - Red House girlsg guests-Red House girls. Due to lack of seating capacity, Paddy Lou retired to the bathtub. 3. History Made: When Isabel, with the help of Pat and Royce, was the first person to take a bath in copper sulphate. 4. Map Collectors? Could it be that Ruth and Jean are studying up on the Northwest Territories, or is that map just covering a crack in the wall? 5. Out of Town This Weekend: The population of Morden increased with the arrival of eleven spices of the Riverbend Red House, An eventful day was spent. 6. Notice: Especially to Jean, anyone resorting to having a bath with their clothes on, from this day forth will be prosecuted. 7. To Go Or Not To GO: This was the question which most of the Red House girls had to answer before eight o'clock on Saturday night, March 5th. Clf any- body is interested, an exciting time was had by allb. 8. Hoop Trouble: That hoop on your dress was certainly nice Isabel, but Miss Martin just didn't appreciate your use of her copper wire. 9. For Saleg One large tube of Colgates tooth paste. See Royce Bradly for further information. 10. Bruised and Beaten? Phil are you bruised and beaten? Could it be because of Paddy Lou's tactics for pulling room-mates out of bed? CWhy not take a Judo course?J 11. Future Preparation? Is Betty Ann preparing for the future or is it that she just likes toys? Page F0'u.'rtee'n. Name- Jean Hamilton ....... Elizabeth Echols .......... Carol Hayman ............ J anet McCutcheon ...... Joyce Belloif ................ Kathlee Hamilton ...... Barbara Ann Harris .... Susanne Chester ........ Muriel Edmonds .......... Linda Christie .............. Ru-th Pollexfen .....,,,.,., Jane Park ........ ...., Trudy Hanson .............. Ann Fox ......... ........ Helen Grant ................ Valerie Head ................ Carda Ann Stewart Audrey Hanberg ........ Roberta Scrase ............ Janet Black .................. Dorothy Jackson ....... WHITE HOUSE NOTES Favorite Saying Favorite Song 9 'P Where's Susi ........ .. ? Playing, Mrs. Ried.. ? I have to go practice ...i................ ? Trudy's my friend.. Heavens .................. I didn't do it ............ I don't know .......... Hey Joey! ................ Oh no! not you again .v.................... Has .anyon-e phoned me? ............ Really .................... No, no, no, no .......... -7 Cruising Down the River ................ Buttons and Bows.. Easter Parade ........ Sunflower ................ Oh How I Hate To Get Up In The ..Morn1ng ................. . I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm ....... ............... Old Fashioned .Love ......................... . I Love You So Much ........................ Oh for catsakes! ...... Sunflower ..............,. Let's do some- Cruising Down thin' spicy .................. The River ................ Guess who I saw this weekend? .......... Stormy Weather .... Hey kids, here's one thatuwill curl live Got My Love To Keep Me your hair ................ Warm ........................ Doolie Doo On Oh! for Pete's sake..An Old Kazoo ..i.... . Hurry up Jack- Oh My Aching sonl.. ........................ Heart , .................,... .. Why doesnft some- Ambition Noted For To get thin .....,........ Her ringlets. To go back to British Guiana ..... To go to England... To be like her sister .,................ Nurse ....................... To be good .............. Writer ........ ........ Nurse ...... ........ Teacher Reporter ..,.... .,..... Scientist Pilot ...................... Another J ose Iturbi ........................ To be a farmer's wife ............,............. Fishing? In Sidney ................ Yorkton's best garbage collector .... Miami ditch digger ...........,............ Post grad course lI'l 1'1L1I'S1I1g ................ To be a real Sherlock Holmes .... one phone me? ...... Ain't Misbehaving. Q A Little Bird .I rather think so .... Told Me ............,.....,, Work for Regina .Her curly hair. Doing what she's .told. Being good. .Her braids. To have a formal .... Looking for Trudy. Her curiosity. Curling her hair with her finger. Her long legs. Maths. Those phone calls. Going around with the Grade IX's. Talking about home. Piano playing. That weird figure. That weird hair. Those trips to Miami. Those legs and that slim figure. Those math marks. Mysterious letters. Public Works ........ Her speed. 'A' f'SU DDEN LY IT'S SPRING On Saturday, March 5th, the Crystal Ballroom of the Royal Alexandra hotel, was crowded with some l'50 couples dancing an evening away to the rnusic of Jack Shapira's orchestra. The girls in their colourful formals, and the Wisteria which decorated the ballroom reminded us that suddenly it's spring. The patrons and patronesses included Miss Carter, Dr. and Mrs. Mclnnes, Mr. and Mrs. Turner, Mr. and Mrs. Wright, Mr. and Mrs. Laing, Mr. and Mrs. Campbell, Mr. and Mrs. Aikens, Mr. and Mrs. Stovel, Mr. and Mrs. Kerr, Mr. and and Mrs. MacAu1ay, and Miss Beverley Frost. While eavesdropping on several conversations, we found that the dance proved to be a terrific success and that a good time was had by all. - MARJORIE LUSH. uk' TH E CH RISTMAS PARTY More and more voices were audible in the school building as the time ticked on t-owards 7.30 p.m. Entertainment began with clever skits performed by grades eight, eleven, ten, nine and seven, respectively. The brief interpreta- tion of MacBeth by grade eleven students was comically acted by Marjorie Lush and Elizabeth Ann Beaton primarily. This afforded great amusement to the remainder of the school. 'I'he lights were switched offg silence swept the room. Unexpectedly the merry notes of 'tHap-py Birthday Cara Joy rang out, while an enormous candled cake was carried into our midst. Cara was certainly overcome with joy! Besides cake, cokes and doughnuts helped to satisfy our tastes. Hilarious barn dancing and then the singing of Christmas carols brought the delightful evening to a close. Page Fifteen Photo by Harold White Studio YORK HALL ALL the girls have enthusiastically cooperated in York's many activities of 1948-49, giving energy and time to make it an entirely success- ful year. Interest in sports has flourished under the encouraging management of our capable sports captain Clem McNern. The basketball players, supported by many onlookers, succeeded in winning for York the much coveted basketball cup. The excellent sportsmanship displayed by all on field day, in volley ball games and in bowling has always been typical of York girls, and I hope this splendid quality will remain with them in years to come, Everyone has been trying eagerly to gain housepoints and with such individual effort on the part of every girl York can be proud of a wholehearted attempt for the shield. Our efii- cient secretary, Diane Johnson has brought to York a reputation for prompt and faultless house point lists. A delightful Christmas hamper was pr-epared this year, containing a large assortment of food. some clothing and even several toys. The family to which it was given were thrilled with its abundance and variety, and credit for their pleasure should go to all the girls who so will- ingly contributed to it. For the unfailing support and loyal house spirit which Miss Shepley, Miss Dickson and the girls have consistently offered all year, and for the great privilege of York's prefect, I give my sincerest thanks. LINDA WRIGHT. Page Sixteen Photo by Harold White Studio DOUGLAS HALL VFHIS year has proved to be a very eventful one for Douglas Hall. The girls have shown great interest and support in all the various activities of the Hall. Pat Sparling has Worked very hard, coaching the girls in their sports. Early this year, we all enjoyed taking part in the Held day. Last term we succeeded in winning the volley ball cup, and this term we have had much enjoyment playing basketball with the other houses. This Christmas, as usual, Douglas sent gifts to the children at the Point Douglas Mission. Later we received a letter from their secretary, thanking us for our help. Claire Anderson, our secretary has been very efficient and deserves special credit for her weekly house-point lists. I would like to thank Mrs. Little, Miss Hall- dorson and the girls of Douglas for your co- operation and loyal help. Everyone in the house has done her best and has made me proud to be your prefect, I give my sincerest thanks for your interest and unfailing cooperation. NANCY SMITH. Page Seventeen Photo by Harold White Studio GARRY HALL IT is almost the end of another year and sum- mer holidays are not far off. We may thrill at the thought of freedom in the great outdoors but we will always look fondly upon those wonderful times we had at school. Which one of you could ever forget those completely ex- exhausting but completely marvellous basket- ball games or those tantalizing moments in volley ball when the ball barely dribbled over the net. Yes, we played our part in inter-House games and although we didn't draw the blue ribbon there, we did carry home the Junior Field Day and bowling cups, and to show that we were not solely athleitically-minded, we successfully secured first place in the housepoint race at Christmas. Then, at this same season of the year, all the girls at Garry Hall con- tributed with great enthusiasm to our annual hamper-a hamper that would have warmed the hearts of any family. But we could not have achieved this success by ourselves, We are greatly indebted to our teachers, Mrs. Price, Mrs. McEwen, and Miss Arnold for their understanding and helping hand through all the year, to Betty Anne Run- ner, our sports captain, for her continuous en- thusiasm throughout all our sportsg and to Cecily Ann Gunn, our secretary, who has so ably fulfilled her position during the past school months. The unfailing sportsmanship and complete cooperation of Garry Hall have helped to make this year an unforgetable period in the history of Riverbend school. I will always remember the wonderful times we have had together, at Garry, and can so honestly say that I have been extremely proud to have been your prefect for the year 1948-1949. CAROLE WALLICK. Page Eighteen 'fa :fr- Phcto by Harold White Studio NELSON HALL DURING the last year I have had the honour of being house captain of Nelson Hall. Nelson has had a good year and although we are not on top of everything I feel that the support of all the girls in the house has been behind me. Barbara Drybrough has been an excellent secretary, and Joan Mitchell has been a good sports captain. Nelson has had the privilege of having Jocelyn Robb, our sports captain, among its ranks. There were many excellent track athletes in the House who made the Winning of the Senior Field Day possible. We have high hopes of winning the tennis and badminton cups as well .The girls have cooperated willingly in all sports. Although at Christmas we did not do too well in the house-point race. I feel sure that we have brought up our total. Each girl has tried her hardest to bring in house-points and each girl has succeeded admirably, especially in the term just passed. At Christmas the girls were most generous in providing for a hamper for a needy family. Due to a mix-up in addresses the hamper got to the wrong family. However, the girls of the whole school were so unselfish as to provide another hamper for the family that was sup- posed to get it. For the cooperation, house spirit, spirt of good sportsmanship and the generosity of all the girls in Nelson for this year 1948-49, I give my most heartfelt thanks. DAPHNE A. WHITE. Pace Nineteen VICTORY In the library of the school, there is a statuette called Winged Victory which was donated by Colonel Harold Aikins in memory of Sir James Aikins. The Winged Victory is competed for among the four house-s each year. We print below information about VICTORY-by Nina Holland, taken from The Canadian Red Cross Junior. Greece is the home of beautiful statues be- cause it was the Greeks who, five hundred years before Christ, first saw the possibilities that lay in the white marble quarries of their land. They also saw first the beauty and the grace of the human body and made it live again by means of hammer and chisel. Thousands of statues remain which were the work of their hands, some few of them are still perfect, most of them are broken or mutilated, but all bear the mark of genius which ranks above all later efforts. On the landing of the grand stair case of the Louvre, Paris, stands an immense statue, which thousands admire year by year as they wander through that splendid picture gallery. The ceil- ing above is decorated with mosaics and the building is a handsome one, but even in these costly surroundings the Victory is an exile, and, could she burst her prison walls, we can imagine those mighty wings carrying her swiftly and surely back to her home in Greece on the high rocky cliffs of Samonthrace. Here she would alight and rest amidst the flowers of spring- time, the blue vault of heaven above her, the deep blue of the Mediterranean at her feet and the breeze playing through th-e graceful drapery which floats around her. Beautiful where she now is, she was ten times more beautiful in such ta setting, fitted to be the dwelling place of such a triumphant bit of sculpture! Who is this majestic figure? She represents Nike, the Goddess of Victory. In those days the Greeks believed that the gods directed the affairs of the world. Zeus and Athena were the special ones who controlled war, and Nike was their winged attendant. For the history of this particular statue we must go back to the time of Alexander the Great. After his death there was much disputing about his empire amongst his generals. It was decided that the Greek cities should be free. But Ptolemy broke this agreement and entered Greece. Demetrius was sent to Athens with a flee-t of two hundred and fifty ships, and con- quered. He then turned his attention to the Island of Cyprus and once again routed Ptolemy in 306 B.C. It was to Nike that the victory was attributed, so to her a monument was raised on ' 1-. 'IPX 1 .fr ' ' A v the island of Samothrace in the Aegean Sea. - What she looked like when finished we cane only imagine, for the Roman army devastated the land, destroyed the temples and statues, and she was hurled to the ground and shattered to fragments. . In 1865 a Frenchman was wandering about the island of Samothrace, probably enjoying. the View which its' highest point commands. Looking down, he noticed a small bit of White marble sticking out of the ground. Very care- fully .he dug it out, onlygto find another bit appear and still another until he had collected 1 together 118 pieces. These he put into the hands- of trained experts, who, with infinite pauena-i,. fitted one part into another, fastening them - together securely with cement. What was their reward? Gradually this splendid figure was built up and the Victory was saved. 5 Ten years later the pedestal was foundf broken into twenty-three pieces. That also was- restored and the statue placed upon it. Repair- ing it would have been a hopeless task had there been nothing to guide the workmen, but happily a coin had also' been struck off at the same time to commemorate this Victory, and' one side bore a picture of this very statue. She. was represented standing on the forecastle deck of a shipg in her right hand she holds a trumpet to her lips, in the left a torch in the form of a wooden cross, such as is used at night by fisher men of the Aegean Sea. This coin was a great help in the work of restoration. '-1 In those days the vessels of war were calledf! priremes. They were propelled by rowers Who, sat in three tiers at their oars. At the prowy on the middle deck, stood the goddess, and thisi was probably the origin of the figure-heady' which for so long orn-amented the bow of ga Ship, 2 1. The artist, with marvellous ingenuity, has puts! life and motion into the stone. With little imf agination we can see her pursue her course, battling through wind and wave, no eyes with which to see the way, trusting to guidance. Y' that will not fail, with dauntless courage press-,l ing onward. There is power and assurance .inf every part of her being. She brings to m-ind that poem of Robert Browning's which might almost have been dedicated to her- X . - One who never turned his back X but marched breast forward, ,' ' Never doubted clouds would break If 5 Never dreamed, tho' right were ' an worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled ' to fight better, ' Sleep to wake. A J. Page Twenty 4 ,- I xv. g . - -.15 ,t :r s. W m ANN M 1 WW WW WA 7 1 QW. 4 A' 5 Z 2- , if .5 g A E 4 u i 1 S E 2 PIVERBEND SM: figs? A2K .QSSES 'ff 5 , 5 X Q W S 'Q LAKE? X Q 'X E 3 '-s 1 S S K N :!l'Lg 1. ni Z QF - V .Wi W ? W W 'ix ww -wp... ' N.,-w- ' QW .5 F, H1 I , 1 ,F Q, -y ,fff , , f f ,M- rxwh A A .- . . jg.-N,.. In f xi' - ' Yi'.: ':s'-f SI' ' -A FIELD DAY RESULTS ' JUNIOR FIELD DAY 1 2 3 HIGH JUMP: ' 1. Roberta Robertson. 2. Judy Spence, Joanne Meyer, 3. Ca-rol MacAul-ay. BROAD JUMP: 1. Roberta Robertson. 2. Muriel Edmonds. 3. Joanne Meyer. WHEELBARROW RACE: 1. Roberta Robertson, Muriel Edmonds. l 2 3 . 1 2 3 . B Class Allison Brown. ' Claire Tribble. ' Betty Ann Runner. . . : Class C ' f Diane Armstrong. '12 Joan Mitchell. 5 ' ' J oanx Mitchell. u Q Y' Class D , I ,U Sandra McNamara. Clara Joy Hughes. Annie Lou Ormiston. l I ff H' 1 2. Carol MacAulay, Shirley Prouse. SPRINT: l f' 4 3. Patsy Smith, Georgina Steele. Class A U z Q- 1 Jocelyh Robb. A 'I GRADES I. AND II. 2 Elizabeth Ann Beaton. f 3. Ruth Anderson. . - ' 3,15 HIGH JUMP: 1. Joyce Belloff. 2. John Bracken. 3. Diana Sheppard. . l 2 . . 3 GRADES III. AND IV. 1 HIGH JUMP: 2 1. Dana Lee Hopson. 3 2. Gail Burrows. 3. Jean Hamilton. 1 Y 2 SENIOR FIELD DAY 3 Class B ' Allison Brown, J Betty Arm Runner. Helen Grant. Class Joan Mitchell. Diane Armstrong. Linda Wright. . D B is ' v :..g, kg Class Clem McNern. . ' 1 I ., in Sandra McNamara. Cara Joy Hughes. V, HIGH JUMP: BALL THROW: - Class A Class A 11 1. Elizabeth Ann Beaton. 1 Ruth Anderson- , Q, 2. Ruth Anderson. 2 Dulcle Ann Thompson. 3. Jocelyn Robb. 3. Catherine Robertson. F 'J Class B Class B ' 1. Allison Brown. 1 Betty Ann Runner' ' - V Q Helen Grant. 2 Claire Anderson. ' iz 3. Betty Ann Runner. 3' Helen Grant' ' it - Class C Class C 53,1 1. Diane Armstrong. 1. Mary Hope Mclnnes. .- 4 2. Joan Mitchell. 2 Joan Mitchell- ' -1 .: 3. Mary Hope Mclnnes. 3' Dlane Johnson' x' Class D . Class D 1 :Q 1. Cl-em McNern. I Pat Sparhng' I I 1 2. Clem McNern. .. 2 3 . Cara Joy Hughes. . Donna Young, Sandra McNamara. 9 U- RI 'Q Nancy Smith. K RUNNING BROAD JUMP: Gills I-xggner of the Junior Field Day- B Class The winner of the Senior Field Day l. Jocelyn Robb, Catherine Robertson. Nelson Haul . ' ,' 2. Elizabeth Ann Beaton. 3. Ruth Anderson. , Page Twenty-four TAMARA MARKELL2 -. 'Q '. , '.' . Y, F S . 4-4 V - y ur .. , . . , ' . o .Y . ' jr, ' . - - I fl -2- 1m..L.ff'..m i 4 8 8 Nath 1 'J W I I' I W 'tW1xXWl1v 5 4 X. mmllu. mm il . HN 12:6 i' igw 1 l W ., 'W E ff W' A Mn a h It ' ' U4 1 3 nut , WM lu, img! 1 R I ll. W X Km, .W , ww' Am I LL v n QM' .gfgtgg g ,Q o,0,, 0,39 so O 3' 'tg R .5 ' ww mls. ,dl gxv' mf ,n lx hu' gb I O Q! Zzovgzab . 50975206 ov' 19 ' QQQ gag? 4Q,39:,sQty 6 ' -. I r Q I 4 ',-' 6 r Rf. ' '05 O 9 ,'0' 'bean ' I 'U ' visits ' A' .X X . i is N-9 AS I look back on the year's sports activities I think they have been very worthwhile. Field Day in the fall was a good effort. The sports captains worked and the results showed in the running and jumping. The hurdles relay was well done in spite of it being such a new activity. Going into the City High School Volleyball League was good for us. At first volleyball was quite a struggle. I can still hear the groans from many of you as we kept at it for many weeks. Its a great game and I'm so glad you have come to like it. The effort was worth it. Having just learned the gam-e, you played very well against stiff competition and y-ou were wonderful sports about some pretty grim scores. After all th-at is the important thing isn't it? The shortness of the basketball sch-edules I know was keenly felt, but at least we have our trip to Kenora to finish off our season. The basketball teams played excellently. We started to practice much later inthe season this year and the dramatics took many of our players. Again the question comes up, why do we play against other schools? To win? or to get our enjoyment out, of playing the game? The thrill of teamwork, the co-ordination of brain and body. I was' proud of the way you people handled yourselves on the Hoor at all times. Thank you too for your enthusiasm and hard work at practices. Skiing was extra this year, and certainly en- joyed by all would be Bill Irwins. We were lucky to get such a competent instructor. It is wonderful the spirit good instructors can instill in their pupils. There is no thrill quite like skiing. It is a glorious sport. Badminton, swimming and tennis, will be participated in after Easter, and this year we hope to take several more girls to Portage to compete in the Manitoba Provincial Track and Field Meet. Our sports year therefore should end with a full schedule indeed. Sports are a very important part of a school curriculum. The education you are getting is preparing you to go out and cope with life. Life has often been compared to a game. Games teach teamwork. A team that has many in- dividualists on it is not the winning team. If you can learn to co-operate and work with the other fellow it is a great thing. Games teach fair, clean play. A team that plays a clean, fast, fair game, knows in its heart that it is the winning team. Games teach discipline. There are rules to every game and we must learn to curb our impetuosity and willfulness and follow the rules of that game. Games teach perserverance. During a game you don't quit because the going is tough, or you are losing. n 't You play all the harder with every ounce of energy and strength you have. Games teach courage, quickness of thinking, agility, and coa ordination of the whole body. Most important of all games teach good sportsmanship. You can't win all the time. The glory comes from playing a game with your whole heart, for the playing of it. Life won't always work out your way, there will be disappointments, but if sports have taught you to carry on in spite of many obstacles to be good losers and graceful winners then they have achieved their purpose. My two years at Riverbend have been very happy ones. The sports captains have been will- ing workers and a great help. Thank your so much girls for your co-operation, you under- standing, your enthusiasm and for the feeling you gave me that you were pulling with me the whole time. The friendship I have here I do value hihly. I know that the memory of River- bend School and all whom I have come to know and love will always be with me. So to address our spirits to the height, ' And so attune them to the valiant whole, That the great light be greater for our lights, And the great soul the stronger for our soul: To have done this is to have lived through fame Remember us with no familiar name. GRUCZ. . i' RIVERBEND WINS AGAIN! The Kenora teams arrived at Riverbend to have the annual game of basketball against the school. The games began at two o'c1ockg -they proved to be exciting, close and full of fun. We had two girls, Sheila Harri-et and Mary Graham from St. Mary's to referee. The Junior game offered a fine display of sportsmanship, and we compliment you, juniors, on your unity in your teamwork. The sefnior game was a very good game, en- joyed by all the players. J uniors:-Annie Lou Ormiston, Helen Grant, Val Head, Janie Park, Carla Ann Stewart, Anne Jenkins, Mary Hope Mclnnes, Ann Stephenson, Janet Bleeks, Carolyn Dyson, Monica Brown, Ann Fox. , Final score 16-14. Seniors:-Cara Joy Hughes, C-lem McNern, Liz Ann Beaton, Paddy Lou Sparling, Pat Stone, Rutha Anderson, Claire Tribble, Betty Ann Runner, Diane Armstrong, Nancy Smith, Donna Young, Joss Robb, Barbara Drybrough, Mar- jorie Lush, Joan Mitchell, Sandra McNamara. Final score 32-14. J OSS ROBB. Page Twenty-six .,. . KL. .A Photo by Harold White Studio FIRST BASKETBALL TEAM SECOND BASKETBALL TEAM Photo by Harold White Studio INTERMEDIATE BASKETBALL TEAM Photo by Harold White Studio ,-,ivw JUNIOR BASKETBALL ' 1 Photo! by Harold White Studio VOLLEYBALL TEAMS H n Photo by Harold White Studio Page Twenty-eight 1 1 ' , I' X V, Y- f , -' .. -..1.o.Jg'nf.'.-.-'-.A' ,3 A, C1 INTERSCHOOL VOLLEYBALL This year Riverbend entered into the Inter- High School Volleyball League. At the begin- ning of the year, many of the girls were un- familiar with the game, but under the careful coaching of Miss Grusz, the teams were soon lined up, Teams from all over the city were played and all the games showed teamwork and sportsmanship from all the players. It is hoped that an even greater interest will be taken in the game next year. at BOWLING The bowling this year was very successful. Every Monday after four about twenty-five of the girls went down to the Y.M.C.A. where they enjoyed two games of bowling. There were quite a few girls who had never bowled much before, and I think that they found bowl- ing reguarl-y improved their game. Our interhouse bowling was played off. on the second Saturday in December. Each house had five girls on a team. Clem McNern, Linda Christie, Annie Lou Ormiston and Linda Wright bowled for York. Betty Ann Runner, Ruth Anderson, Cara Joy Hugh-es, Pat Stone and Carole Wallick, made up Garry's team. The Douglas team had Pat Sparling, Donna Young, Roberta Scrase, Maureen Nord and Claire Anderson. Nelson's team consisted of Joan Mitchell, Barbara Drybrough, Claire Tribble, Patsy Sigurdson and Muriel McCullagh. Garry won the cup, but the other teams were close behind. I am sure all the girls agree that it was fun, even if their team didn't come out on top. CLAIRE ANDERSON. 'I' AIice's Adventures in WonderIand By Lewis Carroll Arranged by V. A. Pearn was presented at the school on March 18, 1949. Characters in order of appearance A1ice's Big Sister ............................ Allison Brown Alice ......................... ........ S usanne Chester Frog-Footman ....... ................... P at Riley Fish-Footman ....... .............. D orothy Jackson White Rabbit ........ .......... D ulcie Ann Thomson Mouse --............... ................ G ail Macdonald Dodo ---.-- ......... A nn Stephenson Owl -------- ........ Patsy Ann Wright Canary ............... ......., C arol MacAu1ay Little Canary ...... ........ M avis Gossling The Duchess ...... ..........,........... I sabel Rife The Cook ..,.....................,....... Paddy Lou Sparling The Knave of Hearts ..,................. Joan Sheppard The Queen of Hearts ................ Cecily Ann Gunn The March Hare ........ ........... M arilyn May The Mad Hatter ...... ......... J anet Bleeks The Doormouse ........,......................... Judy Spence 1 Two ...... Nora Ann Richards The Gardeners: f Five .....,,. Barbara Parliament J Seven .... Sandra McNamara The King of Hearts ........................ Diane Johnson . Q Ruth Anderson 2 Muriel Edmonds f Jean Hamilton Executloners ........... ...... The Children Elizabeth Echols l Janet McCutcheon L Carol Hayman The Gryphon ........... ............... M arjorie Lush The Mock Turtle .................... Mary Hope Mclnnis At the Piano-Eileen Arnold In charge of costumes .................... Carole Wallick In charge of properties ...................... Nancy Smith by arrangement with Samuel French Limited. ir WILL YOU EVER FORGET? Will you ever forget- The day the teachers' room was moved to the gallery? The Grade 9,s blackballs? The Home Ec. fashion show? Those extra lunch tables? Linda's SS3.50? Carole and Cara's frozen daffodil? Roberta on field-day? The arrival of Fisher? May's sun lamp? Gail's, I didnit do anything! Isabel's marshmallows? Grade X's housecleaning? Susie's Hash bulbs? The Kenora basketball game? Miss Carter's semi-annual trip with her jar of money ? Hamlet? The skits? Detention? The Grade seven's wonderful reputation? Snow fights in the noon hour? As long as memory prevails, these are the things we'll never forget. Page Twenty-nine .la I BASKETBALL 1948 - 49 A TMS Year has been a good year for basket- ball, under our coach, Miss Gursz, the teams have made a go-od showing. Because the season was extremely late we played each school only once. The seniors won two out of three games. On February 25th Kenora came up and played us. Their senior and junior teams played our intermediate and seniors. Riverbend won both games. The girls on all the teams have shown a real interest and have come to practice faithfully throughout the season each girl had a wonder- ful idea of good sportsmanship and stuck to it very well. First Team Second Team Pat Sparling,. F. Ruth Anderson, F. Cara Joy Hughes, F. Dolores Lindholm, F. Eliz, Ann Beaton, F. Pat Stone, F. Clem McNern, F. Claire Trib-ble, F. Joss Robb, F. Marj. Lus'h, G. Nancy Smith, G. Barb. Drybrough, G. Diane Armstrong, G. Lorraine Brown. G. Donna Young, G. Joan Mitchell, G. Isabel Rife, G. The captain of the senior team was Clem McNern who wa-s one of the stars of the season. The seciond's captain was Ruth Anderson. The intermedi-ate were led by Helen Grand and the junio-rs by Dolores Palmatier. Some of the players who stood out were Diane Armstrong, Nancy Smith, Barb Drybrough, Ann Fox, Nora Ann Richards as guards and Clem McNern, Elizabeth Ann Beaton, Ruth Anderson, Jane Park, Annie Lou Ormiston and Muriel Edmonds as forwards. The teams plan to go to Kenora a return engagement in the early part of May. We are all looking forward to this trip very much. Juniors Gail MacDonald, F. Mavis Gossling, F. Joan Sheppard, F. Muriel Edmond, F. Joanne Meyer, F. Elizabeth Hamilton, F. Janet Bleeks, G. Dulcie A. Thomson, F.. Cath. Robertson, F. Carol Feinstein, G. Linda Christie, G. G Intermediates Carla Stewart, F. Helen Grant, F. Jane Park, F. Barb. Fisher, F. Valerie Head, F. Ann Lou Ormiston, F. M. Hope Mclnnes, G. Ann Stevens-on, G. Ann Fox, G. Carolyn Dyson, G. Susanne, Chester, . Audrey Hanberg, G. Georgia Brown, G. Monica Brown, G. Diane White, G. ' Dolores Palmaftier, G. Pat Riley, G. N Nora Ann Richards, G. 'A' 'A' THE HALLOWE'EN PARTY On Friday afternoon, Oct. 30th, all the girls from grade -one to six came in costume to a Hallowe'en party in the school gym. First there was a grand parade and all the girls, and the boy, marched down the hall into all the class- rooms so that everyone might see these wonder- ful pirates, fairies, witches, gypsies, goblins and a host of others, Carold Hayman Cgypsyb and Roberta Robertson Qblind many won prizes Ior their costumes. Then several games were played. Finally ice cream, cakes, cookies and candies were served. Balloons, had been hoisted to the rafters and, with a pull of the string, 'these cascaded down-unfortunately one bunch of balloons stuck and caused some excitement. The party-goers left shortly after four o'c1ock. LILAC TEA The lilac tea of 1949 was held on May 218, 1948. Tea was served in the dining-room. Each house had a corner of the room. There was one long table at the end -of the room at which a former member of each house poured tea. Flowers were beautifully arranged on the table and it looked truly beautiful. Th-e proceeds .of a sale of work done by the girls went towards the United Church Fresh Air Camp. A picture made of shells was railed. Outside there was the fish-pond run by Grade Nine, and an ice cream stand. The younger ones got a thrill from these. The weather was very bright and warm all day. The girls, stafif, and weather all contribut-ed to make the lilac tea a great success. DAPHNE WHITE. Page Thirty ' A J 1 s I 5 4.5 . ...T MUSIC SECTION ,1 ,Y W MISS ARNOLD MRS. CARTER MISS NAKAUCHI MRS. GRAHAM Page Thirty-one Q f 5 ' THE WINNIPEG SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA The final establishment of the Winnipeg Symphony Orchestra has made the season of 1948-49 a highly momentous one for Winnipeg's music lovers. In July 1948, after nearly two years of con- tinual effort by the Provincial Committee, many of the preliminary difficulties were overcome and a Board of Directors was appointed to organize the orchestra and obtain a suitable conductor. Out of thirty applicants for the position of conductor, Mr. Walter Kaufmann was chosen. He has quickly proven his immense worth, not only to the orchestra, but to Winnipeg's musical life in general. Mr. Kaufmann is a British citizen of Czecho- slovakian origin. He graduated from Prague University, and also attended the Berlin State College of Music. He has held important posi- tions in Czechoslovakia, India, England and fprior to coming to Winnipegh, Halifax, N.S. The orchestra consists of about seventy players, with the following instruments being used: violins, violas, violincelos, basses, flutes. PhOt0 by Harold White Studio oboes, clarinets, bassoons, horns, trumpets. trombones tympani and percussion, a harp and a tuba. Under Mr. Kaufmann's capable leader- ship, they have given five concerts of a high standard during their first season. They also collaborated with the Winnipeg Ballet in their annual winter performances. Winnipeg's citizens are understandably proud of their new symphony orchestra. Winnipegls students realize that they are in- deed fortunate. For now, they have an oppor- tunity of attending regular performances of an orchestra, and thus becoming familiar with the appearance and tone of the various instruments. as well as hearing many of the best orchestral compositions. EILEEN ARNOLD 'k TALLY-HO During the winter months the girls from Grade VII to Grade XII held one tally-ho. They met at the school a little before -eight to discover that only one tally-ho had arrived. Although most of the girls had to walk, this did not dampen their spirits. They went back to school for refreshments and a game of basketball. Page Thirty-two W ,fm A nf aI Il w' q'mWllIlll ' IfIIll 'V mf 1 ,wil kk I u 0 Illl .ff n' +ff'?,',fn1wwf ' Ilwulfr ,,f .WWIIIV IIW' 0 DAN+CE, BALLERINA, DANCE A sheet of rain swept over the glistening cobbles and lashed up against the already- soaked billboard which announced the even- ing's presentation of Allegory, Finishing School and Swan Lake. And inside the theatre on which this billboard hung, all the rich color and warm excitement of an expectant audience seemed oblivious to any dampening or dreary influences of the rainy night outside. Backstage there was the tense excitement and the nervous chatter of the ballet chorus which always occupies the 'ballet's opening nights. Crisp muslin skirts whispered of ample starching as trained muscles desperately went over last-minute Ulimlbering-up exercises. 'iTwo minutes to go. The harsh drawl of the stage-manager temporarily stilled the white swirl of the graceful dancers, striking the usual panic to their hearts and muscles. Then there was a respectful hush as the prima ballerina descended the metal stairs, her short, white skirt stiff above her hard, lithe legs, her hand barely touching the steel railing. Her feverishly bright eyes noted a nervous smile here, a wish of good luck there, a wave of crossed- fingers from another corner. It was always the same. She smiled, almost bitterly, as she noticed the worshipping gaze of a little dark-eyed danseuse, a newcomer. She would soon lose her sweet, quiet attitude and become but a cog in the graceful, hardened machine of the ballet. The dance began. Every movement was of quiet grace, every movement seemed effort- less-but every movement was only the pro- duct of endless days of hard exercise and drill, and often tears. Entrance, exit, attitude, ara- besque, pirouette, lunge-every movement was the beginning of the next. The prima donna's body easily, slowly per- fected the positions. The strong hands of her partner steadied her as she precariously danced on one toeshoe, then the other. The bright stage lights seemed to shut out the very world itself, except for the compelling flow of music from the orchestra pit. The Swan Lake ballet ebbed to its dramatic close. The final curtain sank in heavy, velvet folds. There was a stunned silence, then the muffled roar of hundreds of pairs of hands spontaneously acclaimed their appreciation. A curtsey, a smile-once, twice, five times in all- a final kiss to blow to the audience, and the triumph is hers. Wonderful Mademoiselle! You were mar- vellousf' Really superb tonight. Ah, that was your best yet, my little one -this from the old electrician was the crown of compli- ' 'l T'?li! P - . U1 f.-ii j' . Q3 ments. A gentle smile of thanks and it was done, over. They say it was an inspired -performance. Aye, they'll not forget this one. The slender girl in the belted brown slicker and emerald green 'kerchief smiled as she overheard the two stagehands, her amateur critics. Silently, almost reluctantly, the prima ballerina slipped into the rainy night, her cheek brushing the heavy, splintered door-edge before it closed bee hind her. Rain drops mingled with tears. splashing down her cheeks. Already the throb of her heart was a rythmic pain to h-er lungs. The morning sun dum-ped its bright warmth into the streets. Paper-boys scurried. to their posts on street corners, raising their cries. A Read all about it-prima donna found dead on street after magnific-ent performance. Old A Dic Whiteny watched the cobbles under his feet as he heard their cry. He could see her yet as she lay on the sidewalk in the rain. Then he saw her again-before his desk, her dark eyes widened, and pleading, her quiet -voice breathless, desperate. But I've lived to dance.- You know that. I can't stop and give it up for a life of, of nothing-devoid of ballet. Ballet is my life. l'd rather die than stop dancing, just for my heart. The sun caught a moist glint on his heavy eyelashes. God, rest her soul. She knew it was her last dance. The sun flooded over the cobbles, and shone warmly on the billboard, drying the warped. announcement of Allegory, Finishing School Swan Lake. CARA J oy HUGHES, Gr. AXI. ir THE YOUNG DEER Once there was a young deer that lived with his mother in the forest. One day he went near a man's home and the boy caught him and made a pen for him. Every day the boy went to see him. Then one day the boy let h-im out.. The deer liked him. Later the deer went home to his mother. She scolded him. One day the hunters came to the forest. The young deer thought that men were his friends andlhe came out to see him. The men shot at him and hurt him, and he ran to his mother. The men follow- ed him. He and his mother both ran from the men, The men shot at them but they go-t away. Some time later the men came b-ack but the deer had left the forest. So you should not make a pet of a deer because he will think man-p is his friend, and when you let him go he will come to hunters. JEN CLARK, Gr. II. Page Thirty-jour .,.,Y Hg. -. bg.:-21 '- f AN EVENTFUL DAY IN MY LIFE For over four years, I had been employed as confidential secretary to Professor Charles Well- burn, head scientist of the Atomic Research Corp-oration, and during that period, informa- tion about m-any wonderful discoveries had passed through my hands. At university Science had always held a strange fascination for me, rg, . and I looked upon my position as something more than just that of handling confidential correspondence, arranging interviews, and re- cording scientific data. June 16th, 1948! That date will remain fresh in memory for the rest of my life. Nothing can possibly happen to make me forget it. F-or some weeks prior to that date, there had been an air of excitement around the office. Something big was taking place, but whatever it was remained the guarded secret of Pro- fessor Wellburn and his assistant professor Leigh. Lately these two famous scientists had been conducting secret experiments in Profes- sor Wellburnfs small but up to date laboratory -experiments in which cute little monkeys seemed to play an important part. As the days went by, my own curiosity was aroused to such an extent that during their absence one after- noon, I took the liberty of entering the labora- tory, Maybe it was just plain curiosity, or perhaps the atmosphere of the place, but I soon found myself wandering around wondering just what had taken place -there lately, and what part the little monkeys had played in the experiments. I stopped in front of the cages and became so engrossed in my thoughts, that I forgot my head was resting on one of the cages until I felt a sharp bite on my right hand. Yes, one of those cute little monkeys had bitten two of the fingers on my right hand, but although he had drawn blood, I d-id not pay much attention to it at the time, as I had noticed a shiny white metal bowl which somehow seemed to attract me to it. I know it was a special kind of bowl used only in certain experiments, and upon picking it up, I noticed that it contained a few drops of clear liquid. I can remember putting my right hand into the bowl and running my fingers around it, after which I wiped it dry and decided to lock up for the day. As I lived -in an apartment by myself, I de- cided to have dinner downtown and go to a movie. I remember quite distinctly a strange feeling coming over me in the movie, and can now clearly recall the look of amazement on the doormtan's face, and the way he looked around as if Wondering where the voice had come from, when I bid him goodnight. Arriving home, I w-as so tired that I neglected the usual before-bed preparations. The next day was Sundayg plenty of time to catch up then, so I got into my pyjamas and was asleep as sdon as I was in between the sheetst. Sunday morning I got up as usual, got the coffee started, and jumped into my bath. Thiere's a full length mirror in the b-athroom and as I was drying myself I casually glanced into amazed to see no reflection. Was it and was there steam on the mirror, oh was something wrong with my eyes? I wiped the mirror off but still see no reflection. Yes, it must be my eyes, or-was it my imagination? I hope that I will never again experience such a feeling of panic as came over me at that time. Controlling my feelings as best I could, I de- cided to experiment, and instead of having breakfast in my apartment, went out to a corner cafe where I was fairly well known. Entering the cafe, I said good-morning to the cashier, who knew me very well by sight and was amazed to see her turn around as if she were trying to locate me although I was actually standing right in front of her. Taking a seat at the nearest table, I overheard her ask- ing the waitress if she had seen me come in. What was the matter? I was sitting right in full view of them and they could not see me. Were they crazy, or was I . . . invisible? Some- thing was wrong and I meant to find out just what the trouble was, I simply had to find out discover the truth,-but how? I left the cafe and had not walked far up the street when I met Patrolman Cassidy coming toward me. During the time I had lived in this district, we had formed quite an acquaintance and here was my opportunity to find out just what was wrong. Would he recognize me, I wondered. By this time we had drawn abreast of each other and I could see he would pass me by so I said, Good-morning Mr. Cassidy, don't you recognize me? He stopped short, looked around him, and then scratched his head in amazement! Saints preserve me, he muttered. Could it be the spirits ata1kin'? Then without an- other word he walked quickly up the street. Now I was convinced that something terrible had happened to me. I could see, talk, eat, drink and walk around but nobody could see me. Terror soon got control of meg I was afraid of people walking into me, afraid of being run over, in fact, as I was afraid of everything I hastily sought the safety of my apartment. There I turned on the radio expecting to hear that some strange malady had struck the city but no such thing was broadcast. I thought of consulting a doctor but he might think me Page Thirty-five .1c1- -. fm.. . crazyg no, better to get in touch with Professor Wellburng he at least would not run away from me. I called him at his home and while I waited for him to answer I wondered what I could tell him. When he did answer, I blurted out, Pro- fessor, I'm invisible! There was such a long pause that I thought he had fainted. Then his calm voice came over the telephone, That's you Miss McLean, isn't it? Yes, I managed to whisper. Well you give me your address and I'll be right over with Professor Leigh. That wait seemed to me to be endless, but eventually they did arrive and even their presence seemed to quiet me. Pointing to a chair, Professor Wellburn told me to sit down and began plying me with ques- tions. What had I done before I left the office on Saturday? What had I handled? What had happened in the meantime? Suddenly Professor Leigh said, In some strange manner Miss McLean has got our new serum into her blood stream. Instantly I remembered the monkey bite and my rubbing my fingers around the shiny metal bowl. That's how the serum had entered my blood stream! This information brought prompt action, an ambulance was called and I was rushed down to the ofhce and into Professor Wellburn's laboratory. There he prepared an injection and instructed me how to use it. Afterwards I was bundled back into the ambulance, driven home, and put to bed with a special nurse to take care of me. I was assured that I would be well in the morning, The first thing I did when I woke up was to rush over to the mirror. Yes, there I was just as natural as ever. Was yesterday's experience just a dream? How would I ever face the cashier at the cafe, or Patrolman Cassidy the next time I saw them? DIANE JOHNSON, Gr. X. if TENNIS MANIAC I was enthusiastically watching a game of tennis between two of my friends when my attention was distracted by the arrival of a serious looking girl who took the chair next to mine. She placed her books on the bench beside her and turned to watch the game. I also turn- ed back to the game and we both sat watching in silence for some time. Oh, wasn't that a beautiful shot? I asked, hoping to start a conversation. Uh, uh, she answered without turning her head, Silence and then I asked, Are you interested in tennis? Ulnterested? Why, my dear girl, I won the tennis finals last year. Oh, you must play a lot, then. Yes, I do. I practice at least two and a half hours every day. There was a period of silence and then I asked, Did you see the tennis m-atch yester- day? Yes, she responded. What did you think of Bill Jonsson's play- ing? He didn't play as well as the oth-er one. You mean Bob Willis? ' Yes, and yet he won, she went on. But the game is finished and I must go. As she stood up, one of her books fell to the ground. I bent over to pick it up and in doing so, glanced casually at the title. To my surprise, the words Tips on Tennis stared me in the face. Later, I asked a friend of hers how well she played tennis. She's never had a tennis racket in her hand in her life, she responded. DOROTHY JACKSON, Gr. X. 'A' MISCHIEF A little brown puppy was sitting on his pillow out in the sun. His mother had been scolding him because he would not let her wash his paws. Suddenly he heard a loud sharp noise. which sounded like a fox. His mother had gone to the barn, so he started out to find what the noise was. The colt asked where he was going but the puppy did not answer. He met the ducks, the baby pig, the calf, and the kitten, and they all asked where he was going, but he did not answer. He went deeper and deeper into the forest. All of a sudden he stopped still for there stood a large wolf. He yelped, and ran for home as fast as he could. Before he knew it he was home. His mother said that after this she was going to call him Mischief. GAYLE MCLEAN, Gr. IV. 'A' LABELS AND JELLY SPOONS I come before you to stand behind you to tell you something which I know nothing about. I have come to tell you there will be a ladies' meeting for gents only. Admission is free, pay at the door. Take a chair and sit on the floor. The meeting will be held at the four corners of the Round Table on Thursday which is Good Fraiday. ELIZABETH WALTON, Gr. IV. Page Thirty-six 5 . . , v... - Iiu:i.me'..: I AM THE ONLY HUMAN BEING ALIVE IN THE WORLD The world spun round on its axis at a terrific rate-I could feel it in my head! The earth cracked, the thunder roared, the lightning filled the sky. Something very strange was hap- pening! The ground quivered, an exploding 'blast resounded-crash, boom! It really must have been one of those geographical earth- quakes. All died down, silence reigned. Whew, what a relief! There I was dressed in an orange flannel night-dress, a daintily embroidered night-cap and a pair of rubber boots. Anyone would certainly have ridiculed my appearance- 'but where was everyone and where was I? Where? Utterly bewildered I stood completely alone in the centre of a large open field. My sur- roundings were totally different from any I had even seen. No one was in sight, and I was dressed in this peculiar fashion. Had I lost my mind? No! It was still attached to my shoul- ders. The last thing I could remember was sitting peacefully in a very uninteresting geo- graphy lesson. Now the first idea that crossed my mind was to explore. A few leaps and a bound found me on the opposite side of the field-my legs certainly must have stretched. From there, one flickering light glimmered in a cardboard house, so I advanced. Under dropping conifers, across a cobbled street I walked to enter a queer-shaped hut. Not a soul stirred. Per- turbed by this lonely atmosphere, I quickly departed and walked past many curious shops. I was confronted with odd signs and impossible letters. I was lonely, there was no one to talk to or even to see. Deserted this place was, most definitely. Where had everyone disappeared? A statue of Buddha-well, I was in China, of course. How silly of me not to know. That was a rice field in which I had previously been wading. I knew that rice must be well irri- gated in order to grow. What a dismal place this was! I snooped around a bit more, arrived at a restaurant and luckily found a huge dish of hot chow-mein sitting on a table. I con- sum-ed it as quickly as I could, but it took rather a long time because the chop-sticks were so hard to handle. Then I continued on my journey. Around the corner I found an aircraft stand- ing idle. This surely must have been one of the American planes sent to help China fight the Communists fcurrent event discussions do come in handy!! Immediately I stepped into the plane and took off. The chow-mein was bothering me at this point! Where was I to go? I decided to visit India first, possibly because I might meet some relatives or friends, one never knew. A tiresome voyage it was indeed, perhaps the motionless aid in the Stratosphere was affecting me. However, I did arrive at my des- tination in twenty-five seconds to be exact Cmy watch was forever faithfulh. A land of silks and spices, rubber and tea, yes, this was India. I headed for the Taj Mahal. The man who built this palace must have had a few pennies. I remembered that India has some of the wealth- iest men in the world. The building was splen- dour personified, but there was no one around to admire it. What a shame! Calcutta was a beautiful port, and Ceylon was covered with rubber trees. At no time in my quiet and un- eventful life had I dreamt of being able to see all this. The time was rapidly marching on, so again I took leave. The monsoon winds were just going out to sea, so they gladly provided a wind to sail my little craft. This certainly did come in handy! The winds were so powerful that I landed in Africa in no time at all. Not a human being was in sight-but it was fun exploring by myself. I saw the arid desert looking bleak and homeless and the trees pointing their fingers everywhere. I remembered that Rho- desia was noted for its gold, so I found a little spade and hacked away until I discovered some of the precious metal. This I stowed in my pocket and then sailed south. The sailing was calm and glorious. The sun shone at such an angle that I got a horrible burn. I discovered that I was near the Tropic of Cancer where the sun in winter months reaches its greatest height. I passed the Cape of Good Hope and eventually reached the West Indies. Coffee plants were plainly visible, but again I could see no people. What a queer world this was! In Mexico, situated on a coastal plain. I secured a wee auto. Before departing I noticed the brightly-coloured pottery in the street bazaars. As I sped homeward, I could see cotton plantations, corn fields and browsing cattle. Good grief-a bump! Maybe the 49th parallel! It is supposed to be only one of those lines running around the globe to help you locate cities, isn't it? The prairies, with an elevation of less than 500 feet, felt good to me now. That motor trip was quite an experience, and now I had arrived in time-yes, just in time to heari Now I must have perfect atten- Read pages 201-249 tion from everyone of you. in your World Georgraphy for tomorrow? Oh! What a let down! There is certainly no denying that I was the only human being alive in that world. CECILY ANN GUNN, Gr. X. Page Thirty-seven k , .'uf.- r., SPRING Usually when people write about spring they tell how wonderful it is to be warm, to hear the birds sing and to have the snow gone. That, perhaps unfortunately, is noft the only side. There is the slush, the water and the mud. First, take the matter of streets. If you get dressed up to go down town, a passing car is sure to bathe you in muddy water. Then say you, liike me, live on an unpaved street. That pre- sents diiliculties. Each day you have an im- portant decision to make, Will you take the car home or will you leave it at the store? Well, you've got a lot of parcelsg you think you'll drive the car home. You bounce along in deep ruts, the axle scraping the centre of the roadg you twist and slide awkwardly out of them and splash through half a foot of water into your driveway. Hurrah! This must be your lucky dayg this time you make it. Of course, if you don't there's always the tow truck that will help you out-it will be free in two or three hours. Then, of course, there are the rains that come with spring. This adds extra dampness. This you definitely don't need, but what can you do about it? Nothing. With all this dampness, water and slush, there is the matter of muddy footprints to con- sider. If you leave your rubbers outside, it's sure to rain, if only through spite. On the other hand if you bring the rubbers in, you have to get out paper, it is hard not to drop mud in doing so. Spring is also the time when you appreciate a dog most. In the dog bounds, full of joy. and races through the house scattering rugs and mud wherever he goes. After reading this, you may think I don't like spring. Believe you me, I do. ANN Fox, Gr. IX. 'A' A SMART COWBOY One day a young cowbow was riding home with bad news for his father. The young cow- boy, Ted Connor, went into the house and called his father. His father asked what was wrong and he answered that some cows had been stolen. His father was very angry because fifty cattle had already been stolen. Now ten more were stolen. Ted was suspicious of the cowhands because they always went to town when the cattle were stolen. One day when Ted was riding his black horse, he suddenly heard a noise behind him. The cowhands were supposed to be in town, but Ted didn't believe that they were. Suddenly someone said Reach! and Ted reached. When 'Z' Tj' 3 QU. YET , .V 1 - f 'Tiki ii ,NL 'n FF . 1 , v 'f the man came out of the bush, he was wearing? a mask. He wore funny clofthes, but his voice? sounded like one of the cowhands, His' horse, to, seemed to belong to one of the cowhands.. That night sixty cattle were stolen. Then next - morning he told his father what happened. The -horse that the man was riding was in the corral. One dfay a week later, Ted was waiting in a bush near the cattle, with a group of men. The cowhands had said they were going to town but . Ted didn't believe them. Suddenly three' masked men came out of a bush. They started to round up the cattle anddrive them to their hideout when three more outlaws came from.- town and handed the leader a bag of money.. Then Ted and his gang of men came out of the, bush on the other side of the outlaws and told . 'them to reach. When the men were rounded up - and unmasked, they were the cowhands of Ted's father's ranch, the Circle Triangle. After the outlaws were rounded up, Tedl Was, talking to his father. His father asked him how he knew and he explained he knew they didn't go to town. Town was south and they Went' west! - . -. SANDRA CLARK, Gr. IV. f . THE ROSE BUD In the garden at play one day . I saw a rosebud bright and gay, . The gentle breeze was playing with her ' To make her happy all the day. i The rosebud nodd.ed to and fro They played at hide and seek, , I listened and I listened ' A But I couldn't hear them speak. ' ' DANA LEIGH HOPSONI Gr. IV. ' ' 'A' A SUNSET . g The real beauty of a sunset usually comes after: the sun has set. When that great red ball of fire has sunk below the horizon, the afterglow shines upon the tranquil waters, turning them aipale .. red, The forest lining the shores of thellaikgf turn-s almost black, contrasting with the pale.: sky and red waters. The few clouds in the sky, . once a fluffywhite, also catch the afterglow of the sun, and turn a violet shade. They seernf like mystic dreamboats floating in a sky of very' pale,-yet dusky, blue. This splendour lasts. for ' a short time only. Soon night, like a darkil shadow, creeps slowly over, and dims this mag! nificence and, in less than an hour, all signs oft sunset are lost behind those dark hills. ' SUSANNE CHESTER, Gr. VIII. . ' Page Thirty-eight ' 1' I ' . . 'T '.L. . 'JY ,fl Z V Q Z 6 f 7 r 7 f , K 1 , , f , f I , till ly .N ' ,, :ze Xa When Noah sailed the waters blue, He had his troubles same as you. For forty days he drove the ark, Before he found a place to park. Ik ik if The complete angler- Fishing, stranger? No, drowning worms. Ill lk Il! 'Tm sorry to say, said the doctor, that your room-mate's mind is completely gone. 'Tm not surprised, replied Royce. I've had a piece of it every day for the last five months. lk Pk if Mrs. Little: So you went to the dentist with a toothache! Does it still ache? Carla Anne: I don't know. Mrs. Little: Don't know! How is it that you don't know? Carla Anne: Please teacher, the dentist kept it. 42 il' lk Sandy was late for school. Running frantically to get there on time, she closed her eyes lightly and murmured to herself, f'Please don't let me be late. Please get me there on time. Please T .77 Tripping suddenly she fell in the middle of a mud puddle. Getting to her feet she looked up and said, I know I wanted to get there on time, but I didn't ask to be pushed. if if Ik Linda to Pat, Normally I wouldn't dream of opening a letter addressed to you, but this one was marked 'privatef Ik Ill Si Clerk selling Lorraine a pair of skis, This little pamphlet goes with them-it tells how to convert them into a pair of splints. if Ik if Carole: 'Tm going to be a surgeon. Cara Joy: Not me. Too much inside work. Waiter: There's most everything on the menu today, madamf, Marjorie: So I seeli' Bring me a clean one so I can read it. Sk Ik it When Grandma had her callers, They met with timid heart, And when they sat together, They sat ----- This far apart. When granddaughteifs boy friend calls, He greets her with a kiss, And when they sit together They sit realcloselikethis. E1 PF 1: Little Mavis, father had spanked her. That night when she said her prayers she concluded with the petition: And please don't give daddy any more children. He don't know how to treat those he's got now. as ik Ik The proud father was talking about the in- telligence of his son. You know dear, he told his wife, I think he must have gotten his brains from me. He certainly must have, retorted his wife, 'Tve still got minef' ff' 42 wk Little John, while visiting his grandpa's farm, was watching a chicken scratch in front of the barn door, and as grandpa came up, the chicken went into the barn. Little John said: Gee, grandpa, that chicken sure wiped her feet clean before she went into the barn. if lk if Kathleen: I think Mrs. Elliott is going to take us to the pictures, Jeanne. You'd better give your face a wash. Jeanne: 'iHadn't we better make sure first? PKI Ik lk It's a fine idea to stop buying things, but who wants to stop eating? Page Thirty-nine n w -' KU, My 'Q-lui' 11a.w. RIVERBEND SC I 5 O L 1 9 4 8 I 4 9 Photo by Harold whine studio i N 4 -J . . , , 4 A , fa.l.es-.- . IT'S A DOG'S LIFE I am a dog. Yes, it's as simple as that. I could say it with fancy words, but why bo-ther? When it's all boiled down, maybe even filtered Cwho knowsl the same conclusion is reached, so I shall simply say, I am a dog. Now, we've got that point straight, and I want to ask you something. What would you say if I told you that I keep a dairy? You'd laugh, wouldn't you? Well maybe it does seem rather odd, but I'd like to give you an idea of what my life is like. For illustration we can take any day, say Monday, December lst, time-morning, place- my master's home. Has everyone got that pic- ture clearly in mind? Then I shall begin. Was pushed out of the house at seven-thirty. Managed to squeeze back in with the milk- man, but by this time, I was nearly a brother to an ioicle. I sprawled in behind the stove, try- ing to get warm, but a dog just can't win . . . the stove was electric. Feeling hungry I went over to my dish- empty as usual. Rattling the dish around, I looked with pleading eyes towards the family, who were busy devouring huge plates of bacon and eggs. Going over to the table, I sat up and begged in the manner in which I had been taught, but I was only slap-ped on the head and told in a few impolite words to get down. When the rest of the family had departed for work or school, my mistress scraped a bit of cold egg and some 'bacon rinds into my dish. Nosing around in the dish I picked out a little edible food and left the rest. I was still very hungry. Going over to a corner of the kitchen I lay down, thinking I might as well sleep, even though I hadn't eaten. I was just beginning to enjoy my dream wh-en I was tapped, not too gently, either by something or someone. Opening one eye, then the other, I beheld my mistress standing above me with a broom in her hand. Lifting myself upwearily, I moved so that she could finish her sweeping and vanished into the next room where I settled myself on the living-room rug. Louder and louder came the buzz in my ear until finally I jumped up in fright as the vacuum cleaner came a little too close for comfort. It seemed as if I wasn't going to get any sleep so I decided to go outside for a while. Much good that decision did me, for I had to sit in front of the door until it finally dawned on my mistress that I wanted to go out. Butch, the neighbour's dog, and I had a great time fighting over an old rublber ball- that is until Butch was called home. I amused myself for a while and then, seeing the grocery 'Fi Q 4 it-. qi wk . .V'f,f!n' i ff, , e ff-5 JP' boy, I barked my greeting to him. Patting, my head, he picked up the ball and thre-w it as far as he could. Sighing to myself I looked at the laughing boy, I didn't feel like chasing after -the ball, but to keep the boy happy I gave a delighted bark and started off to find the ball. Dinner time brought my master and the children home once more. Jumping up and down excitedly, I barked my happy welcome and raced indoors with them, only to .be scolded for walking on the clean floor with my wet paws. During dinner I visited each member of the family, eating with hungry greediness the mor- sels of meat which were thrown to me. I ate the scraps which were put in my dish after the family had eaten, but left the egg which had not yet been removed. Lying down under 'the sink, I took on the job of cleaning my paws and finally went to sleep with the rattling of dishes still in my ears. I spent most of the afternoon under the sink, and for a change was only stepped on twice, but as they say, you can get used to almost anything. Slam went the front door and at the same moment I felt as if the sink had fallen in on top of me, but upon opening my eyes I found that it was just the boy of the household who, thinking I would make a nice soft seat, had promptly sat down on my stomach. Struggling up, I tried to wiggle free, only to find that the boy had a firm grip on- my tail and w-ould not let go. I took this torment for a While but enough is enough so I put an end to it by snap- ping at the boy. Th-e result of this was that the boy went crying to his mother who, in turn, come over and gave me a sound slap. I put myf ears and tail down., looking very humble, but dogs are good actors, too, you know. For supper, I was given a dish of ice-cold milk on top of the unappetizing egg, of course. Then I was put outside. It was cold out so I ran about barking at this and that, but I soon tired of aimless dashing about, and took up a position on the do-or step. Here I remained shivering until one of the neighbours came to the door. I made good use of the opportunity and hurried indoors almost upsetting the man in my haste. I was tired and cold, but with the children it was a different story. For the next hour they had me chasing string, begging for crackers. jumping through loops and doing countless meaningless things until my mind was in a dizzy whirl. Ah, peace at last. The children were in bed leaving me to myself, or so I thought. The next moment I heard someone calling me and upon investigation I found the little boy standing on Page Fofrty-two .V F' Wit. .. W.. I it. 1 I r ' AA ll 1' js i I . .Aff the steps, beckoning me to come upstairs. I knew I 'was forbidden up there, but I have learned to igo when I'm called, so up I went, only to be smacked soundly and sent down by my mistress. I still don't think I should have been blamed, but it's all in a dog's life. A little later, when my master came to put me down in the basement for the night, he dug into the refrigerator and pulled out a bone. This he gave me when I was settled on my blanket in the dark, damp cellar. I licked his hand to show in my simple way how grateful I was. Then with the bone carefully tucked under my paw, I let my subconscious take over for the night. You know, after telling you all this, it sets me thinking. A dog's life really isn't too bad after all, and as I pause here for a moment, I begin to wonder if some people might not get along better in this world if they were dogs. Having said enough on the subject, I shall leave you to form your own opinion. RUTH ANDERSON, Gr. X. 'k I'll TAKE THE OFFICE THANKS I'm the father of a fifteen-year-old girl who is in Grade Ten at the Central High. She amazes me more every day. One day last week the 'back door slammed, as usual, and in came my daughter. With the -greatest of enthusiasm she dashed into the room. Syd asked me to go with him to the tally-ho tomorrow night. Isn't that super, dad? Oh sure, I gue-ss so. You don't sound very interested. You parents just don't understand, she remarked as she left the room, and let me continue to read the evening paper. A We don't understand, I thought aloud, how could we? Maybe if I could change places with Dolly for a day I'd understand these kids- better, 'I'hat would be fun, especially to relax from my workybecause they d-on't seem to do any- thing strenuous. You'll have your chance, my friend. What, who said that? I did, here am I sitting on the arm of your chair. Who are you? ' Oh, just about everybody and everything but nothing in particular. You said you'd like to change places with your daughter for a day. You shall do so tomorrow. You shall resemble your daughter physically, have her talents, and know how to do the things she does. In addition you will have your own mind, and be able to think as yourself. That sounds like a sentence of judgment. I'm not so sure I want to do it. At this point I suddenly realized that something or somebody had gone. Things went on as us-ual, and I went to bed, not the least bit disturbed, and had a good sleep. I woke up in the morning and heard my wife calling. I jumped out of bed. Why, I'm my daughter, I said aloud as I looked into the mirror. Immediately I turned around to see if anyone could have heard my albsurd statement. No one was there. Hurry dear, you're later this morning, and y-ou must practise your piano before you go to school. Yes, mother, came my reply in my daugh- ter's voice. CYou're in it now, Jensen, forget your real self and live the part of your daughterj I have to play a basketball game after four, therefore I'd better wear my tunic. Bosh! No wonder my daughter doesn't like these long stockings. I ran downstairs, had breakfast, and sat obediently down to practise the piano. These scales are rather monotonous, and, brother, do these exercises stretch the hand! You'd 'better hurry, Dolly, it's time to leave. So long, mother, I called as I ran out with books, runners, and lunch-pail. Hi, Peggy, all set for the game? Sure, how about you, Dolly? All set! The last bell for school rang and classes started. I was at the back of the room and therefore had a good view of my classmates. We had a fairly quiet morning and at noon I joined the lunch tables. In the afternoon I must admit I had a great deal of fun, especially when I got blamed for something Syd had done. He threw a paper and hit the teacher when she was writing on the board. The visiting team arrived soon after four, and our team went on the floor. Before I realiz- ed what was happening the ball was passed to me. Much to my amazement, when I shot, I made a basket. CMy daughter must be a good player, I think I'll get the afternoon off from the office some day and come to see her play.J The other team was good. At half-time I was extremely hot and exhausted. We sang God Save the King in a basin of cold water and I felt much better. CI'll have to remember that remedy when I'm hot after a game of golf, or after moving the furniture around for my wife? The game, which we won, finished at five- thirty and then we had cokes and doughnuts in the common room. I hurried home, had supper, and was just getting into my parka when Syd arrived. ' Page Fofrty-three 14 'Z' ' i .e'. . I introduced him to my mother and we left for the Demica Stables. CI can't see why my daughter likes this fellow. Is he ever conceited. I remember the days when I was a young man. We'd boast so the girl would be proud of us and that is exactly what Syd does.J At the Stables we met the rest of the gang and soon got started. The snow was deep. I rode only about a fifth of the time and had my face washed often. Syd was a lot of fun, and as strong as he had implied he was. I forgot myself and had a grand time. Those tally-ho's are fun. We also played Round Robin in the basement. CMy daughter isn't very good at ping-pong.J When we came home Syd seemed rather timid. Good night, Syd. Thanks a million for the super evening. Good night, Dolly? So long. 6CUh.77 Yes, Okay! It was quite the evening! I got into bed and it didn't take long to get to sleep. Who said those kids don't do anything strenuous? Me, I'll take the good old office! CLEM MCNERN, Gr. X, 'k CANADA From the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic, from the Arctic to the forty-ninth parallel extends the vast expanse of that proud and glorious country named Canada-a country which I am proud to call my own. It is a prosperous and thriving country which has miracuously escap- ed the 'bloody wars between the European countries. It is a nation set off almost by itself, bordered by oceans on three sides for privacy and freedom, and on the fourth by the friendly United States. It has its own seaports, unlike many of the European countries. It is a country that emphasizes equality, that maintains a youthful countenance, and that has a large population of foreign origin. The Canadian na- tion consists of happy and ambitious men and women who are ardent hockey enthusiasts, of precocious juveniles who imitate their famous comic-strip heroes, and of teen-agers who simp- ly love Frankie Laine and Veed.il Bommbf' Those people are the kind that make up our great Canadian nation, and who love it for what it is. They especially like its remarkable climate. This leads me to a consideration of Canada's climate. L-ike a woman's mind, the climate is very changeable in Canada Cas we have seen Page this past yearb. We cannot wholly depend on it. However, we usually get our summer and win- ter, even though one of them may be for only a short period. A Canadian summer or winter may not be quickly forgotten. When every flower thinkable has budded out in full bloom, when the grass is like a thick, velvety carpet covering the rich, black earth, when, at eventide, a bright orange moon appears above the horizon and slowly makes its way to the heavens, when the scorching and sweating sun is beating down mercilessly on the earth, then, only then has summer come. Believe me, no one will ever forget the reiiection of the moon on the lake, or the sound of the water rippling over moss- covered stones. However, we have yet to con- sider the winter season in Canada-the time of year when, at every corner one turns, one feels 'the s-harp, crisp nip of Jack Frost, when a howling blizzard is a weekly occurrence, and a frozen ear seems to be just natural. It is a season when the farmer is forced to store food for a month instead of a week, when old and young try their hand and break their bones at skiing, -and when even a dog has to be shoved outside for air. Yes, I can assure my readers that no one will ever forget his experiences in a Canadian season. But the beauty of summer or winter depends on the landscape. Have you ever seriously regarded the Cana- dian landscape? Have you you ever really seen the fluffy white, snow-capped mountains, the thriving, flat, rolling plains, the golden yellow heads of wheat dancing in the wind, or the glistening, refreshing rivers full of whirlpools, rapids, and fish? Have you ever thought of Canada as a vast country, sprinkled here and there with tiny lakes and rivers-the world famous great Canadian waterways! You haven't seen Canada until you've seen its thickly- wooded forests, its world famous Douglas Fir trees, and its luxurious, delicious fruit orchards. Yes, Canada is a glorious and proud land where beauty and riches reign. It is a place where solitude and happiness are easily found. Canada is a young country, its beauty is refresh- ing and peaceful, and its hidden treasures are still waiting to be discovered. I like Canada for all this, ibut most of all I like it because it's Canada. BETTY BRUNN, Gr. XI. 'A' Miss'Dicksong Grade VII! fSilenceD. Grade VII: Sorry, Miss Dickson. Miss Dickson: Why aren't you working? Grade VII: But, Miss Dickson, we didn't see you coming. Forty-four o I Y OVER THE SEA The gangplank was pulled up, the ropes were untiedg we were off. Small tugs attached by chain-s manoeuvred our Empress into the correct position so that we could proceed forward. Our surroundings afforded a colourful sight, the sun shone brightly, the blue water sparkled, the shores of the Saint Lawrence were a beau- tiful green. Too soon the fluttering hankies of the sad and happy throng on the shore be- came a mere speck in the distance. Two peaceful, enjoyable days were spent sailing down the calm waters of the historic St. Lawrence River. The Quebec Bridge was a grand sight, but we all feared that the masts of our ship would be broken down-we cleared the structure by a considerable number of feet. Passengers were taken aboard at Quebec, un- fortunately we did not dock there. The width of the Saint Lawrence was almost incredible, not until we sighted a monstrous iceberg did we know that at last we had reached the Atlantic Ocean, The Atlantic was exceedingly calm, the air was fresh and invigorating. Free- dom, yes, real freedom, was the feeling we had when we looked out to sea unable to sight land. Porp-oises swam earnestly by, otherwise no life existed. The tour we took of our floating palace thrilled me, for the Empress of Canada had been recently renovated. There was an elevator too which quite astounded me. It was operated by a jolly, little man who allowed only five persons 'besides himself to ride in his lift. One morning a group of teen-agers was shown through the kitchens-quite a scene was created by the cook wearing the traditional tall white hat. He was barbequeing juicy chops on the grill which revolved above a sizzling fire-it makes my mouth water even now. An adjoin- ing store-room was filled with meat which was to be consumed in one meal. CThere were 1,200- 1,3'00 people including the crew on board.D We also visited the dog kennels in the stern of the boat. Six or seven dogs were caged in seperafe cartons, they seemed terribly lonely although they had 'brisk walks twice a day. The meals were wonderful. Breakfast or orange juice in your cabin if you wished, bovril at eleven, lunch at one, tea at four and dinner at seven-you really would think we were eat- ing all the time. Afternoon tea accompanied by music from the five-piece orchestra was a pleasant event of the day. The little cakes, the luscious French pastries, the oozing chocolate eclairs, well ----. Ourdoor games such as shuffle-fboard, lively deck tennis, moonlight promenades, thrilling horse races Calmost as exciting as the real Page onesb, movies, and bingo Ctombolab were all part of the entertainment provided by the C.P.R. The swish of the ladies' formals as the ladies danced across the unsteady floor added charm and colour to the evening. Surprising talent was discovered on board making the ship's concert very delightful. Land! Yes, it was Ireland. We sailed ex- tremely close to the coast all of one day-the white thatched cottages, the tiny patch-like farms separated by trim row hedges, and the magnificent variety of greens were clearly visible. 'On our left in the distance we could barely see the rugged coasts of Bonnie Scot- land. One day we were fortunate to have tea with Captain Shergold and from his bridge the view was grand. For a whole two seconds the passengers had their lives in my hands-I steered the ship. The huge wheel was difficult to turn too! The radar machanism was of great interest also. Seagulls and more Seagulls-they accom- panied our boat from the time we sighted land until we docked. The great procedure of dock- ing was most exciting and to add to the fun it was at four o'clock in the morning! Many home-returning English people celebrated all night-I must add that my mother was included in this merriment! In pyjamas and dressing gown, I stalked the upper deck taking in the strange surroundings. Dawn was about to break, Liverpool looked very majestic silhouetted against the grey sky. Sailing slowly up the River Mersey we had a complete panorama of the famous port. A gaily lighted steamship passed giving us an idea of how we looked our- selves. Happiness was overflowing within me! Returning to our cabin we seized the oppor- tunity of sleeping for two hours before the breakfast gong. The bustle and hustle on board excited all. To bid farewell to seven-day friends was often heart-breaking, but the com- motion ended the pang of parting. Subsequent- ly we found ourselves once again in the tumult of the Customs room. England at last-it was hard to believe. Seven of the most glorious days of my life had ended-and oh what an un- forgettable experience it all was! CECILY ANN GUNN, Gr. X, 'A' POETRY A shallow brook lay cool and calm Reflecting summer's sunny sky, A blucbird sang a merry song And breezes hummmed a lullalby. C. ANDERSON, Gr. X. Forty-five nv'-5 '- fu O' ,,- s-. f - 4 . R .v SL gf' J . +5 ' , 1 3 ,, U- - ' ' , , .JN 'wtf , 1 , M Q- f pw' THE REFUGECE Maria Skweena was ablivious to the jostling, rattling train, the moth-eaten brown mohair seats, and the smoke-clouded atmosphere. Her eyes were intently searching the horizon where her new life of hope and liberty was to begin. In Poland, she had been a doctor, now s-he would scrub the doctor's floors. But what did that matter? Maria remembered for life in Poland, the spies, the cruelty of 'the authorities and the insecurity of the people. Then she thought of 'Canada with its harbours, its mountains, its prairies and now the tall green forest which fled from the -black steel monster. The train slowed down and then jerked to a stop, spilling Maria onto the opposite seat. Ridgedale, this stop, Ridgedalef' yodelled the fat, red-faced conductor. Maria gra'bbed her little suitcase, which contained only a tattered change of clothing, a microscope, and some medical books, and descended to the wooden platform. Her eyes searched th-e platform for the unknown doctor. All the other people had disappeared into waiting cars but she had been left alone. Then the doctor came. She thought that it was he. He drove up in a shiny new car and stepped from it, a handsome, respectable, pros- perous looking man. He seemed the typical doctor of America, of whom she had heard so much. Glancing appraisingly at her he enquired if she were Miss Skweena, and on receiving an affirmative answer he told her to hop in. On the journey home the doctor recited a speech in very bad Polish about Canada, and the diffi- culty of learning the English language. After the first blast of unintelligible Polish, Maria interrupted him in faultless English. I attended school in England so I think it would 'be more conv-enient for us to speak in Eng- lish--unless, of course, Nyou wish to learn Polish. Dr. Herbert's jaw dropped. Then thinking it better not to show too much surprise, he asked her about her trip. Maria had now been at Dr. Herbert's several weeks. She washed the dishes, dusted the rooms and ordered the groceries with such efficiency that the good ladies of the town whispered: What a wonder that a foreigner is such a good housekeeper. Why I couldn't make a better spice cake myself. But the others maliciously whispered: No good will come of that foreign girl who speaks English so well--almost as well as the preacher. She'll probably steal the silver or murder the doctor or some such thing. All those foreigners are ignorant anyway. . v 9' A 4 ' -, , . N .. Q Wx -, ., .' V, :Lf- Maria went her own wayfmaking-g where she could and tryin-g to ignore 1 wishers. However, it is hard to do the small town. Then one day a poor, pale, missh-ape: wabruhtitthdt h'lZMr S Og I1O GOCOTWIG a dusting the hall. For a long time his I were in consultation with Dr. Herbei hind them-afraid to learn yet kno finally they left, dragging their feet sad ' ' I - vs a would not help to stay. Shortly afterw doctor came out, slammed the door and tered: ' simply dying by inches. It isn't the re another disease,,yet it looks a little lil-:ei What can it be?' Maria hesitated and then said simp is starving by inches. You wouldn't kno' cause few people starve in Canada. It is, What the devil's 'wrong with that child .VI li c -of malnutrition. He is getting enou h fof not the right kind. Dr, Herbert started, saw Maria an l g H w could you tell when I couldn't'7 I used to be a doctor and I have many such cases in my ownicountryf' Mae plied nonchalantly claimed: . ' J IG 0 1 0,- It r p .t l The next da the ood towns eo le of Y 8 P P dale stopped in amazement 'before -the sign ing- . I Donald Herbert M.D Maria Skweena M.D ALLISON BROWN Gr THE DONKEY haw e +6 Hee-haw Hee haw e Hee-haw Hee Hee-haw Hee haw Hee-haw Hee haw e air. Page Forty-six if , I 104.14 5 donkey b1t his p donkey 1S the law donkey cut h1S 1' J donkey flew up ELIZABETH WALTON Gr. FAIRY LAND One day we went away to play In beautiful fairy land all dafy We skipped around the cherry trees And' went to a dance with the birds and bees Then instead of walking home? in thre We sailed -along with a gentle breeze J EAN HAMILTON G En ,. 'S I . v ' 1 7 ' X. a 'V-:fi '11 'k L '- 1 ' 1 FY . , - ,eh .se , - , th I , - , 'th A -, . . ,- i' - H. . 7. 9 n . , rf u .. x . Q 2'-t'.Mh ' 4 Y .' 'PY-,Y-' -. . ' .L...2Ls4Ril'fl ' A STRANGE EXPERIENCE IN CHURCH I am going to tell you something you may not believe. It is rather fantas.tic, but then fan- tastic things are often interesting. It happen-ed one Sunday morning during a church service. Everyone had settled down as comfortably as possible and all eyes were focussed on the minister as he began his sermon. I was sitting in the choir, and thus not being able to see -the minister's face, I had a tendency to let my gaze travel ab-out the congregation. For a moment my eyes rested on Joan Campbell, she hadn't been at church for weeks. It seemed to me then that she said something to me. Now really, I told myself, that's sillyg she isn't even looking at you. I turned my head quickly away from her direction, but then my curiosity got the better of me and once more I found myself staring at Joan. I knew right away that she was thinking how tired she felt and how hard the seat was becoming. Was I dreaming? Shaking my head, I trans- ferred my attention to Mrs. Ashley, who was watching the minister with utmost intenseness. My, this is an inspiring sermon, she thought. Thenit suddenly came to me. How did I know what Mrs. Ashley was thinking? I wasn't a mind-reader, or was I? Had I by some strange miracle been given the power to understand the thoughts of other people? I had to find out so I looked down at Mr. James, who was sitting with an expressionless face, gazi-ng out of the window. I wonder if it's going to snow? Hope it doesn't after I spent an hour clearing my walk this morning. He hadn't said it out loud, so I knew now that suddenly I had become a mind-reader. I smiled inwardly as I realized just what this meant. Looking up at the congregation once more, I started to make use of my startling discovery. Now let's see, who shall I pick on? ' I con- sidered for a moment as I searched the faces in front of me. There's that nice Mrs. Dawson, I wonder what she'd be thinking about on this bright Sunday morning? I'd soon know. As it was, Mrs. Dawson was 'busy counting the ladies she had invited to her tea. 'I'hat wasn't very interesting to me so I decided to try another. I chose Dick Proud as my next victim. for he was looking extremely bored. Here again I was disappointed, for all Dick seemed to be worry- ing about was the long ten minutes of church service whic-h still remained. Next to Dick sat Mrs. Saunders, holding on her lap a very wiggly and restless daughter. Mrs. Saunders was vowing strongly that never again would she bring her daughter to church. I agreed with Mrs. Saunders that children were much nicer when asleep and continued along on my mind-reading expedition. Mr. Cadell was earnestly tucking away every word of the sermon. This sur-prised me for it was a well-established fact, or at least every- body believed, that Mr. Cadell slept through every sermon. I made a mental note to defend him the next time anyone accused him of this. Blonde Gloria Davis sat near the front of the church and seemed to be having a wonderful time finding out what she didn't like about each girl in the choir. I didn't have to be a mind- reader to know what she thought of me. so with a rather unlady-like feeling I left her to her destructive work. Mrs. Arthurs was wondering where she had read the poem which the minister had just finished quoting, while Mrs. Rully, beside her, was hoping that her husband had remembered to turn off t-he oven so the roast would not be spoiled. A great decision had just been made by Mrs. Atwater when I caught up with her thoughts. She didn't like Mrs. Peterson's new green hat, Directly behind Mrs. Atwater, Mrs. Jukes was admiring the minister in his new black gown. I had a suspicion of Nancy Grey's thoughts, even before I looked at her. I wasn't mistaken, for her mind was wholly occupied with a cer- tain young man sitting next to her. Not being aware that anyone else knew the source of her day-dreaming she kept right on with it. As I lowered my head, a guilty feeling spread slowly over me and I felt thoroughly ashamed of my- self. What right did I have reading the thoughts of others? They didn't know what I was think- ing, so why should I be allowed to know what was in their minds? Suddenly I was wishing desperately that when I looked up again I wouldn't be able to read anybody's mind. If I had become a mind- reader without even wishing to be one, why, oh why couldn't I, with the help of a wish, be- come natural again! The mind is a private pos- session so why should I pry into it? I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that the girl beside me had to pull me to my feet as the congregation rose to sing the closing hymn. Hesitating only for a moment, I lifted my head and looked straight at the first person my eyes encountered. This time it happened to be Miss Craig, one of my school teachers. A feeling of relief surged through me as I realized her mind was a perfectly guarded place. Not even I could look into it. Thank you, I said. Who I was thanking or why I really didn't know, all I knew was that I was honestly thankful I was no longer a mind-reader. RUTH ANDERSON, Gr. X. Page Forty-seven J, .'A1L,' ,i IJ. e ' - -.T 7. STUDIES IN BLUE, GREY AND BLACK Sally was up in her room, crying her eyes out. Her mother had refused. May-be Sally would only graduate once from Grade Eight, never- theless she could not have a white dress, espe- cially a silk one. It was out of the question. Blue, grey and black were the serviceable colours Sally had always been forced to wear. She was a poor fatherless girl and the only money the family received came from the mere pittance her mother earned as a dressmaker- usually about twelve dollars a week. This had to clothe, feed and educate Sally, her ten-year- old brother Tim and eight-year-old sister Pippa. She'd asked her mother weeks in advance- ten to be exact-but her mother had refused. Maybe she could have white cotton made like all her old school dresses, but, what good would that do if she wanted to show up Suzanne Mulli- gan, the grocer's daughter, Suzanne would have taffeta at the very least. ' Sally didn't really know what she was going to do. But she knew she would think of some- thing. She might even run away from home and go to work as a chore girl at the Empress Hotel like Millie. Millie earned five dollars a week now. Sally's mother wanted her children to have at least a high school education, even if it meant skimping, saving and working her fingers to the bone. She'd never let Sally work. Just as Sally was thinking about this, Mrs. Blake called and asked Sally to run over to the store and buy a roll of tape for Mrs. Fisher's new dress. And while you're there, look in Mrs. Brown's windows and see if she still has that blue gingham. She told me about it. If she has, go in and buy a quarter of a yard. And do get some black cotton yarn to make you and Pippa some new stockings. I do declare, yours are through completely again. And Pippa must have a new pair to wear to Aunt Emma's party, Mrs. Blake finished her declaration. Sally climbed over the end of her bed, took her black wool sweater off its hook in her closet which was full of blue, grey and black clothes. Her first errand accomplished, she went to Mrs. Brown's drygood store, inside t-here was an accumulation of all sorts of odds and ends of materials, ribbons, laces, dresses, blouses, skirts and many other things. Sally had seen what she wanted in the window and had gone in and bought it and the cotton for the stockings. Sud- denly something white caught her eye. She walked over to get a better look at it. It was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen- white as the driven snow, crinkling that special taffeta crinkling sound, styled just right for graduation. Besides all this, it was very ex- pensive-exactly ten dollars. Sally knew this was the dress she must have. Daringly she Page asked Mrs. Brown to put it away for three weeks till she could buy it. Sallyiwent home feeling half-sad, half-excit- ed. Not if she could help it would she wear blue, grey or black at graduation. The next day Sally was asked to take the dress that Mrs. Blake had finished to Mrs. Fisher. She did. 'Mrs. Fisher asked her the usual questions about school. She seemed to know something was wrong. She was so nice that Sally soon poured out 'her story. Mrs. Fisher suggested that Sally try to do some errands after school every day. She suggested that per- haps Mrs. Stone might have- a job for her. Sally hurried over to see Mrs. Stone. Sure enough, Mrs. Stone had something Sally could do. Mrs. Stone had an aunt who was old and ill. Sally was to read to her after four every weekday and for two hours on Saturdays. Mrs. Stone would give Sally one dollar and fifty cents a week. Sally was overjoyed. And in ten weeks 'Sally paid for her dress. She even had enough money to buy white silk socks and a lace hanky. Sally's mother made Sally a pale yellow dress to go to all the parties because she was so pleased at the work Sally had done. During graduation week, Sally went to all the parties wearing her yellow dress. She cer- tainly outshone Suzanne. And on Graduation- why with her pretty auburn hair curled instead of braided and with her lovely white dress, Suzanne was completely eclipsed by Sally. Sally knew that she would never have to Worry again about wearing blue, grey and black. Sally had learned that where there is a will there is a way. DAPHNE WHITE, Gr. XI. I am Tamen. Perhaps you have seen me, walking through the quiet streets, but I would not know. You see, I am blind. I have lived in a world of thoughts, senses and sounds since I had the fever at the age of six., But I can see colours, three of them-blue, grey and black. I am sure of these colours. Overwhelming hap- piness and love are blue-the deep, endless sky -blue I loved and remem-bered. Mediocre' days are muddled, mottled greys. But black, the 'black of the deepest pit, the black Henley must have known, envelo-ps my sight and mind when any great change comes, or fear, or rage, or loneliness. I believe my senses are sharper than most people's, perhaps because I am blind and alone, more alone because I can see no friends. But one life is kin to mine-that of Rex, my Great Dane. He is coal black I am told, and I know from .touch that he is strong, tall and sleek, and I know from experience that he is Forty-eight .4 wise, quick and brave. Rex had been well- trained in the best Chicago seeing-eye dog school, but even that valuable training did not account for the following beloved heroism. I once lived in a tiny apartment, fashionable, I'm told, and with a self-operating elevator. We had a kindly housekeeper, who took Thursday afternoons off. Mrs. Whaley, our housekeeper, often annoyed Rex and me with her fatuous sympathy and unwanted attentions. But we missed her cheery presence on Thursdays. And so it was with an even blacker alarm one Thurs- day that I felt Rex tugging in a startling way at my skirts. It was then I noticed the sicken- ing, pungent odor of smoke. Normally. Pm calm, but then I was seized with a shaking panic. I stumbled toward the vague location of the door, but Rex barred my way. I cursed at him softly. I'd suffocate or burn if I didnlt get out. My nose was burning and the ominous air was thickening. Rex placed his tail between my fingers and urgently drew my hand out. Dumb, I followed. Blackness-the hiss of flame far off, the thick, hot burning air and ghastly muffled cries and crashes-these were all I knew. Rex raised and lowered his tail, and I followed through some small aperture. Stairs came next. Then we halted. I could sense a suspension, and then Rex moved his tail out and down. A jump? I was blind. I couldn't jump. Oh, God! I jumped--I knew not how. I rather think I was gently pushed. I dropped endlessly, terrified. Suddenly the hard ground beat against me. But I knew Rex was there, and the air was pure and blue. Mrs. Whaley still sniffles when she recalls my escape. I should have been there, she'll say. People still wonder over it, but they don't know the uncanny intelligence of my Rex. Long before, he had noticed the unused, wooden fire escape. He had quickly sensed the danger of the fire, and by intuition, known the one clear path. I still firmly believe that had I not been blind, forced to follow my guide, I would have died in that inferno like any other human being. No, people don't know this wonderful, intelli-gent guide, they don't ,know my best friend, my big blue Rex. l CARA JOY HUGHES, Gr. XI. 'lr A small painting of a blue, grey and black church spire against the vivid orange of an evening sunset caught my eye. When I ques- tioned the owner of the smallshop, he said that he did not know where I might find this church, but I noticed the fleeting glance he gave the little man who was standing in a corner. Somehow I knew that this man was the artist of the canvas because he carried other such paintings done in the same splashing manner. I could not afford to buy the painting, but I could not forget it either. As I walked home slowly through the cobblestoned streets, I saw the same man that I had seen in the shop, dart down a lane. For some unknown reason I followed. After several blocks we came into open land. He turned off the road and crossed a field to a place where a group of wretched- looking workers toiled with bricks and mortar. A bent old woman struggled with a load of bricks. Ruddy-faced fishermen and large- handed metal workers toiled side by side, along with the farmers, to erect walls and lay foundations. In the excitement of watching the proceedings, I had failed to keep track of the artist whom I had followed to this spot and he was lost among the crowd. I wondered who, in this war-torn land. would have money enough to erect such a magnifi- cent structure. The grey stone walls were sharp and clear cut. They seemed a pleasant change from the crumbling walls of the bomb-shot buildings of the town. As more people came to join in the labor, they went cheerfully' to the tasks assigned to them. Sweat poured down the leathered faces, muscles strained under the tasks, backs must have ached under the heavy loads, but the work progressed. As stone after stone was erected, I realized what these peo-ple were building. Here in a background of burnt walls, fallen trees, and bomb-shot structures, a church was rising above the landsca-pe. You may ask why they built a church when a hospital would have served their starved bodies better. You may ask why people 'who live in huts and dug-out basements would build a church. A But to me this act of devotion stands for the 'hope for their land, for this shows that they can see beyond the trials of today into the future of tomorrow. A people such as these fishermen, farmers and labourers cannot be trodden upon forever: for they can outlive the perils of their present trials and exist for a better day to come. Now I know that the artist was thinking into the future also. When I think of struggling Europe, I shall remember his picture of the blue, grey and black church spire against the vivid orange of an evening sunset. ISABEL RIFE, Gr. XI. t . MY KITTEN My kitten is a fluffy ball, He is so small the day looks tall. He romps and plays in the pretty green graSS, And sometimes he is as cold as brass. GAYLE MCLEAN, Gr. IV. Page Fofrty-nine W A 'Z A faint tapping can be heard along the side of the curb. It is dull, flat and lifeless, cynically imitating its creator. The cane strikes again as the weary old man feels his way along the dusty, deserted street. His head is ben-t forward over his hunched body, and hands nervously fumble Cfor no reason at alll, and his feet cautiously inch forward, unsure, and unsteady. He is a Jewish refugee looking for a place to live-to live, or just to exist in. He was not always thus. Once. before the war, he had been a young musician, confident that the world held a place for him, if he could play. He would! He would play and compose music like that of the masters. But the slaugh- tering, devastating, battering-ram of war would not have it so. Before i-ts blade fell the youth of a past day. And he, he had lost more than his life. What good is life without eyes to see it? What good is genius that can no longer express itself? Where there was hope and confidence, now there is fear and despair. Is it not enough that this man should lose his sight-but that he should also be repelled because of his religion! What is your name? they ask. Soverstein! Oh, I'm sorry we have no room. No room. No room in the corner of a heart to take this man in from the cruel, ruthless world of the homeless. Would you, if you were they? Would you turn away a hungry child from your house of plenty? For if a child is one who is helpless, frightened, one to be loved- then, surely, he is but a child. You who have all, spare nothing to the needy. Soverstein! What difference from Brown or Smith. A name, a word-a life! Those who need our love and strength and help must suffer alone. They must haunt the dirty streets and 'fclutter up our world of beauty. - Let us clean up the slums, you cry. Here is fifty cents. Give the man a meal-but not in my house. And then you write on your income tax form, charity-fifty cents. But Charity is love! The tapping moves up the long street. The flat, dull tapping of a white cane. It moves from house to house, from yard to yard. You h0lDe that it will stop, that some house will take it in, but every time it finds the gate again. You live in a world of flaming colour. A world of red and orange and yellow. He lives in a world of blue, grey and black. Give him what colour you can. Open your doors to him. CAROL:-: WALLICK. 'A' Mrs. McEwan: When did the revival of edu- cation begin? Liz Ann: Just before the exam. Yes, said the old Negro, as we walked up to the ring, those two horses over there are a miracle from heaven. When they were just colts, they would run and jump about in the pasture, and at night we had the time of our lives separating them, for they always wanted to be together. I never could understand this, for, by just looking at them you would say they were as different as any horses could be, and so they are-for as you can see, one is jet black and the other is snow white. Well, Sir, those two colts played together so much that before we realized it they were two years old. So it was decided that when Mr. John and Miss Jean returned from school that summer, they would be given the job pf breaking them both. As summer rolled around those colts g-ot more frisky each day, and when Mr. John and Miss Jean finally did get down to business with the two of them, they had their hands full. It took them two months to get those horses calm enough to ride them, and when they did suc- ceed in doing so, it took them another two months to train them. Mr. John and Miss Jean loved those two horses and they decided that the following spring they would enter them in the LState Fair! The next spring when fair time rolled around, Mr. John and Miss Jean decided that they would have to give -the two horses appro- priate names, so finally, after much argument, they decided to call the black on-e 'Jet Pilot' and the white one 'Snow Flurry! They were then entered in the fair under these names, and be- lieve me, those two horses rally lived up to the names they had received. Between the two of them they were entered in ten classes, and at the end of the fair day Jet Pilot had won four first ribbons and two seconds, and Snow Flurry had won three first ribbons and one second. But, alas, tragedy struck that night, for someone had seen Jet Pilot that day, and he wanted him so badly he resolved to do anything to get him. So, just 'before dawn, this man and a companion came to Pilot's stall and led him out into the darkness and loaded him into a van. The sun was just coming up over the horizon, when the men prepared to drive away. As the car started to move slowly forward, and Pilot realized that Snow Flurry was not corn- ing with him, he began to rear, plunge and buck as best he could. Just before they arrived at the gate, his halter broke, and he reared up on his hind legs at the precise moment when they were going under the sign bearing the name 'Fair Grounds? There was a loud crash and Pilot was knock- ed out of the van. He was stunned for the moment, but when he saw two men approaching Page Fifty Wi .11 x JI. ms at-J him, he began to run. He ran as fast as he could, and finally he heard a familiar little whinnie come from Snow Flurry, and in an instant the two were together. A few minutes later, Mr. John and Miss Jean came to take the horses back home, but wh-en they saw Pilot standing beside Snow Flurry, they knew something was drastically wrong, and they were correct, for as soon as Pilot got to his mate, the shock that he had been given when 'he hit his head on the sign came back and rendered him blind. It is said that before he turned blind, how- ever, a stable boy saw him first look at the bright blue sky, then at the grey earth in the summer fallowed field, and then all went black before him. Yes, said the old Negro, as we leaned against the railing around the ring, those two horses are a miracle from heaven, for ever since that fated day, they have not left each other's side for a moment, and Snow Flurry guides Jet Pilot to wherever they wish to go. LORRAINE BROWN, Gr. XI. Battered sneakers pounded quickly down the sidewalk. Coffee colored legs flashed as they ran. Fuzzy black pig-tails bobbed up and down. That was the impression little Mandy Jones gave as she hurried down the street towards home. And no wonder she hurried! Today was going to change her whole life, but she hadn't told anybody yet, because it was a secret. Oh, certainly they knew that Mandy Cout of all the ot'hers in the schooll had been chosen to present the flowers to Mr. Whitman. But they didn't-couldn't-know just how she felt, deep down inside. It was a smile-y feeling, all her own. You see, ever since Mandy had been old enough to go to school, she had known. Of course, she hadn't told Mammy and Pappy that she knew, but that was just because she couldn't bear to hurt their feelings. Yes, Mandy had always known that, if you were a nigger, you didn't get asked to birthday parties. Yet, today, as she hurried home, she felt different. Surely, when golden haired Mary Lou saw Mandy up on the stage in the auditorium, giving the flowers to the pianist, she would ask her to the- party. Surely she would, when she realized that Mandy was special-that she had been chosen from the others. As quickly as she could, Mandy got changed, and ate her dinner. As she rushed out of the door on her way back to school, however, Mammy put her arm around her, and spoke in riddles again. Mammy often spoke in riddles and Mandy could never understand what she meant. Jus' keep proud, honey, an' keep yo chin up! she said, and then took her arm away and let Mandy hurry away. Well, the concert was lovely. The gay people, the lovely music, the swish of good dresses, and then-the moment arrived. Mandy, standing in the wings off-stage, scarcely listened to Mr. Jacobs, the principal. She was straining to see who sat on the other side of the grand piano, but she couldn't, because the top was up. Remember, said Mr. Jacobs, walk in front of the piano and courtesy and say your speech with emphasis and be graceful as you give him -the flowers! All right. Now. And with that he 'put the bouquet into Mandy's arms and shoved her out on to the stage. The lights glared. The people cheered. Mandy felt as if she were going to be sick. But she managed to cross the stage to the piano where she was to say her speech into the microphone, which had already been lowered for her. She felt proud and happy. Mistah Whitman, she began and stopped. Because she knew now w-hy she had been chosen to present the flowers. She knew now that she would not be at all raised in Mary Lou's esteem. For the kindly face that looked down at her was not that of a dignified white man, but that of one of her own people. The face was as dark as her own. Somehow,fMandy finished her speech. Some- how, the flowers got out of her hands into the pianist's. Somehow, she was out of the school now, walking home in the cool breeze. It was then that she realizer her mother's meaning, Jus' be proud, and it was then that Mandy realized that she was proud, proud as anything that Mr. Whitman, the famous pianist was dark instead of light, and that she was Mandy and not Mary Lou. So 'Mandy stuck her chin in the air and walked home, just like her Mammy said. Her coffee coloured legs flashed as she went. Her fuzzy black pig-tails bofbbed up and down. And the sky was still blue and grey, but the trees etched sharply against it were black-like Mandy's pig-tails. ELIZABETH ANN BEATON, Gr. XI. ik THE SECRET DOOR Once there were a lot of cows that ran away all the time. The farmer did not know what to do. Every day he looked at the fence, but no holes were in it. One day when the cows were in their pen, a mountain lion saw them get out and he caught one of them. The rest of then ran back into the pen. The farmer was coming back from town and he saw the moun- tain lion. He ran to the house to get his gun. Page Fifty-one wg. The lion followed in after the cow. Just then the farmer came out of the house. He killed the lion and found the secret door. It was in the ground. JEN CLARK, Gr. II. 'Ir MY DOG JIMMY Jimmy is a sweet little puppy. He has brown eyes and a lovely, silky, biscuit-colored coat. His curly tail wags happily whenever I come in. When he is puzzed or when he listens to the radio, his perky little head goes first to one side and then to the other. He used to be a timid little fellow but now he is very sure of himself and as cheeky as a chipmunk. Jimmy loves to eat cake but it is not good for him so instead we give him puppy biscuits. Of course, sometimes we give in to his soft pleading eyes and give him a very little piece of cake. ' CAROL HAYMAN, Gr. III. 'Ir WHEN SPRING coMEs Ann sprawled in one of the big overstuffed chairs in the comfortable looking room, a book in her hand. She was attempting to read, but the words blurred before her eyes, and left no impression on her mind. Last night she had seen Steve and Patsy to- gether. That in itself was nothing to be alarmed about, but it was that look in Steve's eyes. It was like the look in the eyes of a worship- ping cocker spaniel puppy. She knew, without a doubt, that Steve would make some excuse not to come over this Saturday. With this thought in mind she tenderly unpinned the little silver pin from her coral sweater and set it on the table. She thought of Steve, she thought of the first time she had worn the pin. She had felt a little thrill of pride as she walked into the room with the most popular boy in the school. She loved the envious glances which were aimed at her. That was half the fun of ibeing with Steve, though she had hated to admit it. The room was fairyland of dancing lights. The decoration committee had really outdone themselves this time. Ann felt a rosy glow of pride in herself, in the party and in her school. Just to think, next year she and Steve would be going to a large impersonal university. But there was a wealth of consolation in the fact that Steve would be going too. Mary Wilson was first to spy the pin. Well, she said raising dark, evenly- plucked eye- brows, look what little Ann has. There was a general chorus of excited exclamations as the girls clustered about Ann. J-44 It's a nice pin, Mary said maliciously, but, when spring comes . . . One of the girls gave her a quick admonitory poke. Mary was silent. What happens when spring comes? Ann asked, little needles of apprehension prickling up and down her spine. Oh, nothing, Mary said nonchalantly. But Ann knew. Every spring Steven had a new girl. 'I'wo years ago it had been Mary. Last year Katherine Kentle had worn his pin. This year . . . But, this time it's different, Ann assured herself confidently. Now, however, she knew that it was not different. Steve hadn't changed. The ringing of the phone 'brought her to her feet instantly. For a minute she hesitated, then she lifted the receiver. , Hello, she said. Hello, Ann . . . say, listen Ann. The voice was deep and there was a slight note of hesita- tion in it. 'Tm afraid I won't be able to make it this Saturday, as usual. That's fine, Steve, Ann said. ROYCE BRADLEY, Gr. XII. ,k . HE FELL AMONG THIEVES The sky-yes, it was dark. The wind howled and the rain poured. Indeed, it was the typical setting for a highway robbery, but in this case the man robbed and the goods stolen were just a little different. It happened long ago in a 'barren wasteland, a place of few trees and much desert. A young man with a kind and weary face made his way along the well-worn path. He paused to ease his burden, pushing the heavy wooden object back into the groove of his shoulder. His back and arms were bare, and the wood had scraped the flesh where it rested on his body. It was an odd picture-a lone man, a wooden object and about him a thousand jeering thieves. The group neared' the summit of the hill, the .man was nearly spent but courageous at the moment of his greatest trial. The thieves, drunk with the glory of their latest deed, laughed. They laughed again when they poured vinegar over his parched lips. Yes, he fell among thieves and they stole his life. He fell among thieves and they robbed him of his existence. CAROLE WALLICK, Gr. XI., 'A' The small girl was taking part in a local concert. She was only seven years old, and recited so well that she was enc-ored. Well Jeanne, how did you get on, asked her grandfather when she returned home. Why I thought I had done all right, replied Jeanne, abut they made me do it again. Page Fifty-two r - .wflr Q 'Z 1 I wx i J' 1 WAR PAINT War Paint was a sturdy pint-o colt. Mr. and Mrs Rogers, who owned him, were very proud of him and his mother. In a distant city there was a great fair to be held, and Mr. Rogers decided to enter War Paint and his mother in it. It was very early in the morning when they started out. When they arrived aft the fair it was noon and many other animals were there su-ch as-cows, sheep, hogs, horses of all shapes, sizes and breeds. Finally it came time to judge the mares and their colts. War Paint and his mother were led out to the centre of the ring where they had to walk, canter, trot and gallop. After a long tiresome time the judges came and put the first prize on the halter of War Paint's mother. They had won first prize! Everybody came and patted them, and one little girl was lifted to War Paint's back to have a little ride. That night Mr. and Mrs. Rogers came and brought them apples and candy. The next morn- ing they were loaded onto a truck and then started for home. When they got home, War Paint galloped around the pasture with his mother for he was so glad to be home on the ranch. GAYLE, MCLEAN, Gr. IV. 'A' OUR RABBIT Mother said that she saw a rabbit out in the yard. Last night we saw him again. He is a very cute little rabbit. Every morning when I put my head out of the window I can see his little foot tracks in the snow. He is brown and white. Tonight we are going to put some carrots and lettuce out for him. We are going to try to tame him if we can. I hope we can. GAIL BURRows, Gr. IV. ik DOWN AT THE BEACH Once upon a time, I was down at the beach. .On-e day, my father, my friend and I were in swimming. It was very windy and the waves came high up over the beach. I was standing in the water when a great big wave came and knocked me over. I was under water for two minutes. When I got up my eyes were all blurred and I couldn't see anything. I called to my father and he took me in to shore, and I didn't go in deep water anymore. ELEANOR SP1-:NcE, Gr. Il. i' Visitor: How many students are there in this school? Miss Carter: About one in five. THE WILD HORSE Once upon a time there was a black mare who lived with a big group of horses. In sum- mer, they roamed the mountains. It was winter, the horses were moving towards the rocky cave. Once out of the cave they were in a little valley. It was there the little colt was b-orn. He was ia little fellow with wobbly legs. When he tried standing up, he fell down right away. away, One day when the colt was six months old, they were roaming the mountains. Suddenly, the colt, who was black, saw something moving. It was a man. As soon as the horses saw all the men, they ran away from the mountain. The men changed to fresh horses every half hour. Soon the wild horses got tired. The men caught up to them and caught many of them with ropes. One man caught the black stallion. The s-tallion was snorting with fear in the corral, as the horse breaker came towards him. The man soon got the saddle on him, Then he got on but didn't stay on long. He soon went out of the corral with a broken arm. After two days, be let the horse go free. From there, the horse went back to his friends. No one could ride him so they called him king-King of the Wild Horses. SANDRA CLARK, Gr. IV. i' THE YOUNG FOX Once upon a time there was a red fox who was very stubborn. One day when Reddy was walking with his mother in the forest, a porcu- pine came out of a bush. The fox didn't like the looks of the porcupine so he came toward him. His motherwarned him not to, but he didn't listen to her. When the porcupine curled up in a ball Reddy's mother ran away but Reddy came nearer and nearer. When Reddy came close to the porcupine he gave a yelp and ran away to his mother because he had some quills in his nose. From then on he never went near a porcupine again. Whenever someone sees a porcupine they remember Reddy Fox. SANDRA CLARK, Gr. IV. 'A' SURE CURE FOR DIRT There once was a little girl whose 'name was Pony Jean, She did not like her brother because he was not clean, She polished him and scrubbed him with lemon juice and cream, And put him in the ice-box till he was fifteen JEAN HAMILTON, Gr. III. Page Fifty-three :-'P , ' , .'.rL:.'B. -. GARRY HOUSE Miss EILEEN ARNOLD ,,..,,.......... Poplar Point MRS, MCEWAN ,,.,.................. 29 Rothsay Apts. MRS, PRICE ..,....... ........ 1 24 Walnut St. wk Ik lk Prefect-Carole Wallick, 71B Locarno Apts. Secretary-Cecily Ann Gunn, Royal Oak Annex. Sports Captain-Betty Ann Runner, Treherne Manitoba. Treasurer--Ruth Anderson, Melita, Sask. 8 5 Il Richard Stewart, 78 Lanrgside St. John Bracken, 811 Roslyn Road. Carol Ann Fields, 265 Kingsway. Rosemary Kilgour, 134 Harrow St. Gayle McLean, University of Manitoba. Roberta Robertson, 1018 Grenfell, Tuxedo. Patsy Smith, 471 Kingston Crescent. Kathleen Hamilton, Bihar, India. Georgina Steele, 25-1 Brock St. Muriel Edmonds, Fort Whyte. Mavis Gossling, 49 Oak St. Susanne Chester, 585 River Ave. Dolores Palmatier, 67 Oakwood Crescent. Joan Sheppard, 37 Kingsway, Barbara Fisher, 1070 McMillan. Gertrude Hanson, Nestor Falls, Ont. Diane Calder, Lot 94, East St. Paul. Ann Stephenson, 148 Elm. Joyce Stovel, 212 Grenfell, Tuxedo. Patsy Ann Wright, 137 Montrose St. Patricia Stone, 313 Main St., Kenora. Marjorie Lush, 545 Academy Road. Cara Joy Hughes, 108 Kingsway. Royce Bradley, Morden, Man. 'A' DOUGLAS HOUSE MRS- LITTLE .............................. 71 Langside St. MRS. J. Rum .............................. 71 Langside St. Miss S. HALLnoRsoN .,.. Ste. F, Ashford Apts. Hi Ill if Prefect-Nancy Smith, 100 Waterloo St. Secretary-Claire Anderson, Melville, Sask. Sports Captain-Pat Sparling, Flin Flon, Man Treasurer-Elizabeth Ann Beaton, 302 Mont- rose St. ik ll S Joyce Belloff, 67 Riverside Drive. Margaret Buchanan, 743 McMillan Ave. Elaine Kossek, 139 Furby St. Carol Hayman, Ste. 7, Kitchener Court, Janet McCutcheon, 599 Wardlaw. Nancy Bathgate, 69 Middlegate. Dana Leigh Hopson, 39 Royal Crescent Apts. Carol McAulay, 1125 Wellington Crescent. Shirley Prowse, Ste. 3, Oriole Apts. Betty 'May Ormiston, Box 59, R.R. 5. Ann Fox, 525 Manchester Blvd. Valerie Head, Sidney, B.C. Mary Hope Mclnnis, 211 Oak St. Ruth Pollexfen, 99 Roslyn Road. Pat Riley, 104 Grenfell Blvd. Audrey Han-berg, Miami, Man. Roberta Scrase, Daup-hin, Man. Donna Young, 222 Handsart Blvd. Betty Brunn, Morden, Man. Maureen Nord, 3122 11th St., Brandon, Man. 'A' NELSON HOUSE Miss 'MARTIN ...................,.,.. 9 Muskoka Apts. MRS. Low ........., ........... 9 8 Kingsway Mas. SPARLING ..... ..... 9 23 Byng Place if It it Prefert-Daphne White, 202 Handsart Blvd. Secretary-Barbara Drybrough, 220 Grenfell Blvd. Sports Captain-Joan Mitchell, 130 Douglas Park Road. Treasurer-Claire Tribble, Tvorbrit Mines Ltd., Alice Arm, B.C. il 8 5 Diane Milne, Ste. 45, 61 Furby St. Diana Sheppard, 37 Kingsway. Janet Smith, 471 Kingston Crescent. Marilyn Reeves,,45 Kenaston. Jean Hamilton, Bihar, India. Elizabeth Echols, 976 Grosvenor. Joan Bathgate, 69 Middlegate. Audrey Stubbs, Ste. 3, Elgin Court. Georgia Brown, 691 Fisher St. Judith Spence, 1B, Wellington Apts. Diane White, 202 Handsart Blvd. Daphne Burns, 82 Brock St. Jane Park, Nestor Falls, Ont. Carolyn Dyson, 874 Wellington Crescent. Patsy Sigurdson, 252 Tache Ave. Catherine Robertson, 108 Grenfell Blvd. Carla Ann Stewart, 154 3rd Ave., Yorkton-, Sask. Monica Brown, 291 Cordova St. Janet Bleeks, 484 Wellington Crescent. Dorothy Jackson, 34 Frontenac Apts., Regina. Sandra McNamara, 158 Harvard. Tamara Markell, .108 Ethelbert St. Muriel McCullagh, 379 Waterloo St. Lorraine Brown, 369 Borebank St. Dolores Lindholm, Lot 105, Pembina Hwy., Fort Garry. Jocelyn Robb, 239 Ash St. Allison Brown, Tisdale, Sask. Page Fifty-four I Lil YORK HOUSE Mrss I. DICKSON ............-.-.- ----- 1 91 Home St- Mrss M. SHEPLEY .....,. ........ 4 3 KUIESWHY- AY HF if Prefect-Linda Wright, 198 Montrose St. Secretary-Diane Johnson, 9 Greysolon Apts- Treasurer-Donna Pigott, 425 Niagara St. Sports Captain-Clementine McNern, 880 Wel- lington Crescent. Sk Ik 42 Eleanor Spence, 1, B Wellington Crescent. Sharon Charack, 12 Sharpe Block. Janet Clark, 5 Brentwood Lodge. Gail Burrows, 1001 Hertford Blvd. Elizabeth Walton, 28 Middlegate. Sandra Clark, 5 Brentwood Lodge Suzanne Flood, 119 Handsart Blvd. Barbara Ann Harris, 125 Handsart Blvd, Elizabeth Hamilton, 82 Langside. Carol Feinstein, 444 Brock St. Joanne Meyer, 1196 Grosvenor. Gail Macdonald, 121 Yale Ave. Dulcie Ann Thomson, 919 Mulvey Ave. Linda Christie, Darlingford, Man. Helen Grant, St. Adolphe, Man. Annie Lou Ormiston, Box 59, R.R. 5, Winnipeg. Barbara Parliament, 112 Harvard. Janet Black, 207 Coniston, Norwood. Marilyn May, 201 Hertford Blvd. Diane Armstrong, 232 Oak St. Phyllis Jordan, Darlingford, Man. Compliments of . . lIlllllNY PHARMACY Phone 30 350 374 Colony Street DILTS, BAKER, LAIDLAW 81 SHEPARD BARRISTERS and SOLICITORS 'Ir A. E. Dilts, K.C. E. G. Phipps Baker, K.C. T. W. Laidlaw, K.C. C. D. Shepard C. Gordon Dilts John P. Baker The Huron and Erie Building WINNIPEG CANADA Joan Lidster, 1442 97th St., North Battleford. Isabel Rife, 1689 Hewitt Ave., St. Paul, Minn. Compliments of . . 1. v , 0 . ,ja , J gf-' 21 zwmewy TELEPHONE 72 617 476 PORTAGE AVE. Page Fifty-five GRADUATION JUNE 'I948 We cannot dodge difficulties in school or in life, and how dull it would be if things were always too easy! Through mastering difficulties you come to terms with life, and you will find the beauty and nobility in it, are limitless, said Dr. 'Carleton W. Stanley of United College in his address to the nineteen Riverbend School graduates at the closing exercises held in West- minster Church June 16th, 1948. During the course of the afternoon awards and prizes were presented to the graduates and students by Hon. R. F. McWilliams, Lieutenant- Governor of Manitoba, Mrs. A. C. Mclnnes, and Mr. W. J. Dowler. Following the program at Westminster Church the guests were invited to a garden party which was held on the school grounds. Glorious sunshine furnished the proper setting for the dainty white dresses and colourful bou- quets of the graduates. DIANE JOHNSON. if TEDDY BEAR GOES FISHING One day Teddy Bear's father said, Letls go fishing. Teddy was delighted for he had felt very lonely and bored all day. Fishing would be fun. So off they went with their lunch packed in a basket. They found a shady spot and Father Bear said 'tYou play here Teddy while I go fishing. So Teddy played with Sammy Squirrel until Sammy had to go to lunch. Then the thought of lunch made Teddy hungry too. He decided to peek into the lunch basket. Teddy knew that he should wait till his father came back from fishing but then he thought, surely there was no harm in just looking. He opened the top of the basketg inside of the basket there were two of everything. The food looked good to Teddy, he decided to eat his share right away, and he did. After he had eaten one sandwich he wanted his father's lunch too. When he saw Father coming he tried to hide the basket but he was too late. Father Bear looked inside the basket, it was empty. He looked at Teddy and he knew at once where the food had gone. How cross Father Bear was with his greedy son! He said nothing at all to his Teddy Bear as they made their way h-ome. Just as they got to the door Teddy said he would never want any more than his share again. So Father Bear said he hoped he had learned a lesson! ELIZABETH ECHOLS. L-AST YEAR'S GRADUATES June Baker: Grade 12 at United. . Carolyn Dowler: Grade 13 at Branksome Hall, Toronto. ' Joan Roberts: Grad-e 12 at Calgary, Alta. Shelagh Lawsonz. Grade 12 at United. Lorna McCarthy: Life Assurvance at Eaton's. Catherine Anderson: Grade 12 at Melville, Sask. Lois Huggard: Grade 12 at .United. - Carol Elliott: Grade 12 at United. Eleanor Parker: Home Ec. at University. Peggy Truscott: First Year Home Economics at University of Manitoba. Cat'herine Harris: Angus Business College. Donna Smale: Grade 12 at United. Arma Sifton: At finishing school in Switzerland. Phyllis Huston: Working in Income Tax Office. Ina Grain: Grade 12 at Regina, Sask. Margaret Nasselquist: At, home in Flin Flon. Francis Abbott: Skating. Paddy Lou Sparling: Grade 12 at Riverbend. Barbara Champ: Working in Regina. Beth Coulter: In training at Misericordia. Bette Brooking: Grade 12 at United. Elaine Mclnnes: Grade 12 at United. Marge Baker: Grade 12 at United. Nancy Merrill: if THE RED FOX Once there was a sly red fox who had not eaten for a long time. One day he went out to find something to eat. As he was walking, he smelled some food so he walked toward the smell very quickly. When he reached it he saw a porcupine eating food. He was so hungry that he went and ate too. The porcupine started to throw his quills but the fox ran quickly away and the quills went into the food. The food was. spoiled so the porcupine went away. Then the fox came back, not knowing where the quills had gone. He ate the food, got quills in his throat, and went away howling. JEAN HAMILTON, Gr. 3. Compliments of . . . MISS F. J. 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ALLIS CHALMERS - GENERAL MOTORS Winnipeg St. Boniface Port Arthur Page Sixty-four ,.f'3?!'f7f- 25 5' gf., , . il . , I , Phone 403 800 'HOWARD BROWN KILGOUR'S LIMITED If It's Made of Paper . . . We Have It We Carry a Complete Stock of lb -. t WRAPPING PAPER ' Plftggbfl I PAPER TOWELS ' TOILET PAPER . TWIN EIS, Etc. ' O ' CoR. ACADEMY AND LANARK . . 0 k WINNIPEG I Wlnmpeg - Regma - Sas atoon Compliments of . . . .IQHN INC-LIS ,1yco. LIMITED 4 A Good Education Is Good Insurance STRATTCN WHITAKER LIMITED ll I Complete Insurance Service' O Fire :: Automobile Health and Accident Casualty '745 Somerset Building, Winnipeg Telephone 925 215 I. , Q-41, J r Q h 3 I ' 'Eji'3if1. -'.J,...Q'-. I Page Sixty-five -n-4 4 I 77 'HY' fi- '41 Compliments of . . GEORGE H. YQUNG S 81 CO. CUSTOMS HOUSE BRoKE2RS Great Western Building Winnipeg Canada , CONGRATULATIONS, What We Don't Know GRADUATES! Wonft hurt uslis an Old Saying And Best Wishes for your future but we prefer to change it to - from WHAT WE D0 KNOW makes it possible for us to serve the Eye Physician and fill his prescriptions to the most exact- ing specifications and under the Guild code of maintaining the ethical principles of the medical profession. Mo YER 'S I-feadquarters for School Supplies and Equipment o Zipper Loose Leaf Cases o Art and Craft Books and Supplies o School and Class Crests - o Chemistry and Science Supplies 0 Kindergarten Supplies o Entertainment Books and Supplies o Text Books, etc., etc. Ra The Largest School Supply House in Canada LIMITED Moyer School Supplies Ltd. 'll' A . W' ' 103 Medical Arts Bldg. 315 W1 lam Ve mmpeg BRANCHES AT 923 523 Moncton, Montreal, Toronto, Saskatoon, ' EDMONTON I i Wartime Secret Transformed Into Peacetime Boon to Deaf Washington, D.C.-Out of America's wartime research and development has come a new boon to the country's estimated 10 million deafened persons. It is a miniature, self-containing hearing aid of an entirely new, improved type-the Hrst postwar product to utilize the highly efficient printed circuit which made possible the tiny, but deadly, proximity fuse of World War II-a secret development of Standards and industry. lDlUNlL0lP'9S ll-lIlEIAlRllNCG Alllll CLINIC 247 Kennedy Street Winnipeg, Manitoba fOpposite Medical Arts B1g.J Page Sixty-six 4- PHONE 42386-7-8 Hairdressing Studio Cold Wave 35.00 'R' ' CB. 0,771 isfon Specialize in , FINGERWAXHNG Flowers For All Occasions 0 PERMANENT WAVING ' COLD WAVING 96 Osborne Street 701 Westminster Ave. Phone 33 020 With the Compliments of . . . PETHICK Glllll LTD. 303 Grain Exchange, Winnipeg Compliments of . . Educational Book tore PgSty 1 xsrababvabvazrivgbvgagrafgbvg:QSQYSQgbiaaabiaiiwsgivgiaivgifgrivgbifggsrgwg Q A LIFETIME OF 1 A N D i , 4 I Q. 31 ,Q eh N f J X ff X I as K f 6 735' , I f -f J l Q 4 A X gefafff x l Vg, . an' X 1Q V t X N f 'Wx '-. - 2:2'1f-iiflif' A '13 il . -2 :-:2 15 55555523111-:'.-. X f I ' .zf:-gsQS:222:f:f2:?:3:1gZ4 '5'7 A , . A ij t., -4- 5'::jg:Q:v:,..3, '.'..,' .Q:f.f.3:f:i:':f'f',:-:i:-: 3:3:'.3:l:7:1f2:1ff-f5fif5:fiififififIflfIgI5.3.,. ' I ffE5E5fE2?f5 - ' f.T - 4 l i d!! -: .1 i ifigii EWiZ352133:15E55355iiigifigiiiiiiiiiifi1V::E'IEEHifiSgifIif?iiiEEEEisggiiiiiiiigEE:EEEiiigiiigii?iEiEi?EEiii?5Eii5f::f ' f X 3 - 1 4 i 253532 ji 2 V J -I ' 'AA is i i J 9 HUDSONS BAY ovjfzff' BLANKETS For nearly 200 years, Hudson's Bay Point Blankets have set a ' standard of quality for the world. They are woven of 10072 Virgin 1 Wools, with rich and beautiful colours, edges which need no binding, -' and deep, warm nap. In delicate Pastels, famous Multi-Stripes, and Bold Outdoor Colours, like treasured heirlooms, Hudson's Bay Point Blankets give a life-time of beauty and comfort. 'i A! gs' n suns ug nmpuug. h ' E QI' ' INCORPORATED 25? MAY l87O. '- , rcYfi:r3a2r1a::r3a:1Ya::zVa22c3ffa2:r,Ya:rr35n2:c,1'a::rY5::nY.5:eff12a2c3ff22c3fdx3ftr:h,Ytn2:h2'fgr,Y.1x3fg:Qr3f.g2c,Y5:Si7,lEii Page Sixty-eight fi A 'L F I' ! ..S?weaIfer5 exc!4,5iueQ Ar Meladyf Sellers 8l g Iflie enfire !amiQ I Companvy ' MENS INVESTMENT LADIES, AND INSURANCE MISSES, DEALERS .Q CHILDRENS WINNIPEG Club and School Sweaters . I made to order. ' MEMBERS -his ' . -i,'2a-L51 ' 1 . IR IJ , .v Q f ' 1 ' ,Sf in I , . 2- - Qi galil: 3. .... ..g 28-6 Kennedy Street Telephone 925 319 Investment Dealers Assn. of Winnipeg Grain Exchange Winnipeg Grain 8a Produce Exchange Clearing Assn. Winnipeg Stock Exchange Calgary Stock Exchange Canada Compliments of . . Compliments of . . CRESC E N T CREAMERY I CO. LIMITED MCKNIGHTS , 1 . Era? Ecru Milk - Cream - Butter Ice Cream O 4 TELEPHONE 37 101 A Page Sixty-nine 1 4 gg ,, .., 'Y' A Wi. , fx-, t ' H 'C f ' A ..f . ri M A 1 my ,- E Uv ' ,Y . -A -N ,- 4.11 . rf - 7 . 'gi 1. . . Beq 9 5-,. , . H . . . .,,i-M ..-' V . , '-' A 2: X ,' 1 Q , um? 'Q' :vnu 0 , ' 5 -F' YJ'-..', 'pV'f, ,Q . 1 . 4 Ji A- -'V' 2' I- i. -a Q ,A ,UM ., 6' . '4-Q' P ,N 1 4' 1 A , A , 7,54 21... , f AA x 5? 4 4.,-'HU , . 1 I ksvs 3' 35.-vf,-. I f,1 K . 1 R - ' 5 'A . uh 'Ma ' 1 r 7' ' M fum , -r, . x' .-,ef ,A I' V :V L 4, .fc Sf . ki Q if Vg I nl I , fx , 1 I 1 in -A - rfig-ssl A - - '1-'L' f , .V .9 ,rl f , . '-. ' ' ,321 ' ' f.'...' . 3' -1 W- . s W., - 'J 'gm' 1 I R41 1, N ' - ' , ' ' , X' . 1-' , - ' - f ,' ' , 7 ik N' . u , Y 'N , . , ,, ,, -. 0 . s-.. , ,L 7 N 4 - . ,- , 1, .V f ,A I '- - - ' f-,.a'. , , Complimentiffof . .' - 'A 'A 1 - . 'C o'l': D0 LD .BAL LIMITED 'lx' r 1 1 I. Compliments of.. . 'DY GN S LTD. WINNIPEG - CANADA . v . Page Seventy I ,gn f 1 xv Aa .XL 1 I I ' , I V u- .Q-f'.1 V '- ' - Vw, ty Auf' 5. v ' ' Q ' Vsik w, ' ' ' A , ' u ,JI . , r . . 4 . , L v. ' . gl 1, A' Q. QL... Qfmd-.'.L'iiL5a.nf2ir.Q1L - Amazing Value! f. . . the mighty little machine that washes 'lr Easter 'k cleaner 'Ir rinses whiter COMIQENDED PARENYS :i:f:itf:-:1:.:-:-:-t-:-:4.-.-.' - -' , 2 if- ,'.YE-:'EF'E'IfE'52EfEIE2E' S 15' ,,,,...,.. -. -h we . 1, K :Iii- 5tit::g12:f:f:Q:f:f:f:f:f:f:f:f:fil 'J - 5 .I -155-'52 ' A:f:7:C:5:I:2:5:1:5:i:T:f:1:3:5:i:ifl:if? 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O Rinses so thoroughly that outside dry- ing is unnecessary. 0 Can be easily rolled out of sight when not in use. DISTRIBUTED BY C0 OL DATED I DU TRIE LTD. Phone 924 255 229 Main St. Y N 'wsu f PgS ty .vip -. 1 1 5 r Wffwq , ' '- sa '..1V .'v 4 . gat - 6 t 4- 3 4.--3 . V- W., K, ' V' I Q, Yr A. , - ,tv-K -.HY .., 'll 5- I ,g,?7tJ: 1, - , .L,'-Alf -,wh 1:4-gk? S 1' f' 5, . Phone 94 904 . TAYLoR PAINTING a DECCRATING co LTI MIRRORS RESILVERED 331 Donold Street Compliments of o o o 1 t SALLYS L1 jLbU0l 5 - 243 PORTAGE AVENUE P g S enty-two .. A., if 3 .Ju-. f.55 '..diEn' I wifi' 1 ,-,, Y CURUNATIIN I N YLONS SHIRTS Bowling Alleys Cor. Tache and Eugene, Norwood PATROINIZE- Your Friendly Neighbourhood Store C A N C I l I. A ' S LADIES' MEN'S KIDDIES' VESTS LINGERIE TIES TRAIN ERS SLIPS SOCKS GIFTS, Etc NOTIONS - WOOL - STAPLES Cancillafs Variety Shoppe 156 SHERBROOK ST. PHONE 722 314 24 Up-To Date Alleys ENTIRELY AIR-CONDITIONED CAREY 81 WRIGHT BARRISTERS AND 0 SOLICITORS H, E. CAREY, M.A., LLB., S.J.D. fHarv.J Modern Lunch Bar and Soda Fountain T. GC WRIGHT, B-Aw LL-B' adjoining 809 PARIS BUILDING WINNIPEG, MAN ' Page Seventy-three if fvullailiaud i' economical if And Sa BURN AN' Try Spork for summer menus . . . quick and satis- fying. A tasty meal in a iiffy. High in vitamin and mineral content, Spork is the busy houseWife's answer to t'What shall we have today? There are so many Ways to serve delicious Spork-so many quick, delightful uses for this tempting meat. And Spork is only one of over 25 wholesome varieties of Burns Canned Meats. BURNS Pantry Shelf Meals ore QUALITY 8: C0. LIMITED Page Seventy-four . V I 'i K., Compliments of . . . REMDRUQ STARTER SETS in ZZ? if sgielfdlflfg Start her with 'one or more pieces in her favorite pattern in flatware and buy additional pieces through- , out the year. , '4 A WATERLOO AND ACADEMY All Birks Patterns open stock from Coast to Coast. B I R K S ymfn 6014119 3l4'L8l'Lt5 ORRI GRAI '4 QLLTD. 709 Grain Exchange f Page Seventy-five . ..' Y q I J -. . ,-ui- x, 7L Ol' A 'VN 'ff H ,. ' 4 A, . . T. , af I. ,fffiZ2ZZZ X Yqur future 15 our business MJ! GREAT-WEST LIFE ASSURANCE COMPANY HEAD OFFICE - WINNIPEG P S tJ IZ BAY'-- wx t s can 011157 701' 832. 55 X d g,,f ge Q :Wt 53 if X WM When it comes to clothes for Teeners, the BAY is in tune to current style demands! Prices are moderate . . . and quality tops, here at the BAY! Come in soon . . . let us outfit You from Head to Toe! alumna? Mg QEIPHUEQ Page Seventy seven .0 CQCQMQ , HEADQUARTERS S ' ,Y Repairs Parts k xy A X . , - Accessories IFN' Y. N K, Q :W A, QMS BM For Hire Agents for: C.C.M.-Dayton-Humber-McBride -Sunbeam Bicycles ,GOUC The Bicycle Specialist GIRLS WANTED Chance of a Lifetime Now Yours PLEASANT WORK GOOD PAY No Previous Experience Necessary. GRADUATE IN A FEW MONTHS Here is a remarkable oppor- tunity. Modern Hair Styling and popular new methods have caused a great shortage of help in this profession. LEARN BEAUTY CULTURE Earn S60 to S150 Monthly We have positions open and waiting for our graduates in almost every part of Canada. Many start own shops Write or Call for FREE Litera- ture. No obligation. '::: 3 '::::' f X-...'ifi:! ..b' - , I tg! X If . , ,I 'Q 1' ' M1172 iv lf.. I A:55555:::- ---- ::::::: X N A A, N H 4 6 I 2 . ,Q ..' ..... 3 .a , NU-FASHION BEAUTY SCHOOL , 174 Sherbrook Phone 37 408 334 Portage Ave- Wim1iPe8'i 334 Portage Ave., Winnipeg A BLENDED SHUHTENINGMBLENDS BETTEFI USE Jewel swan CANADIAN co. LIMITED Page Seventy-eight I I wg . .J . A I ' A I For All Your School Sewing Needs Established 1910 B E N M O S S ' DIAMOND IMPORTERS WATCH REPAIRING , ' 424 Portage Avenue . . . As It Should Be Done - Winnipeg, Man. Phone 93 248 PHONE 9215 101 , , , 422 Ma1n Street Wmnlpeg I Compliments of . . . , K l HALLET 81 C HEY LTD. GRAIN MERCHANTS GRAIN EXCHANGE VVIN N IPEG , MANITOBA FOR QUALITY, ACCURACY, EFFICIENCY AND DESPATCH Phone 37 025 ' CAMPBELL DRUG CO. LIMITED Cor. MARYLAND and WOLSELEY AVENUE J. F. HOLLAND, Manager PRESCRIPTIONS CALLED FOR AND DELIVERED I lies! W -1. , . . I ' L. , - , v -' . 5 I . eh ,N - 7,1 4, gf! . . ,,.-r F I 5 , H f 1 ii: 141 '. Page Seventy-nine E T0 Ongmiufaiei fig G R A D S U Junior Councillor JOCELYN ROBB TO THOSE young women who have completed their courses . . . and graduated into a larger sphere of activity, we extend our sincere congratulations. At EATON'S we keep young with Young Canada, through our Junior Councils and Junior Executives . . . and we are proud of the outstanding representative we have had from Riverbend School For Girls. For her and for every student, we wish the finest that Lite can offer, and success in their chosen field of endeavor. 881-1 CQMITED WINNIPEG CANADA Pg Egitj Since I 857 Vames Richardson Sons Limited Gram Merchants, Shzppers and Exporters Head Offuce WINNIPEG - Branches Throughout Canada