Ruperts Land Girls School - Eagle Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Rupert's Land College Magazine LQ 1 JoKEs 1 Isobel- Nancy Milton is Scotch: Do you know why she likes 'basketball ? , Alice- No I ' Isobel-- Well, she gets free shots. An Invitation froin a Cannibal to a Missionary We should like you for dinner next Sunday. Mfrs. Slielford- What is the plural of child ? Sweet, but Dumb- Twins! Clarice- Where did you learn that new piece, Dorothy ? D. McGaiJin- It isn't a new piece, the piano has been tuned! Five-year-old Miriam Cafter vainly trying to soothe the baby to sleepj- I can't do it, Mummie. He won't keep his eyes buttonedf' . Music Teacher- What does f.f. mean ? 'Small Pupil-- Fump, fump ! Doctor- How did you get here ? Patient- Flu. Eleanor- What does a golf ball do when it stops rolling ? Betty- I don't know. Eleanor- It looks round. Fond Mamma fto a friendj-- I feel so proud of Dorothy, she is learning French and Algebra in school. Now Dorothy, say 'How-do-you-do' to this lady in Algebra ! Ruth G.- Oh dear! I have a bad splinter in my finger! Jean- Well, surely you'Ve been told not to scratch your head! Grade IX is full of willing people! The teacher is willing to work and the rest are willing to let her ! ' - Why does 'Dodgy' always keep the school motto ? Because her nose is 'seeking the heights'. Teacher- John, how do they make peanut butter ? J ohn- They feed the cows on peanuts. ' QContributed by B. Potter, Form 111.1 Miss Bannister- What is a vacuum ? ' Agnes- I'm not quite sureg it's in my head but It can't explain it. .13

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Rupefrfs Land College Magazine The second is the. great Dome rising directly behind Daw-l son, to the height of approximately three thousand feet. This journey is usually made on foot, but it can be made by car. Two years ago a road was constructed, winding up the hillside, through the trees. It is a journey that requires all the power of the engine and all the attention of the driver, and one finds cause to hold one's breath as the car overcomes some especially steep climb. However, as you ascend higher, you forget your fear while gazing down upon the miniature valley and river below. The majority, however, climb this Dome on foot. Knap- sacks are packed, thermos bottles are filled, and the climbers are off ! All along the various footpaths and roads you meet them, in parties, in threes and in twos, all eagerly seeking their destination. Occasionally the steady hum of a car, as it strains itself to gain the top, floats up on the breeze. Finally, between ten and eleven, the little house for shelter, on the top of the Dome, begins to fill with climbers evading the vicious mosquitoes, while outside, scattered round about camp- fires, singing, eating and talking, are the braver ones, awaiting the sunrise. ' Finally the sinking golden orb, which had stolen down behind the snow-crested mountains, for the fewest of minutes, rises again to the horizon, brighter and more wonderful than ever, shedding its rays across the snow-covered wastes and lighting up the gloomiest corners. Cries arise from all around, The sun, the sun! Boniires, picnics, all are forgotten. Everyone bursts forth from the house, forgetting the bold mosquitoes in the desire to gaze on the wondrous scene before them. Slowly Old Sol rises. The first pale lights, showing behind the snow-cragged mountains, shed a soft yellow light over all. As the rays steal higher, the soft yellow deepens into a rosy pink and all is enveloped in a warm glow. Gradually the pink deepens into an orange, tinted with mauves and blues, until at last the glorious sun, shedding a wondrous light afar, .reaches a spot high in the heavens, above the glistening peaks. Everyone marvels as before, breathless at the sight of the perfect colourings that light up the blue sky. Then, as the morning light gradually becomes more pronounced, all turn slowly homewardsg the climbers scramble down the hillside, the cars begin their long trek back into town. Tired, sleepy and mosquito-bitten all may be, but above all they have the. wonderful feeling of just having witnessed, for one more year, that marvellous Northern spectacle whose glory, spread abroad in other lands, has added, fame to theigolden land of the North. r fG.JoNEs,-f ' . Grade XII. ' Q 12

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Ruperfs Land College Magazine I Things we can't do 1. Wear a night-cap. j 2. Use a can-opener. 3. Pick pussy-willows. 4. Listen to C K Y music. 5. Put on new kid gloves. , . 6. Cough in a dignified manner at a lecture. A R. THOMPSON AND M. WHITE. Can't you just see! 1. Mrs. Roper eating Eskimo pies! 2. Miss Pearman with her hair cut! 3. Miss Bannister playing a trombone! 4. Miss Schoenau in plus-fours! 5. Miss Sheldon playing basketball! 6. Miss Short nursing a baby. 7. Miss Jones caning the children! 8. Miss Johnson leading a school yell! 9. Miss Welch teaching Latin. 10. Miss Holditch sleeping with her windo shut! W Can't you just hear! 1. Nancy refusing a cream puff ! 2. Any form asking for more homework! 3. Isobel singing like a lark! 4. Terry taking a high dive at the Cornish baths! 5. Dorothy refusing a second helping at dinner! - 6. Form XI approving of the Family Compact! 7. Form IX hunting for the chalk! 8. Form X going to drill in silence! 4 9. The Boarders suggesting that breakfast shall be at 6 a.m. LETTER T0 THE EDITRESS Dear Editress,- . In a College of higher learning such as this, Where the sup- posedly finest and most refined young ladies of the city are to be found, I am astounded to find that there is at least one dishonest person. A week ago last Monday, While preparing to leave for home, I discovered that from my collection of hairpins th-ere wa.s one missing. Having just finished a gymnastic lesson, I hastened to the Assembly Hall, and there followed a fruitless search. Suddenly it occurred to me that someone must have picked it up. I thought that it would surely have been taken' to the 14