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

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Ruperfs L ol an College Magazine VXA 'h I 'n 's 4 N x N 12. C 9- 6 N uitiyf, , I K W W e ' 'N ll rf, If J miami 'fd Some of US to sea did go And some were left behilzxd. ELEANOR LODGE. Age 14. 24

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Rupert? Land College Magazine Christmas Bales. This year again each Form provided clothes, toys, and a Christmas dinner for a poor family at Christmas. Letters of thanks received tell of the happiness these bales of good things bring to homes where a visit from Santa Claus is often unexpected. , C. M. HOLDITCH. HIGHWAYS ' The old trail had been used by the buffaloes year after year in their migrations, across the plain, down in the valley and up onto the higher plateau, but always within close range of the river's course. This year was different though. Strange two-legged creatures, clothed in the fur skins of animals and decorated with gay feathered head-dress, had swooped down upon their haunt and driven them away. No longer could the buffalo follow their old trail along the river or graze on the grassy banks, or wade in the cooling waters. Then the Indians, who had driven away the buffalo, began to use the river banks as a trail of theirs, for in most places the waters were too treacherous for their frail canoes. Each Spring they would go down the trail laden with skins and hides from the North, in the Fall they would return gaily bedecked with bright beads and trinkets and behaving very wildly, even for them, firing off their guns and rifles which they obtained from the white men of the East in exchange for the skins. , After awhile some of these white men came along the trail with the Indians, and soon many white soldiers passed along the river's bank. The white men returned but the Indians never again appeared. Soon the old trail became cut and rutted by wagon wheels. The white settlers came in covered wagons and camped on the river's bank. The few trees which grew there were chopped down and used for fire-wood. More and more white men went along the old trail until at lastha railroad was built nearby and great blustering steam engines rush-ed by at regular intervals. The old trail was paved with cement and became a modern highway with tourists in automobiles hurrying along over its surface and admiring the scenery as they go by. Then from the blue sky above comes the sound of an air- plane wending its ,way among the soft white clouds. Thus the highway of the airplane and the highway of the old lumbering buffalo is the old river which flows on in a narrow ribbon unchanged by time. JANE NICHOLLS. 23

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Ruperfs Land College Magazine ANTICIPATIONS OF OUR TRIP TO ENGLAND There will be so much to see and to do. The wonderful preparations, pa.cking, shopping, etc. The excitement of catching the eastbound train, we shall probably be fussing for hours before train time! Then the sea, which as yet I have never seen, and the boat, the Empress of Australia. The voyage, except for the possibility of a storm, seems a glorious prospect. We land at Southampton on July 9th, and proceed to Oxford by motor coach, via the New Forest. At Oxford we shall stay at Lady Margaret Hall. We shall also attend some lectures given by prominent people. Then we go to Stratford-upon-Avon, where we shall be billeted in small hotels and private homes. We shall make a special study of Shakes- peare and attend nine Shakespearian plays. After this we shall go to London, and this I am looking forward to most of all. We are to see all the sights, and are staying at Queen Alexandra's house near the Royal Albert Hall. Then we shall have a short time to visit relatives and friends before we depart again for good old Canada. K. H. VVICKENS. ' MY SWING I have a swing in the garden, And I swing on it oh! so high, I can see old farmer Mardin As he cleans out his new pigsty. I can see the old church Steeple As it soars up into the sky, And dozens and dozens of people, And the circus that stands so high. I can see all the little brown huts As they stand in a long, straight row, And the goat on the mountain that butts, While the people their gra.ss do mow. I can see right into the trees Where the robins build their nests, And the dog who is gone in the knees And the cats that the people call pests. JEAN ALEXANDER. Age 11. 25