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

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R U P E R T l S L A N D C O L L E G E Ian- as-nsnxnsn-xnxnsnxns:asusnxuxsnxnsnxuxnvsnsuxuxnsn Hardly had he finished this sentence before a terrific crash rent the air, and Richard found himself confronted by an ethereal being. Somewhat astonished, and, although nothing would have induced him to admit it, the least bit nervous, Mr. Hardheart inquired in a small voice as to the object of this visit, and by whom the visit was made. The being replied in a low, grave voice, 'II am the Spirit of Musicg you have wished there were no music. Come! You shall see the world bereft of this priceless gift. Richard gasped-what was to happen? His reveries were interrupted by t.hat low, grave voice, Follow me, and you shall see. To all the questions Mr. Hardheart asked, this mysterious remark was the answer, and then he felt himself slowly rising, and drifting, drifting into space. Then out of the mists that surrounded them there came to Richard's ears the low, reverent speech of the congrega- tion at prayer. They descended to the ground and watched the proceedings. Richard was puzzled. There seemed to be something missing, yet the people were grave and devoutg the clergyman, gentle and benevolent. He looked up and found the gaze of his guide upon him. Ah! said the Spirit, 'tyou are learning. Richard, more mystitied than ever, found himself again carried away, this time to a narrow, dirty little street in the suburb of the city, where a group of children were dancing along hand in hand, seemingly quite happy. Yet again he noted something amiss. There was not the life, the rhythm in their movements that should have been there. Then, as the picture faded, there came to Richards ears a familiar sound. The tramp of many marching feet. Soldiers, marching along the dusky trail. Where was the joyous energy Richard knew of old? The faces of the men denoted fatigue and dreariness. He could not understand it. The mist gathered again, and Richard floated onwards. This time as the mist, cleared he saw that his spirit companion had led him into the presence of those afflicted with sightless eyes. Some of them were knitting, some reading braille, some weaving basket work. As their tragic fingers deftly followed their occupation, Richard was aware of a stillness scarcely broken by their saddened voices. Then the mist gathered and Richard, stirred to the bottom of his heart, heard that low, grave voice saying, What have you learnt?l' He answered, t'Oh! Spirit of Music, I have learnt that when I wished that music would cease to exist I made an unforgiveable mistake. The atmosphere of that little church, which seemed lacking in something, I have now realized needed the reverent strains an organ gives forth. Those little children in the suburban street whose feet seemed to lack the happy freedom, needed the rhythm of music to guide their dancing steps. His voice grew to a mumble as he thought of a day, many years ago, when he had marched along a dusky road singing lustily at the top of his voice with his companions. Man as he was, he felt a lump in his throat as he continued, Those poor soldiers with weary feet and weary minds-oh! if only I could start them with 'Tipperary' or some of the old songs our regiment used to sing. Richard gulped as his mind conjured up the pathetic sadness with which those poor, blind men sat at their various occupations, and he went on, 'fThose poor, blind people, how their tasks would have been lightened could they have listened to the sweet strains of some orchestra. There was real anguish in his heart as he turned to his com- panion. But with a slow, quiet smile of satisfaction the ethereal being melted into the mist. -Joyce Tarpfirz., Grade VIII. C566 Grandchamp, Le 2 mai, 1935. Ma chere amie, Nous sommes sur la ferme de mon frere et nous sommes arrives jeudi. La maison de la ferme est tres grande et elle a six fenetres. Au milieu de la route il y a une longue barriere noire et derriere notre ferme il y a beaucoup de champs verts. Un facteur apporte nos lettres tous les matins neuf heures et ma soeur se leve pour le voir. Mon petit cousin grimpe une echelle au grenier et il se couche dans le foin avec son chien. Maman l'appelle a midi. Tous les soirs nous nous promenons au moulin at vent sur la colline. Nous allons dans les salles et voyons les arbres des fenetres et apres nous jouons un jeu. Toute a vous, Grace Edgar, Grade VIII. Le Hameauf' Beaufort, Le Ii aofit, 'Citi Mon chere Jaqueline, Nous sommes arrivesl Nous avons quitte Paris le 30 juillet, et nous sommes arrives ici le 31 juillet. Le Hamcau est a 160 milles de Paris, pres de la riviere. Il y a beaucoup de champs, qui sont grands et verts, et la riviere va a eote. La maison est au bord de la riviere, aussi. La maison est tres belle, avec de tres larges fenetres. Ma salle est derriere. Sous elle il y a une mare. Dans la mare il y a des roseaux. .I'ai un jardin potager, et beaucoup de legumes. Des laitues, des artichauts, des epinards, des carottcs, des tomates, et des petits pois. . Bijou amene les vaches et les bmrfs aux champs tous les jours. Nous avons beaucoup de ruches et beaucoup de gui-pcs. Nous avons des piques-niques sur l'herbe sur la berge dc la riviere. Tous les soirs nous nous promenons par la rivierc au moulin, ou nous chantons pres d'un feu. Votre amie affectionee, Izllll. --Iicslfr' 1'l1Hl'f1IlI'I', ffrllrfc VIII. Q. 7 LITERAL OBEDIENCE YOUNG teacher who graduated from the Normal School last .Iune was asked one day to substitute in a higher grade than that for which she was trained. She was a little nervous over the temporary promotion and was anxious that everything should go off in the usual good order. While instruct- ing the class in Composition, she said, Now children, don't attempt any flights of fancy, don't try to reproduce things you have read, but just be yourselves and write what is really in you. As a result of this advice, one little boy turned in the following composition. I'm not going to attempt any flights of fancyg I'm just going to write whatfs in me. I've got a heart, a liver, two lungs and some other things like that, then I've got a stomach, and its got in it: a pickle, a piece of pie, two sticks of peppermint candy, and my dinner. -Gracc Loiivlcn. QQED TO THE SEA I love the endless rhythms of the sea, Now raging angrily, then gently sadg At times it seems to sing a song of glee, Of joy and merriment, of hearts made glad. Again its rolling waves chant mournful songs Of dreadful storms, of nights with terror filledg Imagining, I hear the drowned throngs, Although their voices are forever stilled. Secrets of centuries the sea doth hold, Beneath its green and everswelling waves- Of pirate ships gone down, with wealth untold, Of priceless chests with gold from ancient caves. Man won elsewhere, when man and nature met, But still the waves roll on, unconquered yet. -Joyce Turpin., Grade VIII.

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ssusnsfas-niuxunsuxnx-'LsninisnmnsninxusnLnuLnxnxsnxnxnininxnxaAsn T H E E A G L E Ip.. CAROL We journeyed to a city from hills far away, And in Bcthlehem's dwellings we wanted to stay. But houses were crowded, and inns were the same, And only a st.able would honour our name. And there 'neath the bright stars with cattle around, The little King Jesus. a baby was found. lVe knelt down beside him and kissed His sweet head, The hay was His pillow, the manger His bed. And out on the hillside where shepherds were still, A choir of the angels sang songs of goodwill. They told them to hasten to Bethlehem town, And seek for a King to give love, not a crown. -Grade V, 1930. 9443 GOLDEN TRUMPETS l saw some golden daffodils Upon a quiet hill- With gentle breezes blowing, Their petals never still. The trumpets have a frilly edge, All shining in the sun. The leaves are tall and graceful, And loved by everyone. -Urnrlc V, 1935. 9619 SHINING THINGS The rich men love their jewels, The merchants love their gold, But we love all the shining things That are never, never old. The little dazzling snowdrop, As white as silver leaves, And all the soft refiections The flowers gay receive. The pretty castle on the hill, All lit with lights so queer, And all the pretty glow worms And waterfalls we hear. -IJKIILJTIIVC Pearce Clarke, Grrule V. c-awe JAPAN QJUAPAN is a string of islands on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. It is a warm country, except for about two months when it is snowy and slushy. It has many mountains, one of which is bigger and more beautiful than the rest. Its name is Fugiyama. The dangers of Japan are earthquakes and volcanoes and the tidal waves which knock down houses and villages. The beauties in Japan are the cherry trees, chrysanthemums, crooked trees and crooked bridges and beautiful gardens. Two cities are Tokio and Yokohama. The old streets are very queer to us, for the stores are open to the street and are raised on a wooden platform. The inns are made of oiled paper stretched on little runners so the inn keeper may have as many rooms as he likes. For lights they have coloured lanterns with a hole in the top for the candle. In the narrow streets we see strange two-wheeled carts called jinrickshaws. They have two shafts, which men called jinrickshaw-men pull. They are dressed in trousers, shirts, wooden shoes for their feet, and coolie hats which look like soup plat.es. When they see us, they draw small cards, and the man who draws the longest card wins, and he takes us in his jinrickshaw. There are also many bicycles. They have signs which tell where one store ends and the next begins. The new modern streets are much like our own, with street cars, taxis, a.nd a few horses and wagons and electric lights. A Japanese lady wears a kimono with wide sleeves and a sash which is called an obi. She wears wooden clogs and carries a. paper parasol and fan. Her black hair is piled on the top of her head. She is small and has slanting black eyes and yellow skin. The men wear kimonos also. The children are dressed the same as their parents. The girls' hair is long to their shoulders and they have bangs. The country is very interesting. The farms are very small, as Japan is small and there are seventy million people. The rice is planted and is flooded. When it begins to show, the farmer and his wife and children wade through the mud and pick the rice. They transplant it farther apart. When it is ripe they cut it and hang it on racks to dry. Then they put it through a great comb. Then they eat it. The railway trains are very clean, and never late. When the people go in they take their shoes off in the aisle and squat down on the seats. When they want to go to sleep they rest their heads on the other person's head and fall asleep. The Japanese have very polite manners. When they speak to us they bow and talk very beautifully. Many brothers and sisters play with the babies strapped on their backs, and the poor things have to gaze up at the sun all day, so that is why many people are blind in Japan. Their food is rice, tea, soup, beans and raw fish. Buddha is one of their gods whom they pray to. When they think he doesn't answer their prayers they run to the temple and clash the bells, because they think he is asleep. They have beautiful temples. Their festivals are the Dolls' Festival and the Kite Festival. The Dolls' Festival is on the third day of the third month, and the Kite Festival is on the fifth day of the fifth month. The little girls get out their dolls and play with them on their festival, and the boys play with kites on their festival. On the boys' festival the father hangs out as many paper fish as he has sons. The tea leaves grow on bushes, and are picked by the coolies and dried in the sun and then are packed and sent away. The silkworm makes a lot of silk, and is fed on mulberry leaves. He is treated politely, and is called the Honourable Little Gentleman. The Japanese have birds called cormorants to do their fishing. They have rings around their necks, and when they see a fish they dive and catch it, but cannot swallow it because of the ring. -Illargnrct Anne Adler, Grade IV. owe MY PET TINY GJJTIINY is a mouse. I found him when he was only a tiny pink ball of fuzz. First of all, we fed him on bread dipped in milk. Then, when he grew older he would go under the table at meals and wait for his food there. Sometimes we Would feed him from a china doll's dish, but he still made a mess. A treat for Tiny is to give him some jam on bread and butter. At night Tiny sleeps in a little wooden box my cousin has made for him. One day Tiny was missing, and we hunted everywhere. He was finally found three days later, with a wife and three tiny little pink balls. They reminded me of him when I found him in the wood-shed. The three babies were in the very same place where I had found him. Now Tiny has many, many children and grandchildren. Tiny has a silky white coat and pink paws and ears. He has pretty, light blue eyes, and he is very fat and playful. -Margaret Raft, Grade VI. owe THE SPIRIT OF MUSIC JIJKQICHARD HARDHEART, middle-aged, bad-tempered, and intolerant, stamped testily down the wide front stairs of his son's home. From the drawing-room came the sweet notes of a violin. Marjorie, Richards granddaughter, was entertain- ing her mother's guests. She played remarkably well, but to her grandfathefs unappreciative ears, the beauty she brought forth from her instrument was only irritating. As he reached the bottom step, and a bell-like top note beautifully held issued from the violin, a sudden fit of uncontrollable fury overcame him. 0h! that violin-scratch, scratch, scratch on one's ears. I wish there were no music in this world.

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paw 20 .,..x..x..,..x..x..,,.,..,..x..,..,..,..,..,..,..x..,..x..,..,..,..,..,..,..x..,..x..031 T H E E A G LE Ig.. The following letters are supposed to have been written one hundred years ago. Actually they were written by Joan Macaw and Barbara Hamon, descendants of these men. Salter and Hollis, Halifax, N.S., June 25, 1336. My dear Haliburton, Congratulations on that last most expressive speech of yours, also on your sketches in the Nova Scotianf' My family and I enjoyed them so much, and hope to see them in a book some day. Have you heard any more about Howe's Railway Scheme? He is still trying to persuade the Government. to support him. Railway enthusiasm seems to be increasing. They tell me that the Albion Coal Company at Pictou is considering importing an engine from England to haul coal from the mines to the dock-rather an expensive project I should say. I also hear that there is a horse-drawn railway running from Richelieu to La Prairie, do you know of it? The new steam-sail supply ship arrived last week. Sir Colin Campbell said that the dispatches report that the King is ailing, after all he is quite old now. I suppose Princess Victoria will be Queen next, since Princess Charlotte is dead. Do you think a woman would be a satisfactory ruler? Queen Elizabeth and Queen Anne brought us prosperity, but would Victoria? Howe was elected to the Assembly yesterday, He made a rather good speechg declared that the English Parliament couldn't understand Canadian affairs, and so shouldn't rule Canada. I think he is crazy. How can a set of uneducated backwoods-men know enough to rule their country? I suppose that now he is elected he will try to pass his Twelve Resolutions. Of course Parliament will not accept them, although they have some sensible suggestions. I must close my letter as the stage coach will leave in half an hour. Hoping you will excuse my incoherence, I remain, Yours sincerely, Maalchi Salter. PS. The Governor has suggested that I call my home 'A House of St. Andrews because of the diagonal cross on the door. NVhat do you think of this suggestion? Names for houses are becoming the fashion now, you know. M. S. Clifton, Windsor, NS., .Iuly 4, 1836. My dear Salter, Thank you so much for your congratulatory letter. I am so glad your family enjoyed my sketches in the Nova Scotianf' I have had so many exacting criticisms thatfwcll, here is an excerpt.- I read one of your sketches in the 'Nova Scotian' and am astounded at your appalling judgment. You will entirely corrupt the keen intellect of our Canadian youth, and I hope you will abstain from further expression of your views .... etc. I am forced to believe someone disagrees with me. I do not think Howc's railroad scheme will come to much, as it is too expensive, and Parliament is rather pressed for money at present. I had a letter from a friend in Quebec who told me of the following incident which happened on the little horse-railway running from Richelieu to the St. Lawrence. He says, HI got on the railway at La Prairie: we jolted along at the tremendous speed of seven miles per hour. The road is very hilly, and we had to walk up the hills as it was too hard on the horses to make them pull us. As hills occurred often, we walked most of the way. lYhen we at last arrived, I felt for my brief-case, which I had put under the seat, and all I felt was space. A board had dropped out of the floor and my case was gone. Is that the kind of railroad Howe is advocating? I was talking to one of the directors in charge of t.he Albion Mines, Pictou, and he says they have decided to have a railroad from the mines to the harbour, The engine is to be run by steam. Quite an improvement, eh? But will it work? Howe made a fine speech at thc Opening of Parliament last week, didn't hc? Too had he was on the side of Responsible Government. I wonder if parliament will pass his 'fTwelve Resolutions. If they do, he will send them to England, and that will be unfortunate. The one about education is reasonable, but the rest are not. Responsible Government is only for an independent country like the U.S.A.g if this country had it, we should soon be at cross purposes with Great Britain and that would mean-Revolution! Responsible Government is Responsible Nonsense. I heard your wife, Susannah, was going to Boston on Captain Mulbery's ship the t'Abergail I hope she has a pleasant time. Would it be too much trouble for her to get my wife twenty yards of crimson broadcloth and some gold braid, as it can be obtained more cheaply there? I think House of St. Andrews is a very appropriate name. Sir Colin Campbell is certainly to be congratulated on his choice. You know he suggested Clifton, the name of my home. It is very sad to think of King William dying, but I believe Princess Victoria will make a very good queen. Give my kind regards to your family, Sincerely yours, Thomas Chandler Haliburton. CD56 OVERHEARD IN THE LIBRARY CAn. Early Victorian opinion. of modern stylesj QDF ALL the rooms in the School, the Library, situated on the first floor in the East wing, is the most pleasant. It is an ideal place in which to write a story, all you have to do is to sit still and let your imagination work, and then you can hear many things. One day as I sat in the Library, I thought I heard the following conversation between some of the people in the picture of The Court at St. James' Palace, on the west wall, and Archbishop Strir1ger's picture over the Hreplace. Cozuitess of Spencer: My dear, I think that one of these days I shall faint with horror and fall right out of the picture. Lady Augusta Stum't.' I quite agree with you, those atro- cious costumes the girls are Wearing. Just see! Their skirts don't even reach their knees! They have cut their hair! They aren't fit to be seen in public, yet they go about as if it were quite natural. Duchess of llIrm.cl1esLcr.' Times have changed! VVhy, at fifteen we would no more have thought of wearing short skirts and bobbed hair than we should have thought of riding astride. It's so undignifiedf' Lady Augusta Stuczrt Yes, and the way they speak. They are so impolite, and they never have the decency to curtsey to their elders-they simply standf, ffounless of Spencer: Outrageous! And did you see that girl in here todav in pants? .'ll'!'llb'l!Sll01J Stringer: But my dear ladies, times have changed. These girls are as much up-to-date and act with as much propriety for their times, as you did in yours. C'nu.ntess QfS1JPlLCE7'.' Maybe so, Your Grace, but I think that if Her Majesty were not looking at the Marchioness of Carmarthen and that if she saw them, she would send them at once to a Reformatoryf' IJILNPFSS of rwrmchestcr: Disgraceful! .-lrclzbishop SLr'z'ngcr: Ladies! Ladies! Please remember this is 1936 not 1836. Styles have changed. Lady Augusln Stuart: Just the same, I don't approve! This beautiful room is absolutely spoilt by these new ideas. It's dignified air is stolen away. It's infamous, infamous! Prince Consort: Ladies, we are past and goneg the King of England approves: it is not for us to object. -Joan .'l1'acf1u', Grade IX.