Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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1(3 THE BEANKSOME SLOGAN. Lloyd, rancher, and departed, to take her share in building up that country whose prosperity has amply justified the boldness of lier sons, in love, as well as in war. H. C. B. OUR CHEERFUL PRINCIPAL. ODE TO OUR PRINCIPAL She is a phantom of delight When first she gleams upon our sight, A lovely apparition eent To be our daily ornament. Her eyes as sLars of twilight fair. Like sunlight is her golden hair; And all the girls about her crowd At sohooltime with their clamors loud. And, oh I she has an image gay. To haunt, to startle, and waylay! — E. M. AND 11 M

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THE BEANKSOME SLOGAX. 15 the town towards his ranch, deep in consideration of ways and means. Before he reached home he had formed his plan of cam- paign, and, after a few hours ' sleep, set at once about putting it into execution. Meanwhile Simons also had made h is plans. When the town awakened on the following morning, he hastened his steps towards the grand emporium. ' ' There he paused a moment to feast his eyes upon the gorgeous lavender and yellow creation in the window. He entered the shop and purchased it. His satisfaction was intense. What ladvantage could Harry possibly gain over him now ? , ,eally, Harry was absurdly slow. He decided to spend the eveni ? practising on the cornet, with which he intended to sereiiad Her. He wo ld play such polo and per- form such feats gi ndino wlien she was%mong the audience as had never been seen in the country before. In short, he felt that he defied her to M ithstand his charms and he passed the days pending the arrival of the steamer in a state of confident anticipation. . Nearly two weeks passed before the river was clear. Then, sud- denly, one morning the great bell in the Fort clanged loudly. The boat! the boat ' s coming ! echoed across the little town; and man, woman land child ropped their work land ran to the dock to hail the arrival of th6 steamer of tlie year. . Simons was prepared. The boat was still a quarter of a j lC; distant when he reached the dock, panting in his haste, but clad ' in his best suit of clothes, the famous necktie which was carefully tied about his throat visible many, many yards away. He struck a graceful attitude as the steamer drew near and scanned anxiousl} the faces clustered ■ about the bow. He recognized Mrs. Carruthers and lier children, but elsewhere he saw only men, men, men. The gangplank was barely lowered before he had darted up on to the deck. He had set his heart upon being the one to help her ashore. Suddenly he gave a great sigh of relief, and then stopped short. Walking slowly along the deck from the stern of the boat caine a man and a woman. The woman was no longer in her first youth — her face showed signs of trouble and care, but these served rather to accentu- ate her sweet and gentle expression. The man was Harry Lloyd I Hello, Simons! he hailed, catching sight of him; ' come here a minute. Miss Moore would like to meet you. I took supplies, rode up to Mil wood and have been on board here for nearly a week ! Mrs. Carruthers bewailed her unlucky star, but submitted grace- fully. A month later, in her house. Miss Moore married Henry

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THE BRATOSOME SLOGA s . 17 BERMUDA BY MARJORIE H. HENRY. I know not what heaven ' s joy may be, ' Not what its royal sports; But here I rest in what to me Is one of heaven ' s fair courts. Perhaps the greatest charm of life in Bermuda is the almost entire absence of anything which annoys or makes afraid. All the hurry and worry of a strenuous life, all the wear and tear of forum and mart are comparatively unknown, especially to tourists and occasional residents who seek a genial clime amid restful surroundings. The Bermudas are beautiful for situation, lying in the N orth Atlantic about 800 miles due isouth from Halifax, I .S., and 701 miles south-east from New York, and the voyage is usually made, weather permitting, in forty-eight hours. Leaving ISTew York at ten, Wednesday morning, you are due to arrive in Bermuda at noon on Friday. Sometimes, during the winter months, the weather is so rough that you do not land for nearly two days after, but that very seldom occurs. On the Friday morning you will be awakened by a great stir and bustle aboard, and turning on the light 3 ou will find it is only four o ' clock. At last your curiosity gets the better of you, and you scramble into your clothes and go up on deck. There you will find all the passengers who are not too lazy lying in their deck chairs, waiting for the sun to rise. I myself thought them very foolish to get up so early just to see the sun rise, so I prepared myself for another little nap in my deck chair. Hardly had I settled myself when I heard, Oh, isn ' t it beautiful ! and my look up resulted in my rushing to the railing to witness one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen or ever hope to see again. The ocean was as calm as a large pond, and over in the east the sun was just appearing like a red ball. It shed its blazing rays on the waters and turned them into fire. As it rose higher, coming as it were out of the deep blue sea, you saw the Bermuda Islands in the distance, just a little speck of land away out in the ocean. Presently, as the sun shone out in all its glory, you could distinguish little white dots all over the islands, which we were told were houses. At ten o ' clock the pilot came aboard, and at noon we ran up into Hamilton Harbor and found ourselves among islands that all the writing in the world could not describe.