Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 23 THE DAY GIRLS OF FORM III, ' 08. Seven little Branksomites, Full of wicked tricks; One of them got married, Which left only six. Six little Branksomites, After learning strive, But one took a big lunch box To Halls — and now there ' s five. Five little Branksomites, Feeling rather sore. One joined the Alpha Phis, And now there ' s only four. Four little Branksomites, A gay quartette would be, But one of them rides in a Hupmobile, Which leaves exactly three. Three little Branksomites, But, if what we hear is true, One stopped off in Lindsay To shop (?) — so now there ' s two. Two little Branksomites Having lots of fun, One became a demonstrator, So now there ' s only one. One little Branksomite, Left all alone. They made her Editor-in-Chief of the Branksoirie Slogan, and she can ' t even think of a rhyme to finish this sad ditty. Epilogue — And now of all these Branksomites, Who once went to our Hall, And there learned many wondrous things, We can find no trace at all. J. A. M.

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22 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN Then I thought, with relief, that at least I would not have the dishes to wash, but what was my surprise when the lady entered, and said in explanation: You see. Miss, my sister came up to- day, and as she had tickets for the show this evening it seemed a pity to waste them. Besides, she added, half defiantly, ' ' No one is compelled to work on a holiday. But, I interposed. She interrupted me airily, and went on, You owe me a couple of dollars, and I ' d be much obliged if you ' d pay me, for I thought as how we ' d like a little supper afterwards. Too astonished to speak, I brought her the money and watched her and her companion strut off. I determined then to wash the dishes, slammed and locked the door, and began to consider myself a martyr. Mechanically I went about my work, cleaning more dishes of all sizes, and cut glass than I ever thought we possessed. Then, as I looked down at my soiled apron and thought of Mrs. Martin sitting compla- cently in the velvet seats of some theatre, thoroughly enjoying herself, I sank down with a little sob on a pile of wet tea-towels and ended my New Year ' s Day with lamentations. ISOBEL BRYCE. LIGHT AND SHADE. Oh, maiden of sorrows, of sighs, and of tears, Thy grief draweth pity, thy pathos endears; But when thou approacheth, all light becomes shade. Dark clouds loom above us, the fair flowers fade. Oh, maiden of gladness, of joy, and of mirth, The great planet Jupiter shone at thy birth; And though some see only thy frivolous mind, This world would be better with more of thy kind. MABELLE MARLING.

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24 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN I ' tstnm Wnnt (BnutU Wtan. La montagne, contre laquelle notre nuage alia se heurter etait terriblement froide. J ' etais iin atome de vapeur, et a ce contact je sentis frissonner tout mon petit corps. Je savais que je possedais des qualites de liquefaction, mais maintenant que ce changement se faisait en moi si soudainement, je ne pouvais m ' empecher de laisser tomber plusieurs grosses larmes. Bientot, je me trouvais entoure de beaucoup de mes amis, dans une petite riviere qui coulait au pied de la montagne-. La, nous passames quelques jours charmants, jouant gaiment avec les rayons du soleil qui venaient se mirer dans notre eau claire. II faisait un temps superbe, et les journees semblaient etre des minutes, mais pen a peu je remarquai que tons mes amis, dispar- aissaient, et que j ' etais presque seul. Cela me rendait triste et solitaire, et lorsque je voulais pleurer, je ne pouvais pas, parce qu ' un petit rayon avait vole mon coeur et mes larmes. Quelques semaines apres, nous entendimes des hommes se disputer et se tuer entre eux. Je crois qu ' on appelle tout cela la guerre, que les hommes veulent pour I ' honneur de leur patrie. Certainement, je prefererais la vie de mes freres a I ' honneur de la patrie, si j ' etais homme, mais une petite goutte d ' eau ne pent guere comprendre les actions humaines. Je sais seulement que quelquefois notre riviere fut terriblement souillee de rouge. Un jour deux soldats vinrent pres de moi et parlerent d ' une grande victoire, mais ils parlaient a voix basse, pour ne pas troubler dans leur repos tons les blesses qui les entouraient; et pendant que je me demandais ce que c ' etait qu ' une victoire, on me prit avec plusieurs de mes compagnons pour refraichir les levres fievreuses d ' un soldat mourant. Ma misision sur la terre etait accomplie, j ' avals; apporte un bienfait ; et un rayon de soleil me remporta au ciel. MABELLE MARLING.