Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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T 1 1 !■; i; i; , x k s o : i i-; s i. o c , x Jlniu-i nf an (Ortnbrr Dan. It was a hcaul ' fill OcIoIm-i- llial we { h, ' ;.sc i ' ov our rn )t! r lidi ' lo Barrif, a day wlii-ii tlic yrcal dome of blue sky was cloud- less, and in the air was that deli litfid i)imyent odor of fore-t fires. How we did enjoy the ride in the fresh mornin air — up north YoDge Street, thi ' .iimh sleepy little vilhiges. lu one place Ave Aveie annised to see a cow being- led aion ' on the sidewalk. Oh! how gl;id I was lhat 1 was not a pedestrian tlu ' re. Farther on in a peaeeful little graveyard we saw a large family washing hnng out to dry. ()n the farms great yellow pumpkins were ripening in the sun. and in the farmyards strutted fine turkeys, ideal for roasting for Thanksgiving dinnei-. Our first stop was at the little toll-gate at Hi-adford, a relic of by-gone days, but still extracting a toll from all who pass through. We inquired of the old gate-keeper as to the best hotel for a dinner. He directed us to the Queen ' s. saying it was a very good hotel. In fact. hi- added, I ' ve stayed there my.-e!f. On hearing this v ;nderiul re: ' onunendation we decided to try it. It proved rather old and a tiitie uisty, but adequate to satisfy the wants of the inner man. At peace with the world, we once more started on i ur way, up and down long billowy hills. In each valley there nestled a V llage and when we approached one of thase v. ' e besame aware of some excitement. ;-i;d s.) stopi)pd to ascertain the cause of it. Evervcne was gaping after a iniitorcycie. on which was a you.ng man. with a gii-l in the basket chair beside him. In the centi-e of a knot of people was a c;)untry gig harnessed to a forlorn-look- ing h;)rse. Someone was helping an old man and woman into the wagnn, and a man of our party v alked over to ' nquire the cause of the excitement. He came back with a smile on his face. It ' s an elopement. he said, and hei- father and mother are going to give chase. And sure enough, the old horse ambled out into the road with the fai-mer jigging at the I ' eins and trying- t,) urge him to a trot. Poor old couple, we murmured, and yet deep down in my heart I felt a secret sympathy for that up-to-date young Lochinvar. ' We foinid the small town of Bai ' rie sufficiently interesting to while away a cnujile of hours thei ' e. It possesses an ice ci ' eam parlor which we younger members of the party found ve)-y attractive. It was aftei- sundown when we started home, but it was not dark, for the big, roinid moon mad the road bi-ight and clear befoi ' e us. We wei ' e gliding smoothly along ami someone started

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THE HKAi KS()I rE SL()(iAN 23 WMtclriiii ' the otliors. Suddenly her smiles tufiied to tears, for she saw a lar •er teddy-bear than her own. Nothing ' wonld comfoi ' t the little iiii ' l till we told her that her Tcnhly was m A moi ' e intelli- Si ' i ' iit lookin.ii ' . Even if she did not know what that meant, it sounded nice anyway. Quite happy a ■ain she fell asleep in the big arm- ehair, peacefully sucking her thumb. No one disturbed her till supper-time, and then she was taken down the long passage to the gii-ls sitting-room, where a lovely surprise awaited all. Four long low tables, decorated with streamers of ivy leaves, foi ' med a cross ' n the centre of the room. The bii ' thday cake at the head, with its chocolate icing and Y. W. C. A. written in pink lettering, was so lovely Betty said it was awful to cut it, yet she seemed to enjoy her sh-ire. Each Baby was given a dish of ice eream. all pink and white and yellow, and a piece of the very stickiest candy. After supper Betty received a lovely doll with a wobbly hccHl for being the best baby, and thus ended a very l)leasant evening. GRACE PONTON. HEART CULTURE. Breathes there a girl with soul so dead, AYho never to herself hath said, This is my own, my latest ' crush ' ' ; AYhnse heart hath ne ' er within her burned, As t ' wards her crush ' ' her eves have turned: If such there he. gf). mark her well. For her, no tlorist ' s bill doth swell; TTigh though her standing, wide her fame. Boundless her marks, as wish can claim. Despite her honors, brain and pelf. The wretch, concentred all in self. At s?hr,ol shall mi=s the looks that thrill. The kiss that makes the heart stand still, And when from school she does depart. She ' ll wish she ' d eult ' vated heart. : lARaARET WALTON and DELPHINE BT RR.

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T 1 r JO B R A N K S 0 M E S L 0 (J A X to sing, Wheii you come to tlie end of a perfect day, when bang! a tire went flat. We all got out, feeling a little jarred by this interruption to our enjoyment ; hut someone discovered m deserted- looking liouse just baelv on the road. Exploring was suggested to occupy us while the tire was being mended, so three of ns went tremblingly up the little grassy pfith. ' i ' he front door was boarded up and through a broken window we saw nothing, in the moon- light, but a small square room. One courageouvS lady suggested Wciilving around to the back. Personally I was just a wee bit frightened. The moonlight made the path as bright as day. but the shadows were so very, very black. However, we followed the path around the house and once more peeped through a Avindow. Suddenly s(mieone clutched my arm. Look, she said, look, and I looked, and saw what made me stifil ' with fear — the glowing red bowl of a man ' s pipe. Well, we didn ' t sci ' cam, but we fairly flew around to the motor again. Not for anything Avould we have told those cold, unsympathetic men-folk what we had seen. They might have laughed at us, and, likely as not, they would go off and explore for themselves, leaving iis to the tender mercies of any wild beasts that might be prowling around. But the brave lady made the remark, in a very quavering voice, that It w-was really a v-very nice night, wasn ' t it ' ? Then we all climbed into the motor and clutched one another very tightly indeed. When we had started again, Avhen gradually the soft pink glow in the south- ern sky became in reality the electric lights of Toronto, our grasp on each other relaxed, for after all, we decided that, while that man ' s pipe had certainly not been a trick of the imagination, still it was just possible that it might have been a ti ' iek of the foxy old moon. DORA O. THOMPSON.