Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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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T 1 1 !•; I ' , l; A K SO M K S l () (; A It w;is ;i hciiiil ll ' iil .July day, and llic lilUc inli-t ol ' tin- Atlanti ; Ocean was as blue as llic sky. It was dotti ' d. too. with littl ; foam- tipped waves wfiich rescrnbled the fleeey clouds ov(;rhead. From amonu Hh ' l uslirs on the shore of the inlet glided a frraceful red canoe, ( ' (uitainiim a younji ' man in white flannels and a yount? t irl in a white middy suit. She was very beautiful, and the early morniniz ' snn made her hair glisten like spun gold. It also caused something else to listen that juoi-ning. On the girl ' s left hand was a beautiful diamunrl ring which sparkled and gleamed like a tiny sun. They paddled about for almost an houi-, thi- girl ' dly leaning back among the cushions, dip])ing her hands in the cool salt water, when tlie tinkle of a bell brought them out of their reveries and caused them to hurry back to the shore. While drying her hands after leaving the canoe, the girl sud- denly uttered an exclamation of surprise, causing the young man to turn from haul ' ng up the canoe on the dock. Why, Marjorie, whatever is the matter. ' You look as if you had lost your best friend. So I have, she held out her hand. Look. Kobert, my ring is gone — oh, whates ' er shall I do ' she wailed. I ' m afraid there ' s nothing we can do now because we don t know where to look for it. It must have come otf when yon dipped your hands in the water. Oh, dear, I feel so badh% I could just sit down and cry my eyes out, said Marjorie. Oh. please don ' t do that, ] [ar. Come up to the cottage,, and get your breakfast, and then you ' ll feel better, ' pleaded Robert. No, I won ' t ever feel better, I know, she said mournfully, as she led the way up to the cottage along a winding path. Hurry up, called her mother from the verandah. Fve got a surprise for you. I ' ve got a surprise for yon, Marjorie replied. I ' ve lost my engagement ring in the water, and I don ' t know what to do about it. ' ' By the time she had finished her explanation they were all seated around the breakfast table, at one end of which lay a beautiful, broiled and parsley-bedecked blue fish. Oh, mother! what a lovely surpr ' se ! When was it (•aught. ' said MarjoT ' ie.