Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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 II E B R A N K S 0 I r E S L 0 CJ A N 21 ' I ' lu ' l)()y.s went to the wharf and back this iiioi ' iiin ' trying ' the new ear. and whiU ' they were thoi ' e some man bi ' ontjht it in, antl they hon,uht it. It lias only been ont of the water about three- ([narters of an hour, said her mothei-, as she began to serve it. With appetites whetted by the fresh moining air, they began eagerly to enjoy the first of the season ' s greatest delicacies. Oh, what do you think I bit on? cried Marjorie suddenly. AVhat? cried everyone, your ring? ' ' No — a fish-bone. ' ' CATHARINE LANGDON. At the last meeting of the Y. W. C. A. in June, just before school closed, the girls who were then leaving voted to take up a definite branch of work. It was unanimously decided to pay for the support of a little orphan girl in India. The name of our little charge is Anusaya, and she was born on the 26th of May, 1913, so is only six months old. At present she is in the Babies ' Home at Nasik, but when she is old enough she will be sent to school in Manmad, where the other little Branksome orphans, that the Y. W. C. A. supports, are living. Aliss Harve.v is in charge of the home at Nasik, and any of the girls Avishing to write her about our baby or to send any presents ma.v do so b.y writing to the following address : Miss Harvey, Babies ' Home, Nasik, Bombay Presidency, India. Subscriptions for the support of Anxisaya should be sent before January 1st, 191-1, to Grace Greer, 99 York Street, London. To her support all the old girls of the Y. W. C. A. are asked to contribute. GRACE GREER. Vice-President Y. W. C. A. and Representative of the Old Girls.