Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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 II K i; i; A , K so M K S LO(; A X ?6ranhsom£ ?8 lls ' The hells of which I ;iin iilxjiil I i speak are not Ihe fair Brarik- soiiie belles which (-(Jine and j o in our iialls, hut the Braiiksome hells whieh are always with us. Thi ' V are one of the most impor- tant factors in our life here. They call vis to work and to play, to meals and to bed ; sortie we obey cheerfully, others reluctantly, hut all i)i ' oniptly of course. The most imjjortant bell in Brank- some is the Rising ' Bell. It is of quite a different order from those that rinjj- so fi-equently during the rest of the day. It is rung l)y hand, not by electricity, and belongs to the ancient order of bells. Its work once done, it rests in calm dign ' ty at the end of the hall until six-forty-five the next morning. Occasionally it leaves its superior jxisition to come to the rescue of its fellow- workers, the electric l)ells. when they are exhau ' ted and refuse to work. The Rising Bell is perhaps the least welcome sound we hear in the eourse of the day. Before the dawn, when it seems to us indeed that night has just begun, it arouses us, that is, most of us, from our slumbers and calls us back from dreamland to the stern realities of our daily existence. This bell is followed by one of quite a different character, one miieh more welcome to our ears, the Breakfast Bell. which has just one fault. It always seems to ring a little too soon, and is invariably greeted with loud cries of surprise. The next bell is also a welcome one, for it summons us to the morning walk, and who is there that does not enjoy a brisk walk in the morning air with plenty of good company and so many interesting things to see? At nine o ' clock the bells ring to call us to classes and study; and from that time onward, at half-hour intervals throughout the day. the halls resound Avith bells until nine-thirty p.m, when Silence claims her evening reign — sometimes. There is cue bell, however, which some time may break the silence of the night and strike terror to our hearts, and that is the Fire Bell. When all is quiet save for the gentle snoring of a dear room-mate or the nibbling of some mouse in the waste-paper basket, the Fire Bell will sound forth its loud alarm. Every one will be aroiised at once and will ask in feai ' , Is the building on fire? and as soon as the way for escape is known we Avill rush to safety, to find that it is not a fire but a fire drill. May that not occiu ' in our time !