Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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T II I ' ] 1 U A X K S () M K S 1. () (i A X 2!) TluTc jii ' c two otiu ' i ' lu ' Hs vhiis( souiuls h: ai ' (i i ' retiueiitly ill dui ' halls, Ili( tclcphi 111 ' luid llic ciooi- hell: of llie first of tlu ' si ' , till ' tek ' plmi:! ' . I will not spt ak. b ' ar all ie)uai ' ks on that subject I let ' er you to llu ' (.th ' ce, whm ' e I kiiDW you will -et an eloquent di-coui ' se on the bell which so fie!|uentl ' dislui ' bs it-i peace with Saturday invitations, etc. The door bell has great interest for us at certain times during ' the week. On Wednesday afternoon it amiounces our callers, and each time it rings it causes a thriil of excitement througlriut the stud.v, as each girl thinlcs That nia.v be a caller for me. On Satui ' day at noon it announces our friends who have eallerl to take us out for the afternoon, or perhaps for ths week-end. This same bell also announces the faithful postman three times a da,v. I know from old Branksomites that these sounds all bring back glad numiories. Sometimes we gi ' ow tired of the constant ringing, bringing to us the constant reminder of some duty to be dine: but after all among the true Friends Avho are heiping us to do our work, and to form habits of promptness, we must surely count with iiratitmU ' — tlie Rranksome Bells. HELEN JUNOR. A for Alleen, the studious one, h:) to take her matiic in one year h;,s begun. B is for Billy from whom we may learn That she lives on the coinei ' w h. e Kingston cr.i ' s turn. V is for Crushes ; of these thei ' e are many, And flowers for them cost more thnn a penn.v. I) is for Doroth -, a president she, In her society nothing is free. li for the Education we receive here at school, It ' s all for our good though at times it seems cruel. y for the Friends who here are enrolled, They appear on the scene when crushes grow cold. (r is for Crace. a prefect this .vear; When we are lonely she brings us good cheer.

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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 !

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T 1 1 K H l{ A X K S () .M K S l O (; A II For llii ' lliilis; llicy ciiiild |c|| )ii;in ;i sloi ' V. If lllry ()nl ' cdiild s|»c;il , llioc i yc , ' ii c woiilfl he sorry. I ' s IriiiM, who ' s iiijiijc ii|) ;i ni ' W rc iihil ioji, Xcvi ' f to k ' ss on occjisioti . J is I ' of .lc;iii. riinrc oflrii cjillcil l o(ics, Over hfisk ' i ' lliiill liriiisc- she iiHits ilrcp irroiiiis, K is for Kiddo, willi -()i:c lik ' i ' ;i lark, Wliosc niclcdi ' .iis iioi-i s iiiaki ' pci.plc sn ' . Ibirk!! j for Louise, an industrious riuiid, Who fidiii her s:ho;)l work has never yet strayed. M foi ' till ' .Mai ' joi ic who has fuzzy hair, Wh ' ch gives hci ' a very ori jintd aii-. N for ' the Noises heard after lights, Often distnrbinti ' the peace of our nights. O for the Office where teachers assemble; And when we go in we always do tremble. P is for Phyllis, a pianist she. Who rattles the keys like Paderewski. Q foi ' the Questions asked by the curiou-- : lany are they, and some make us fur ' ous. R for the Rules that we faithfully keep. Excepting ' when some of us talk in our sleep. S is for Sybil, a Yankee is she, Who longs for her mother and the Etats-Unis. T for the Teachers whom we all adore, (AA ' e ' re sure this hss often been thought of before). U for Untidy marks seldom seen here, But when they do come they bring many a tear. V for the Vigor we put in our games, Not minding the laioeks, bumps and various pa ' ns. W stands for the Walks that each morning we take, You should see us hurry the days we are late! X for the Exits we make from the Hall, On Saturday mornings whrn friends for us call. Y for the Years which at Branksome we spend, We all will be sad when they come to an end. Z IS for Zambuk, whose right name is Zybach, Who to her practice does faithfully fly back. ALIXE DA(KI and DOROTHY ADA rS.