Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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On Reading How thankful we should be for poetry — good poetry. By good po- etry I mean thoughts and facts that raise us to a higher level, that give us a finer outlook or a clearer vision ; that which stimulates desire for something nobler. What better re- creation than to pursue beautiful trains of thought poetically expres- sed? They seem to draw out our souls, ever inspiring them to some far-distant height; while steeped in some entrancing theme we seem al- most to have attained that long hop- ed for goal. We could imagine our- selves exalted in pure eternal bright- ness. Below us the trivialities of the materialistic world become al- most obliterated. We then realize the smoldering embers of divinity in every human soul — high on those lofty summits, revelling in sublime ideals — When up on the hilltops of beauty and light, My soul like a lark in the ether takes flight. And the white gate of heaven shines brighter and nearer, And the song of the spirit grows sweeter and clearer. The wealth of such moments of peace and tranquility is immeasur- able, when we discover ourselves once more plodding wearily up the slope — up, up, and ever up, endea- voring to catch some glimpse of that light of which we so recently imagined ourselves in full view. When we contemplate the full value of poetry to the world in general — the hope it awakens, the faith and courage it kindles, the vast fields of beauty it di-scloses, the truths and truisms it casts like gems from Hea- ven itself — we should be infinitely grateful for the advantages it af- fords, and show appreciation of this most accessible source af happiness. HELEN HOME, Form V.

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18 The Branksome Slogan A Story With Many Names l yg lN a bright MAY day, a DEACON sets out with jiyjf his two SONS, DAV- ID and WILL, and his wife, in her new STAR- I Kar, which has recently- been re-tired with DUNLOP (s). They are going to visit the AB- BOT, an AULD man who is suf- fering with BURNS . On their way they see a helipless little LAMBE and PIDGEON, which a TEDMAN is trying to STEELE. Wishing to PLAY- FAIR, the DEACON tells his wife to PARKER car while he goes to see WATT can be done. At the sight of him, the TED- MAN WITHERS away to the LEE side of the OAK and the DEACON NEALE (s) down beside the LAMBE, who seems to have been BEATON, Knowing not how to COPE with the matter and full of ANGER for such cruelty, he takes the LAMBE GENT- LE (y) INNES arms and de- cides to GO-RING the bell of the house nearby and see WATT GOODFELLOW OWEN (s) the animal. This is the HOME for aged PARSONS and they take him into a room where a pot of tea is BREWIN (g). After the LAMBE has EATON some CAMPBELL ' S soup they fed her, the DEACON is BOYD up with hope and leaves with instruc- tions to visit .the BARBER as the animal ' s wool is all matted. He asks the BARBER to SHAVER, but the MASON, who is ahead of him, lays the DAR- LING on the EASTCOTT and covers it with HAYE. Finall ' y, when the LAMBE is properly trimmed, the DEACOIN has a TAIT a tete with the MAR- SHALL and asks him if he will PAYNTER a STEELE - GRAY and TRAINER for the circus. The MARSHALL says he will GRANT this request on one condition — that HEES paid at once. So the DEACON goes to his friend the TAYLOR to get his NICKLE changed and pays the man in full. His troubles at an end, the DEA- CON returns to his family and re- sumes his journey once MOORE to the ABBOT ' S place, near the BANKS of the ERASER River. The BARBER and one of the PARSONS. A whispering sound is heard among the trees, — A soft, low whiir to coo! the stifling air ; Almost an answer to our half- breathed prayer That evening from the heat would bring release. Increasing, though it is no longer breeze But wind, too thoughtless now to care For Nature ' s loveliness, and with a tear And joyous shriek, we watch it seize And rip the branches from their trunks with glee. It stirs up foam and spindrift on the waves, And, though it breaks the calm of eve, for me Somehow, my rushing, troubled thoughts it saves From great unrest, and discontent it stills. Can wind make us forget life ' s petty ills? NANCY WILSON, Form II.

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Seniors I am well aware that I am the nimblest persoii gnoing. Elda MacFarland — a Mfh-former, from Toronto. A day girl and an lall-round sporit. Her favorite pas- time is ' g ym. and discussing the mysteries of algebra with Miss G. She does her bit for the School as an art contributor to the Slogan, and a highly satisfactory score- keeper at matches. May the best of luck folol w Elda in her career at Varsity. She ruminates with sober thought, On all she ' s said and heard and wrought. Betty Piersal — a day girl, who has been wit)h us since first form, and who maintains a high standing on her subjects. A fifth-former and a senior with excellent school spirit. We expect great things of Betty in her coming years at Varsity. She has wit, and song, and sense, Mirth, and siport, and eloquence. Katharine Scott, of Toronto — A senior and captain of the second •bas- ketball team, treasurer of fifth form — secretary of Beta Kappa, and a patriotic guide. Kay is the school ' s budding poetess, ' having won the poetry prize. She also is an actress of no mean repute, and it is well known that she finds more delig ' ht in dramatics than in mathematics ! Best luck and wishes, Kay, when you join the milk-maids at Mac- donald ! For nature made her what she is. And ne ' er m ' ade sic ' anither. Ruth Gray — a Torontonian — On the second iDasketball team and one of our best guides. Conscientious in work and play. Unequalled in school spirit. Best luck, Ruth, in your M. E. S. career.