Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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24 The Branksome Slogan structure is built to shelter the horses and cattle from stormy winds. Also in the heat of the day when the animals are bothered by the biting flies that buzz around them continually, they slowly make their way to the old shed where the sun cannot beat upon their backs and where the horse-flies do not come around them in such countless numbers. Com- ing to this shed at the right time of day, one may see in the far corner Sukey, the old black and white cow, lying down and swishing her tail lazily and chew- ing her cud while she day-dreams pleas- antly without a care in the world. Stand- ing around her or lying near her are five or six of the other cows, their ears droop- ing and their eyes half closed. The other half of the shed is occupied by the horses with their shaggy manes rumpled and their heads resting on the necks of the other horses. But the most beautiful time of all on the old ranch is in the evening. As the sun sets, the horizon becomes gradually more pink and finally is suflfused with a wonderful red glow, shining through the ancient evergreen trees until it rests on the rippling flow of water known as Pirmez Creek, which becomes a beauti- ful, sparkling dispaly of rubies, singing its song gaily as it babbles on its way. In the pastures near by, the tinKle, tinkle of the cow-bells can be heard as the cattle nibble at the fresh green blades of grass, covered with sparkling drops of dew. On the other side of the stream the glossy coats of pretty, well-groomed ponies can be seen shining as the glow of the western sky rests on them and as the ponies nibble gently at whatever may come in their way. In the distance, the weird, far-off calls of the coyotes can be heard faintly. On returning to the Ranch House you come upon, the old hired man, sitting comfortably on an old apple box beside the garage door. He, too, is happy and smokes his pipe thoughtfully. The whole atmosphere seems to be filled with a pleasant peacefulness and happiness which makes life on the old Ranch seem beautiful despite all hard- ships. RUTH CARLYLE. Life on the Ocean Wave I ' m going to sail over the seas. In a ship that will weather the breeze, We ' ll sail to many a distant sand. And when we return you ' ll see us land. From our cargo of wonderful merchan- dise, We ' ll give you all marvels that you will prize, There ' ll be toys for the children, books for the old, Valuable presents we ought to have sold. There ' ll be barrels of cocoanuts, plucked ' from Ape4sle, And turbans from India marked for they ' re style. They ' ll be pigtails from China and gowns from Japan, Some pies, several cakes and a ginger- bread man. There ' ll be Indians ' feathers from Can- ada ' s coast. Of grapefruits from Cuba you ' ll find we ei ' .n boast, There ' ll be silks, furs and muslins from islands we ' ll see And lots of rich buns that well eat for our tea. As you watch us arrive, our ship heavy- laden. You ' ll see that the bow is adorned with a maiden, Her hair will blow out in the wind far and wide. And I will be standing up close by her side. C. P. BULL.

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26 The Branksome Si ogan Crazy Rhythm — A Play Scene: — The living-room of Mrs. Melody-Jazz. Ten or twelve ladies and gentlemen are grouped around the room, some arc playing bridge, others are talking. A young man comes walking briskly into the room, looks around pleasantly — Gay Youth — How do you do, every- body. How do you do? Chorus — Clap hands — here comes Charlie — (they clap). Mrs. Melody-Jazz (walking up to wel- come him: — ) Cut yourself a piece of cake, and make yourself at home. (Charlie takes a step sideways to join a group of friends and consequently steps on a maiden ' s foot). Charlie — I ' m sorry, Sally. (Sally looks at him scornfully and rubs the injured parts, then tears appear in her lovely eyes, and she limps off stage) . Charlie very embarrassed and awkward follows her saying: — I ' m sorry I made you cry, but what can I say Dear, after I ' ve said I ' m sorry? Sally looks coldly over her shoulder — exit Sally. A Guest (hastily trying to cover up Charlie ' s embarra ment) . Has any one seen the new Ford? Guest II — Yes, ' Henry ' s made a lady out of Lizzie, ' ' I ' m just crazy about automobile horns, ' ' That ' s my weak- ness now! ' (At this point a little curly-headed boy enters crying) . Mammy-Mammy! ' Fond-parent — Sonny - Boy! (He runs over to her weeping — climbs on her knee!) Sonny Boy — I hurt me — I faa down and go Boom! Fond Parent — My poor little Melan- choly Baby — Mother will rock you in the cradle of the deep — Now, Precious — be good! Sonny Boy (stamping foot) No! I want to be bad. (He runs away and hides behind the chair of guest who is playing brrdge. Fond Parent — Lover, Come back to me! (Guest discovers child, and takes it over to mother.) Guest — Is this your child? Fond Parent — Yes sir, that ' s my Baby, (rises with child) Well, I ' m on my way home, come dear, it ' s bedtime. Sonny Boy — I don ' t Want to — I want to go places and do things! The Mother pleadingly — Honey! (She begins to drag him out.) Sonny Boy — (looking wrathfully at guest) You took advantage of me — Exit Mother and Son. Guest (turns to Charlie) — Are you going to see the Rythm King. Charlie — Yes, that ' s my suppressed de- sire. Guest — Well, don ' t bring Lulu. They are ■ interrupted by the an- nouncement of supper and the guests begin to go out. A worried looking lad dashes up to Mrs. Melody-Jazz. W. L. Lad — I wonder what ' s become of Sally? Mrs. Melody-Jazz — Who? W, L. Lad — Sally of my Dreams, My One and Only, She ' s the Cream in my Coffee, She ' s — Mrs. Melody-Jazz (hastily) Oh, she ' s Picking Cotton in The Blue Room — The Room with a View — so go on, Get Out and Get Under the Moon. (She follows the guests out to the buffet)