Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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26 The Branksome Slogan Canada ' s Past and Future Twenty years ago, in Southern Al- berta, a small sod house was built about seventy miles from the railroad. The land was all in the raw state, with no trees or shrubs of any description to be seen. The closest neighbors were about fifteen miles away. Barren, indeed, and lonely, were these prairies of the West. You would never know our little sod house now though! It is quite grown up, and very modern. Eight acres of trees and garden surround it, with a little lake in one corner of the garden. Perhaps the little sketch of the sod house, and the picture of the new home, will give you an idea of the changes made. Large fields of wheat now wave in the breeze, where there was only prairie grass before, since this part of the country is in the greatest wheat raising district in the West. The farm has grown so that it now consists of 4,500 acres, and is divided into three farms known as ' Togelvik Farms . Neighbors are only about a mile away, and the railroad is eleven miles distant. Trees have been planted around most of the homes. Per- haps you would like to come and see my little home when passing thro ' the West? Do! HELEN ANDERSON.

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The Branksome Slogan 25 House and Day Seniors. The Sky Blackest velvet is the sky. Pinioned by a star on high; Crystal silver is the moon, A tiny silver cradle soon. Brightest diamonds are the stars, Guiding symbols from afar; Tiny little lamps of light, Shining in the sky at night. Deepest azure is the sky, When the sun is riding high; Golden ball of living flame, Gorgeous symbol of His fame.

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The Branksome Slogan 27 A Bad Fall The wind was blowing cold and raw, I got up feeling rather damp, That day was dull and wet, My books were everywhere; With books, I ventured from the school, The algebra was swathed in mud, And for my home, was set. Touch it, I ;did not dare. But as I reached the French House steps, I slipped upon some ice. And with a clumsy thud I fell. Which didn ' t feel so nice! My green umbrella, dripping wet, Was useless for that day. So I walked home through slush and rain, Like some wet dog, astray. GRACE WHEELWRIGHT. (Age 14.)