Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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School While I am young and I am gay, I think of school in just one way, Exams to write, the classes a bore, The teachers are cross, no pleasures in store. There ' s constant work from morn till night. My room ' s untidy and what a sight ! The evening has gone, the time is late, It ' s hurry and scurry at an awful rate. It ' s early to bed and early to rise. So says the old saying that ' s learned and wise, But hfe is so dreary and Hfe is so dull, There ' s learning enough in my sleepy skull. But now I ' m old and now I ' m grey, I think of school in a different way, The chums I loved, the joys we had, The teachers weren ' t all so terribly bad. The plays we acted, the sports as well. Skating and skiing and how we fell. The matches we played, the school sometimes won, The holidays came with nothing but fun. No childish thoughts, no silly delights. No nightly feasts, no pillow fights. Life is a daily constant bore, I ' d give a lot for school once more. SHIRLEY McEVOY, Form IV (Clan Ross).

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18 Ths: Branksom Slogan Lacrosse An innoviation in the way of sports was introduced this year at Branksome in the game Lacrosse. A number oi the girls have entered into the game under the able leadership of Miss Ronaldson, and have developed much enthusiasm for this sport which has been called the national game of Canada. It was originated by the Indians. The team consists of twelve players, the object of each side being to get the ball, by means of a crosse, between the opponent ' s goal posts. Of course there are many rules which make the game more complicated. We are watching with interest the progress of the team and hope that it will contribute materially to the school sports. KATHERINE LEA (Clan McLean). LACROSSE T. Spencer D. Jones J. Rally H. Wilkinson M. Coryell B. Stamhaugh M. Pirie P. Foot J. Gordon M. Heather M. Sclater R. Carlyle

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20 The Branksome: Si ogan SLOGAN STAFF I. Romeyn M. Sinclair J. Morton M. Brown K. Lea D. Macleod M. Clancey B. Williamson B. Brydon The Georgian Bay Dancing blue waters, leaping in play, Long winding channels go off Georgian Bay, While in the green reed-beds the ducks every year. Take refuge from hunters and find safety here. Near them the grey rocks slope down to the lake, Against which the waves in wild weather do break, While back in the forests the trees sway and bend, And pine-cones are scattered with the force of the wind. Under the pine trees the wild creatures play. And search for their food by night or by day, Where soft mosses lie and the blue- berries grow. Wild flowers nod when the mild breezes blow. The sunset ' s a crimson glow in the West, Tinting the white of the cloudlets ' crest. Till the whole world seems to be alight With the rainbow of colours, a won- drous sight! MARY HARRISON, Form I (Clan Ross)