Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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The Branksome Si ogan 23 From Durness we went on our way through Tongue to Bettyihill and aifter then the interest in our trip was practically at an end as we started on our way south back to ordinary, everyday life. The only other place of interest through which we passed was Kildonan, from where Lord Selkirk brought a number of his settlers to Western Canada. It was with great regret that we left the North. The signposts marked To the South seemed ordinary and commonplace, while those marked To the North seemed full of mystery and unexpected loveliness, so much so that we even took a photograph of one of those signs. After the romance of the North, nothing in the South could satisfy us and w€ are looking forward to going back another year to that lovely country MOLLY SCLATER (Clan Macleod). Starting Clang! clang! clang! The unwelcome sound of the bell Reaches the ears of the weary ones In the beds they love so well. the Day Grab, grab, grab, Your face-cloth, towel and brush, The one who gets to the bathroom first Avoids the general rush. Cold, cold, cold, In the world outside the covers — Won ' t somebody shut the window? But the same way feel the others. Pull, pull, pull, On the middy, skirt and tic, Pin up the locks and fasten the pins, Then down the stairs to fly. Run, run, run, To the other side of the room, Shut the window, turn on the light, And brighten the sleepy gloom. AUDREY Clang! clang! clang! But we ' re safe on the morning run; The late-bell may ring, but we joyfully sing. For our day is well begun. SHAW, Form IV (Clan McGregor).

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22 The Branksome Si ogan to find as there were no kind cottagers to guide us on our way, but we succeeded in the end. This one has no pulpit but it still has a wall that was built around the entrance to keep the worshippers safe in times of danger. Next to this cave is a smaller one in which an old woman and her daughter are said to have lived but it has filled up considerably since then so that it is impossible to enter. That night we spent at Ullapool, which is quite a ' large town compared with most of the villages up there. The next day was as glorious as the day before and the morning was very good for photographic purposes although it grew hazy later. From Ullapool to Kylesku there are two roads, one of which goes through the hills and is the better for scenery, and the other by the coast. We wished to visit Achiltibuie, which is right opposite the Summer Isles and so we went by the coast road. After we left Achiltibuie, we caught a last glipipse of the famous Coolin hills in Skye far off in the distance. We joined the main road just past Loch Assynt and made our way to Scourie without any further hap- pening. The inn there was filled with fishermen and the walls were covered with models of some of their trophies. The next day, one of the ghilHes took us to see the Worship Stones at Eddrachillis, a circular wall of stones with one large one as the pulpit, used, as were the preaching caves, by the Free Church. He also showed us where the Covenanters are supposed to have held Communion. He was not very sure of the exact spot and so we had to walk what seemed like several miles over boggy heather. The point farthest north which we touched was Durness, which we reached that morning. Nearly every- where we went there seemed to be an hotel which had been burned down and Durness was no exception. We stopped there to fill up with petrol and learned that the hotel had been burned twenty years before. Near here is a ruined chapel which was built in 1619. In the chapel itself is the grave of someone who died not long after it was built, and outside is the graveyard for the surrounding district in which are buried the people who have died since it was first used for that pur- pose. Rob Doun, a famous Gaelic poet, is buried here.

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24 The; Branksome Si ogan Our MusncKoL V ee K n dL. (February 22, 1931) This year for the third time a hilarious party of BTanksomites went to Muskoka Beach Inn for a week-end of winter sports. Under the guid- ance of Miss Smellie and Miss Faulkner about twenty girls assembled in the Union station carrying a rare and peculiar assortment of skiis, poles, snowshoes, skates, and suitcases. This excited mob was herded into an almost private car. Fortunately no babies, and no oranges were present. The trip, which took about four hours, certainly was not boring. Some whiled away the time by playing bridge. The usual collection of movie magazines was to be seen scattered around the car. Miss Read provided a substantial tea which kept us all from grim starvation. We reached Gravenhurst about half pasit nine and piled into two- horse open sleighs. The night was cold and clear, but there was a circle around the moon telling of foreboding storms which, fortunately, did not break during our sojourn. After having been received at the Inn by Mrs. Alderson we dashed to the cabins for a good night ' s sleep (which few of us enjoyed). During the week-end we filled our time with skiing, snowshoeing, toiboganning, sleigh-riding, and archery; and ourselves with the most scrumptious meals (to which we did ample justice), and fresh air. Sunday morning the Aldersons kindly provided a treasure hunt for us which lasted the whole morning. The lucky winner was Lucille Dumaresq — and the prize a box of chocolates. Sunday evening, reluctantly bidding good-bye to Mrs. Alderson, we clambered into the sleighs. On our return to Gravenhurst we invaded the station and demanded food. After this we grabbed berths and went to bed. A certain party ' s pyjamas suf- fered somewhat from the rough treatment received from some impish girls. And then Monday morning ! Taxis — and everybody in a daze ! A subdued, and very sleepy week-end party quietly returned to school dragging the paraphernalia which had been so gaily carried before. KATHERINE LEA (Clan McLean).