Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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).

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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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The; Branksome: Slogan 25 HOUSE AND DAY SENIORS S. McEvoy E. Brydon E. Beck E. Innes M. Morley M. Brown B. Siambaugh L. Dumaresq W. Gibson E. Hamilton F. Macleod I. Mueller M. Gerrard R. Stock F. Wilson J. Sweatman M. Flaunt B. Loynes Metropolis at Midnight (As Seen from an Aeroplane) Fireflies skim ' round the feet of the high gods, Giant skyscrapers which blot out the stars ; Fireflies, that whisk through myriad caverns Tin whistled and purring, are motor cars. The sprays of glory are electric signs Thrusting rainbow fountains into the night, Arm ' ring with emeralds, rubies and diamonds Great stone structures emplumed with swirling light. ELEANOR WYLIE, Form IV (Clan Macleod).