Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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28 The: Branksome Slogan Sunset A Solitary Hunter One glorious cloud across the western There are pleasures on a lonely sky, shore, The radiant fires of heaven glow A hunter ' s fire burns dimly there, ' Gainst the magic whiteness of the By the lake the great waves roar. new-fallen snow, While the moon comes up and glim- Those tranquil billows woven high, mers As shadows lengthen o ' er the sweep A lonely hunter sits by the edge of below, the wood, Across the silence drifts the coyote ' s And broods over his past solitudes. cry. He does not know how steel is Over the fields like burnished golden made, light. How bricks are baked or rails are The winds play, sweet with prairie laid, rose. But he knows where fish swim in Night spirits hover in each breeze that summer, blows, And how to trap the bears in winter. In silent skies are still in sight ' And still the lonely hunter sits and The rosy finger-tips of day; dusk bro ' ods grows Upon his lonely solitudes. Deeper twilight drifts to summer HELEN WALKER, night. Form II. (Clan Ross). LORNA McFADGEN, Form V (Clan Mc Alpine). The Frozen Brook The little brook with over-hanging willows, Winding its way through shady nooks and dells. Babbling over pebbles and under bridges, Flows on and down the grassy hills. But winter changes all. The brook is now a shining path of ice. And the willows are drooping low with snow, The hills are covered with blankets of white. Which the sun sets all aglow. ISABEL CLARK, Form I (Clan Stewart).

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The Branksome: Si ogan 27 his father seized his arm. Keokuk was too late for the boy had jumped and he merely succeeded in throwing him off balance. Waukegan tried to regain his position but failed and fell to his death on the rocks below. Min- netonkah, wailing forth her grief, turned to the east with a motion of farewell to her people, and flung her- self down to her lover ' s side. This legend of Minnetonkah and Waukegan is only one of the many sad yet beautiful tales which cast such a romantic halo about Stand Rock. Its beauty, its dignity, its mystery make it an unforgettable scene, and as I watched the sun sink in the West, I could almost see Minnetonkah stand- ing with outstretched arms, about to go to her tragic death. The Sunrise In summer months one cool dark morn. Four campers trod o ' er paths well- worn Till passing swamps, they climbed the hill Of blue-brown rocks, unguided till They saw the deep black waters. The star-studded heavens dimly shone, Till, fading in the appoaching dawn. The brightening light crept o ' er the sky, Then up came hues that they might dye The sky a faint, pale pink. A deep dark rose minutely blended, Mixed with red-orange softly streaked, The yellow gold, first faint, then bright, Reflected, made an unknown sight When mirrored in the lake. So softly fade the briUiant hues Into the canopy of bright blue; Since past here travels everyday Always along the self-same way The distant ball of flame. UIvUCE READ, Form IV (Clan Mc Alpine).

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The Branksomk Slogan 29 BASKETBALL TEAM J. Romeyn H. Wilkinson D. Jones M. McLaren A. McLean R. Carlyle Day Girls at 1.15 P. M. Doors flung open, Shove to the mirror, Windows shut. Squeeze near the front, Teachers gone, Use compact and then Books piled up; For a comb hunt. Out of the door, Jam hats down, Down the stair, Fling coats on. Into the cloak-room, Grab our books, To comb our hair. Then, be gone! BERYL JANE OGDEN, Form III (Clan Ross)