Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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24 Th Branksome S1.0GAN Sporting Difficulties There is a catch of nasty sort In whatsoever line of sport. With golf the caddies are not kind, And balls are very hard to find. In swimming, water ' s very cold And waves are really far too bold. At football you are kicked around; At bridge you cannot make a sound. But far the hardest sport of all Is driving cars — they always stall! Start up the engine with a din, It stops before the clutch is in. Dig in the clutch and change the gear ! Accelerate ! it ' s very clear. Let out the clutch ! A bit too late— The car behind has found its fate. Before you ' re half way down the street You ' re getting muddled with your feet. Just at the bend the world turns blue — You ' ve met a car — your Waterloo. A passing lorry forms a wedge Which pins you tight into the hedge. You then begin to swear and cuss And turn right over, which is wuss. And so, though tennis seems too fast, And croquet keenness cannot last, There simply isn ' t any doubt But driving cars should be ruled out. CAROLINE BULL, Form V. After the Rain Fitter, patter, drops the rain, Gently on the window-pane, Softly to the buds below, Just to let the flowers know, Winter ' s over, spring is here. And to the sick they seem to say: We too have had our lonely day. So cheer up ! Never mind ! For I am sure that you will find That after rain the sun will shine, And now it ' s their turn to bring cheer. And gladden your heart just as mine. ' JEAN MACDONALD, Form I A (Clan Stewart).

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The Branksome Slogan 23 A Legend The story of the Occident And how it got its name, Is very like the camel ' s hump, Which rose so high to fame. Once, long ago, the Orient Was highly civilized; Its sailors scoured the fartherest seas. Their trophies v ere so prized. And one bold captain sailed so far, Beneath the pale moonlight, He found the West by Accident And christened it that night. CAROLINE BULL, Form V. Coral Wool I w ind a ball of coral w ool And think of a sea-shell, glistening, cool. I knit a stitch of the glow ing thread, And dream of the sun ' s path over- head. With needles of jade I can fashion a shawl. And a soft, playful kitten can worry my ball ; So I knit in a little of coral wool To recapture the thoug ht of a sunlit pool. WILMA BATE, Form V. Evening The sky in the West is crimson and gold. The day that was new now becomes old. The sun which sees both joy and sorrow, Sinks with a smile that says : See you tomorrow. The lanterns of heaven hang high in the sky. The wind in the tall trees just seems to sigh. All work and harsh noises of daytime cease. All is silent and the world is at peace. BETTY GORDON, Form IV (Clan Douglas). Things I Like the Best These are things I like the best, — Golden sands on which to rest. Great white breakers tumbling in, Water warm in which to swim. My own horse on which to ride, My own dog to run beside, My own room in my own style, With my own books to browse awhile. Summer sports and winter too, Camping trips with my canoe. Tramping hills in winter snow, Skiing, hockey, — cheeks aglow. And now I think it is time for me To go and lie beside the sea. Until somebody comes to say, ' Tis time for me to work today. EDITH KIRK. Form II A.

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The: Branksomk Slogan 25 HOUSE AND DAY SENIORS Eleanor Gibson, Dorothy Apedaile, Gwynneth Sinclair, Margaret McKay, Natalie Campbell, Marion Breay, Mary Wardlaw, Dorothy Stock, Jomi Romeyn. Dedication To whom shall I give my sweet dar- ling, Humble child of a great desire? To thee, Peggotty: for thou hast oft In tenderness been pleased to praise The small successes of thy friend. And if thou couldst but know, dear one. How many times in sad despair Thy love, thy cheer hath led me on Afresh! Wherefore have for thine own This little verse, lowly as it is: Treasure it for thy Camilla ' s sake. And should she — oh Caprice of heav ' n ! Give to men one drop of beauty To urge their weary, fainting hearts To hope, then do thou rejoice with me : My one desire shall have been ful- filled ! (With apologies to Catullus) Clan Douglas.