Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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 Trip to Muskoka, Feb. 12, 1932 After much debate internal as to whether there would be sufficient snow for inexperienced ski-ers to fall in with any degree of comfort, a party of fourteen young hopefuls was finally assembled. We were well looked after by five gay chaperons w ith Miss Smellie at the head, and the train trip to Gravenhurst passed quickly and happily. Thanks to Miss Read ' s kindness we were fed to our ' hearts ' content on turkey sandwiches, cake and bananas, so we set off most optimistically from Gravenhurst for the three-mile ride to Muskoka Beach Inn. Most of the party ski-ed on Saturday, heroically braving the blizzard and the never-to-be-forgotten ' ' board walk. The next morning, stiffly but eagerly, we joined in the treasure hunt, a treat for which we are all grateful to Mr. and Mrs. Alderson. Miss Smellie ' s sharp eyes discovered the prize, a box of chocolates. The hours literally fled from us, filled with ski-ing, a sleigh ride, and tobagganing by moonlight; and with heavy hearts we packed our com- fortable togs and prepared to face civilization once more. Monday morning came all too quickly after a somewhat sleepless night, punctuated by grunts from Stuffy and Soupy, who had had the misfortune to draw tickets for upper berths. Then school again, and Muskoka only a happy memory. CLARE BROWN (Clan Douglas). 26