Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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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The Branksome SIvOGan 27 The Four Seasons First comes our nicest season, Spring, In Autumn the fields are full of corn, When the gr ass gets green and the I ' he leaves from off the trees are torn birds do sing. When the flowers awaken from their sleep, Under the snow and ground so deep. Next comes Summer with its cheery call, Holidays for one and all. When from red and gold they turn to brown, And with the wind come floating down. Last comes Winter and the days grow cold. The trees are all bare and the world looks old. When the sun shines on the lake so The snow falls swiftly through the bright, night, And canoes glide under the magic And in the morning everything ' s moonlight. white. MURIEL SINCLAIR, Form II B (Clan MacAlpine)