Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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18 The Branksome S1.0GAN Ivet us, as loyal members of Branksome Hall, humbly strive our utmost to Keep Well the Road and, not only in spite of adverse conditions, but because of them — press on! I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead And mountains of wearisome height; That the road passes on through the long afternoon And stretches away to night . SPRING SONG The f ragrance of ithe blooming flowers All speak (to us of spring ; Exulting lin the leafy ibowers, The early spring birds sing; The lark sends up his blithesome air, Winds oarol music everywhere. The bee hums in the flowery dell. The cricket chirps all day; The robin sings near the fresh-turned •soil. The brook glides on its way ; The fairy-pipers pipe for you Since all is song — warble too ! NORA CONKIvIN ( Glan MaoGregor) . THE WIND IN A STORM Shrieking aJloud to the darkening sky, Challenging everything with its cry; Whirling bright leaves around the old farms, Banging the doors of deserted ibarns, Blowing drops of glittering rain. Moaning ' round corners, again and again. Clawing lat treetops, seeking to shake Bright coloured leaves, to follow its wake. This is the wind in its delight. Trying to show us all its might. BETTY JEWETT (Clan Campbell).

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The Road Mankind today is weaving a very gloomy and troubled pattern into the history of the world. Even in Canada, where conditions have been compara- tively favourable, the ' ' depression has made itself acutely felt. It is as though we were standing in a dark land facing a cloudy future, uncertain even of the ground beneath our feet, and forced to hear on every hand the myriad cries of poverty and want. Our own city of Toronto has one htmdred and eighty thousand persons on direct city relief. Endless bankrupt sales and lengthening bread-lines are stories in themselves — stories of heartbreak. Neither does the depression stop at bodily needs. It goes deeper. Sordid materialism with its resultant cynicism; privation with its resultant hopelessness; and, embracing all, fear, cannot but affect the morale, not only of our Dominion but of the world. We of Branksome Hall, both as individuals and as a school, have our own work to do and our part to play at this time of financial gloom and spiritual perplexity. The depression has not reduced our ranks and we are proud of having been able to make our various annual contributions to worthy causes at home and abroad. Yet the times are such that we have increasing opportuni- ties, and, therefore, increasing responsibilities to serve humanity. Someone has remarked that if the word die is taken from depression , two very different words remain — press on . In connection with this, we might recall that only last year our school motto was changed to the inscription carved over the door of the old Branksome tower in Scotland, Keep Well the Road . That road is at present leading us through strange uncertain lands. 17

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The Branksome Si ogan 19 YESTERDAY Yesterday it was dilferent, The ground was grey with fallen leaves, The cold bleached oaks stood stately, Wafted by the gentle breeze. Today the sleigh is gliding Over the glittering snow. The world is a jingle of merry bells. Hurrah ! And away we go. But I seem to remember yesterday, With its sodden and faded leaves; I seem to remember yesterday, And ' the silent shivering breeze. MARGARET GIEMOUR (Clan MacGregor). PINE TREES Whispering, Softly chanting Memories of bygone days. Silvery green In the golden moonlight. Their perfume Heavy on the air. Rustling, swaying In the cool night breezes. A whip-poor-will Calls from his leafy nest. The breezes carry it far away And still the trees Hold their memories. BETTY JEWETT (Clan Campbell).