Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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The Branksome Slogan 19 DORA OLIVE THOMPSON This year our school suffered a great loss in the death of Dora Olive Thompson, one of the best known Canadian authors of books for young people. Dora Thompson wrote in all eight books, one of which, Nancy Rose , is a story of Branksome Hall. She endeared herself to many, and especially to the girls of the school, through the deep interest which she took in all its activities. After her death the Alumnae Association decided to endow several sections of the library as a memorial to her. When Mr. and Mrs. Thomp- son heard of this they very generously offered to donate a sufficient sum of money to fill these sections at once so that the Alumnae money could all be kept for an endowment. This endowment enables us to add a new book each week to the memorial sections in perpetuity. All her life Dora Thompson was an inspiration to those who knew her. Her talent in speaking as well as in writing won for her a distinguished place in the literary world. Although many delightful speakers came to the school during the course of each year, no one was more popular than Dora Thompson. The inscription on the tablet in the library best describes her cheerful and courageous outlook on life. A Loyal Alumna, A True Friend, A Brave Spirit. MARY GOODERHAM, 1 (Clan Ross).

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18 The Branksome Slogan and this year of our King ' s Silver Jubilee seems a most appropriate time in which to mention it. The valuable and lovely old print of Queen Victoria receiving the Holy Sacrament ' after her coronation in Westminster Abbey, June, 1838, hangs in a prominent position over the fireplace in our drawing-room. It was engraved by C. R. Leslie, and is one of the original articles from the old school that remains to us today, a link with the old school, the object to which Branksome pupils of the year 1900 can point to with satisfaction when they revisit their Alma Mater and say, ' T remember that ! So we look with pride and affection upon this special link of our school with our king, and remember, in so doing, how alike are the two duties of serving School and serving King and Country. For as we have upheld the tradition of our school, so shall we serve our King faithfully, honourably and doing our bit. JEAN ROSS (Clan Ross). We were very proud, indeed, this Easter vacation to hear that Miss Read had been elected President of the Headmistresses ' Association of Canada. It is a great honour to hold this position and we all wish Miss Read the greatest success in her new office. JANET GARFIELD (Clan Douglas).

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CLAK CAIIFBELL MOONLIGHT Everything was dark; we were sailing in silence ; only the luffing of the sail disturbed the stillness of the night. Suddenly the moon appeared over the crest of the hill. All at once the land around us was bathed in soft golden light. The dark spruce trees v ere silhouetted against the rising moon, now a bright orange colour. A gentle breeze had risen and was ruffling the calm surface of the lake. The boat swayed slightly to and fro, like a beautiful white bird. The moon had gradually risen above the tallest of the trees. It had become a light golden colour, rapidly changing to silver. Shadows from the shore line were sharply reflected on the surface of the water. The boat swayed, causing ripples growing in size until they interwove into one fantastic design. Silence ! Peace again reigned supreme over that lovely moonlight scene. BERNICE DUCOFFE, Form IV S FOG It sifts down from a laden sky, Shrouding all in a cloud of grey. It silently covers the steeples so high, Drifting o ' er the once bright day. It creeps into the smallest place, Covering earth and sky. It shrouds in dew the unknown space With grey mists from on high. MILLICENT R AYMOND, Form IV. SUNSET Now o ' er the land a faint breeze blows, And clouds go scudding by, And on the earth a rosy hue Spreads slowly over sea and sky. The crimson sunset floods the West, With strands of purple light. It is the time that I love best. This quiet hour before the night. MILLICENT RAYMOND, Form IV. 20