Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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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The Branksome Slogan 21 A LAMENT Sixteen girls on a dead man ' s chest, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum ! We can ' t think though we try our best, Oh, this terrible, terrible sum . If all the pirates in the days of old Spent their days in sailing, Why should we toil until we mould, Or else receive such a railing? Algebra, Latin, Geometry, French, Who ever thought of such things. Why should we sit on a hard wooden bench And wait till the lunch bell rings. Sixteen girls on a dead man ' s chest, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum ! Since gym is what we all like best. Why should we do this sum ? DOROTHY HOYLE, Form I A. PUSSY ' S PRANKS Black, bewhiskered friend of mine. Is this not an evil sign? One shoe only can I find. And a pleading look behind Those dark, bright eyes. Have I not already said, When I hop up out of bed. Bedroom shoes my feet must wear. Yet I ' m left with one foot bare. With my shoe you ' ve run away Then you coax me out to play. How can I resist your whims? Try to scold you for your sins ? It ' s impossible to try. And when people ask me why, All I say is — take one glance At your towsled countenance. Iniured innocence is thine, Black, bewiskered friend of mine. VIRGINIA PIERS, Form V. SPRING The wind went sighing through the trees, Frisking the twigs and the budding leaves, Lovely nature is clothed with flowers. Gathered from her choicest bowers. Birds in the green trees chatter and sing. Carrying tidings of beautiful Spring, The rays of the sun sent down from on high, Glitter and gleam in a turquoise sky. Where does she come from this lady we love, Down from the blue sky glistening above. Is she a zephyr that blows o ' er the land, Made by the work of God ' s holy hand? MILLTCENT RAYMOND, Form IV.