Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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THE ALPS They rise up from the left and right, Themselves a world so still and free, The sweeps of soft unbroken white That stretch up far as eye can see. The utmost peaks are smooth and gray, They stand up in the fresh clear air. The snow must slip and slide away And leave their jagged edges bare. With dignity and solemn pride That fills the heart with feelings deep. They tower high from every side As if in everlasting sleep. When darkness like a blanket falls, Perhaps a light from far away Will shine, from dingy cabin walls. Invisible throughout the day. The clouds that pass so close above That one can almost reach and touch. The death-like calm one learns to love, And mighty strength that means so much. Beneath your outstretched, grasping hand, The world reduced to simple things, Can rise and fall at your command, Such fancies this great vastness brings. Inspired by the sense of space. Of lovely silence never broken. The human heart could speak of thoughts. From lips, those thoughts could not be spoken. MILDRED WINSLOW, Form IV S. 22

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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.

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The Branksome Slogan 23 THE REASON WHY I staggered home at 4 o ' clock, My books felt awfully heavy, My head was bursting with an ache, My legs were not too steady. I did not want my usual tea Or plate of buttered toast, And while I hated the thought of work Practising bored me most. Once I reached the mirror I knew it was a fact, So quickly I jumped back again, I wasn ' t slow to act. Next day I had a brain wave, I thought I ' d knit some socks ' Cos when the doctor saw me He said I had chickenpox. PAMELA PEARSE, Form II A. Why should I linger at the ' phone Half an hour or more. Talking of French and Latin When it all seemed such a bore? I didn ' t want the paper And sisters were a pest. I just missed out my evening meal. Cold water tasted best. Next morning very early Out of bed I jumped, I thought I felt some pimples So across the floor I thumped. Lord Douglas was a Scotchman Of credit and renown. He little knew when he passed out His name would be passed down ; For here at Branksome you will see. We have a mighty clan Of maidens, who are proud to own As hero, such a man. PAMELA PEARSE, Form II A.