Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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The Land of the Tally-Ho and Haggis Burns sang the praise of the haggis but another feature which might well have its praises sung is the Scotch tally-ho, a coach-and-four which awaits us after an interesting trip up Loch Katrine in the small steamer Sir Walter Scott . On Loch Katrine we saw Ellen ' s Isle and other places which Scott immortalized in his poem The Lady of the Lake . Now, as we drive along in this old-fashioned tally-ho drawn by four horses, we see beautiful scenes to store in the mind as those most typical of Scotland. As in olden times, the driver of the tally-ho wears a red coat and sits on a high front seat, while a coach-boy stands on the low step at the back. Travelling up hill and down dale in this beautiful Trossach district, we occa- sionally come across a Scotch piper. Sometimes these pipers have with them a small child who dances the Highland Fling, stopping abruptly at the first sign of money being thrown to him. As we pass along, we see the mountains or Bens and on the hillsides, shaggy mountain sheep grazing upon the sparse grass, while down some of these same hills trickles an occasional stream of water from the crags — these are found to end near the age-old peat-bogs from which the Highlanders still get their fuel. Arriving at Inversnaid, we pause to admire Ben Lomond looming up above Loch Lomond wrapt in a purple mist. A little later as our eyes rest for a moment on the road we have just travelled over, we see our tally-ho, which we have just dismissed, slowly wending its way back through the picturesque hills. Just as the traveller remembers the jaunting car of Ireland, he associates the tally-ho with Scotland. The Scots themselves seem to prefer the haggis as a favourite tradition, but I think that most of Scotland ' s visitors enjoy even more, memories of driving among the hills covered with bonny heather where history and legend are refreshed by the aid of the old tally-ho . MARY PERCY, Form I B. 26

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The Branksome Slogan 25 ACROSS 1. Initials of our school. 4. Guess who? 7. We have it for an hour a week. 11. Abode. 13. Last word of our school song. 15. English for lui . 19. Definite article. 22. Colour. 23. Loyal and . 25. Slang expression. 26. The best school on the con- tinent. DOWN 1. College degree. 2. His Majesty (abr.). 3. Street (abr.). 5. A hated subject. 7. Depart. 8. Your Majesty (abr.). 9. Ego. 10. New addition to school. 11. Study of our forefathers. 12. Above. 13. Exclamation. 14. French for born. 16. Old English for you. 17. Stream of water. 18. I have — taller. 19. Latin for across. 20, Pronoun. 21. Boy ' s nickname. 23. Truth and Purity (abr.). 24. Alphabetical letters for you be. BARBARA THOMAS, Form IV A. Miss J. — Now we find that x=-0. Pupil — Heck, all that work for nothing. Miss P. (sarcastically) I ' m sorry you can ' t see this theorem. It ' s the third time I ' ve gone over it. Pupil — Oh, that ' s all right, no need to apologize. Miss C. — Joy translate ' Passer mortuus est meae puellae ' . Joy (brightly) — The dead spar- row is my sweetheart. B. R. to Miss R.— Oh, Miss R. There ' s a nail in my chair and its torn my pants. Miss R. — All right. Settle down and I ' ll get Mr. Baillie to attend to it later. Rl ii n 8d □ J] O m a m m n mm K1 tfa 19 a D Qj iJHB ra n n

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The Branksome Slogan 27 A Gondola Ride The train, which was due at eight o ' clock, was two hours late arriving in Venice, and so the stars were shining brightly when my friend and I finally descended the train steps and passed through the wicket out into the clear night air. We found ourselves standing on the dock, but there was little of the noise and bustle of the daytime. We arranged about our luggage and stepped into an open gondola. Soon we were floating on the Grand Canal with no sound save for the rippling of the water which was lapping against the sides of the boat. We came to a side canal through which we were to pass. ' ' Hoy , cried our gondolier, his vibrant voice ringing through the stillness and sending a thrill through us both. It was quite dark now and the stillness was so great, we were both awestruck. Suddenly we were awakened from our respective reveries by the deep, ringing voices of our gondolier and an acquaintance of his whom we were passing. After a short dispute over the right of way they parted and we passed on again into the tranquil solitude. A few more turnings brought us again into the Grand Canal, with the lights of our hotel shining in the distance. We had but to cross this body of water and we were again in the darkness and silence with the stars and the water for company. We had just begun to wish this journey would never end, when a sharp turn brought us to the dimly lighted doorway of our hotel. We were assisted out of the boat and with a wistful glance at the beauty of the night outside, we passed into the more common luxuries of our accommodations. DOROTHY JANE GOULDING, Form I B.