Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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The Branksome Slogan 23 Notes from a Coronation Letter During the three weeks that were spent in London, we naturally were taken to see most of the points of interest to the tourist, but there were several great happenings that no ordinary tourist can experience. On the evening of May the eighteenth, more than nine thousand young people from every corner of the Empire met in Royal Albert Hall for the Empire Youth Rally, the first of its kind in the world. The Rt. Hon. Stanley Baldwin made his last great speech as Prime Minister that evening, and what an inspiring address it was! As he pointed out, the idea behind the Empire Youth Movement is to promote friendliness and peace among the youth of the Empire, and finally, to stretch out our hands in friendship to the y outh of other countries, and so form a foundation for peace throughout the world. The next day the Archbishop of Canterbury spoke to us, in Westminster Abbey, still decorated with its Coronation splendour. The Canadian contin- gent of girls was asked to remain after the service and we then received the greatest surprise of the entire trip. We were escorted to Marlborough House, where Queen Mary very graciously received us, and allowed us to roam around her garden. In the grounds is the famous cemetery of the Royal pets, started by Queen Alexandra. Our police escort was very amusing on the way from Westminster Abbey to Marlborough House, trying to demonstrate how to curtsey to the Queen ! During the remainder of our stay in London we saw the changing of the guard from the forecourt of Buckingham Palace; the ceremony of the keys, at the Tower of London; and we were invited to ' ' tea on the terrace at the Houses of Parliament, where we climbed to the top of Big Ben. The evening before our departure for various English schools was spent at the Royal Tournament at Olympia, where members of the navy, army and air force gave an exhibition of their prowess at physical jerks. One of the schools were visited, Christ ' s Hospital School, is the oldest girl ' s school in England and was founded by Edward VI in 1552. It was formerly in London, but is at present in Hertford, about thirty miles distant. The school is divided into eight wards (or houses) with thirty-five girls in each. Naturally, as it is a very old school they have a number of old customs. For one thing, instead of using cups for their tea they use large china bowls from which to drink. I was fortunate enough to be at the school for their annual speech day, at which the Lord Mayor of London always presides. The Senior Grecians (or prefects) from the boys ' half of the school at Horsham came for the day. On special occasions they wear their traditional uniform. It consists of a long cloak of heavy blue serge, long orange stockings, a white bib with buttons down the front ornamented with pictures of Edward VI, and belts. The higher one is in the school, the lower one wears the belt, and so the head boy had his down around his hips. All the teachers, especially Miss Craig, the Head Mistress, were very kind to me, and I was very sorry when

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24 The Branksome Slogan the time came to say good-bye to all the new friends that I made among the English girls. The remaining week was spent at Eastbourne, where the outstanding event was a visit to Herstmonceux Castle, to which we had been invited for lunch by its owner, Sir Paul Latham. Just seven weeks after our arrival at Liverpool, we set sail again, from Southampton, on the Empress of Australia, with telegrams of Bon Voyage from the King and Queen, and Queen Mary, and with memories that we shall always cherish. MARGARET HARRISON, Form V. Muskoka A small, pine-clad island lies dreaming in a blue Muskoka lake. Grey rocks, moss-covered, reach down into the water. Jutting into lake is a small, log pier to which is tied a brave, red canoe. Half hidden among the pines is a small log cabin. It is old and beaten by wind and rain, but the windows are wide and there is a verandah which faces the sunset. For many years I have spent my summers on this land and have come to know it and to love it more than any other place. The dawns in Muskoka are glorious. One morning I woke just before daybreak. The lake lay grey beneath the grey sky. The shores were dim and ghostlike in the distance. The eastern sky became brighter and the first faint pink streaks began to colour the sky. The pink deepened into rose as I watched and daylight began to spread across the lake. Suddenly crimson and gold splashed the eastern sky. The sun rose above the pines and dappled the island with golden light. The air that morning was cool and fresh. The morning breeze brought with it the pungent odour of pine-needles. I went down to the lake for a swim. The water was sparkling against the rocks in its cool northern way. I dived in. The cold water took my breath away and I rose to the surface gasping. All about me the water was ruffled and shaken. Circling ripples reached the rocks and splashed against them. I spend much of my time canoeing. One morning I paddled along near the shore of the lake. Grey rocks hung over the water and dreaming pines were reflected in its depths. Ivies crept through the mosses on the shore. I turned into a small bay. It was long and narrow and full of reflections. A half-submerged log, covered with moss, lay near the shore. I paddled in slowly, leaving a trail of shaking shadows and reflections behind me. Ahead of me a frog swam madly for shore, scarcely breaking the water as he moved. A lonely bird dipped across the bay and disappeared into the forest. The afternoons are long and warm. A drowsy wind blows across the island, scarcely moving the canoe as it lies against the pier. Dragon-flies with brittle wings swoop across the water. I lie on the warm, sunny pier and listen to the gentle lap, lap of the water against the logs until I fall asleep.