Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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20 The Branksome Slogan During- the last year, there has gathered at Branksome Hall a cosmopolitan group of girls. England, Scotland, Mexico, Hungary, Switzerland, Czechoslovakia, Newfoundland, Nassau, Australia, and the United States — from all these varioiis countries, students have come to our Canadian school. The largest group has, of course, been composed of the English girls who, with thosei of other nationalities, have proved a great addition to the life of the school. Naturally the most important: question for all of us this year has been ' ' What Can 1 Do To Serve My Country? Everyone wants to serve and yet so far there has been, so very little that one can do. Hoiwever, there can be noi doubt whatever that it is the duty of each of us as Canadian students, as it is the duty of everyone else in Canada, toi keep ourselves fit for whatever m.ay arise and to do this we must lead as normal a life as possible. During the last war, the Branksome girls took a vow, the first clause of which was, ' 1 promise to do everything in my power to keep myself fit for service. Even morel so is this vow necessary in this yeiar 1940, and do not let us forget that our School Flag ever carries as its message ' ' Only through service and sacrifice can anyone ' keep well the road ' . Eventide My work is done; my heavy load laid down, Vsjid years of aching toil stretch far behind To where I learn ' d that life has but one crown, That every gloomy cloud is silver lin ' d. The grief that now my way has come and gone, Sorrow and disappointments made to bear. These were my trials that with the coming dawn Faith and forbearance made to dis- appear. And now the summer of my day is past. The rosy-tinted future stretches far Into a realm of peace that long will last ; One brighter than the light of any star. If evening ends the life of every day. Will not life ' s evening, then, with good repay? BETTY MUNTZ (Form V).

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ror This Grave Hour! ' ' In this grave hour, perhaps the most fateful in our history . . . with God ' s help zve shall prevail. —H.M. The King. God is our ' refug-e and strength, A very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed. And though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, Though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Therei is a, river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, The holy place of the taber-nacles of the Most High. God is in the midst of her ; she shall not be moved : God shall help her, and that right early. The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved : He uttered His voice, the earth melted. The Lord of Hosts is with us ; The God of Jacob is our refuge. Come, behold the works of the Lord, What desolations He hath made in the earth. He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth ; He break eth the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; He burneth the chariot in the fire. Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted in the earth. The Lord of Hosts is with us ; The God of Jacob is our refuge. Psalm 46. 19

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The Branksome Slogan 21 Albert Lines on a 6-in. gun (of ancient vintage!) mounted for anti-submarine purposes on, an Atlantic Liner. These verses were written as a contribution to a concert on board ship by three g-irls from Harrogate Colleg-e on their way home tO ' England, after a trip to Canada and a stay of some weeks at Branksome Hall. There ' s a famous six-inch gun Albert What ' s put on a plat at the back And nine gunners lovingly guard it For fear of a U-boat attack. There ain ' t much albout it to look at, It ' s all grey and rusty in part But when dressed up in tarpaulin jacket By gum ! our young Albert looks smart. We ' ve ' ad a few practices with ' im, But seein ' ' im work seems right strange, For lacking a target to shoot at They used the ' orizon as range. For sudh an old piece of iron- mong ' ry It let off a terrible bang : The passengers ' urried for shelter They thought it were Klaxon that rang. The n ' officers noticed the scuffle And ' urried to set things aright ; They said Albert begged them their pardon And ' oped ' ed not caused them no fright. ' Es really a lovable feller And ' ates ' aving caused a to-do. So ' es put on ' is tarpaulin jacket And stands there admiring the view. ' E ' opes ' e won ' t ' ave to work proper. But Adolph ' s a man ' e can ' t stick. And if ' e sends up one of ' is U- boats Our Albert ' ll pop it off quick. Now, just as the people was quieted Another crack sounded on ' igh — It were our Albert ' s young brother Archie Exploding a shell in the sky! Now this time the people was livid For Albert ' ad vexed them before For what with ' is young brother Archie They weren ' t going to stand it no more. So they went and complained to the Captain But ' e easy explained to them ' ow There ' d been a big notice on ' t stair- way Explaining the need for the row. So they went and examined the notice And found that ' is words was quite true. So, trustin ' in Albert and Captain A very safe voyage to you. BRENDA WORRALL MONICA ROPER MURIEL SPIERS