Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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ON THE LIMBERLOST SKI TRAILS

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26 The Branksome Slogan Some quaint customs are, that they do not shake hands; men take their hats off in the elevators; at parties ladies take off their coats in the ' bedroom. We ' think at home we know English perfectly well ; if you would come out here you would seei you do not. I ' ll mention some words I learned here and their meanings. Cute — nice, pretty ; closet — wardrobe, here a small room, in which you put your clothes ; date ' — have a rendez- vous with; a boy ; chewing-gum — a tasteless gum, which young and old chew, it is very funny when you sit in a street-car to observe how all the people move their jaivs; guy — chap; show — picture; sorry — they say that from morning to night, whether there is a reason for it or not, if someobdy steps on your foot you have to smile and say ' ' sorry ; hello — isl the general greeting instead of our three kindsi of greeting forms; swell — fine. ' ' Take it easy and Forget it are the two most commonly used sentences. Next time I shall write you about what Canada is famous for, the universities, physicians, hockey, healthy climate, free country, Canada is the most safe country on earth, as far as a country can be safe nowadays. SUZANNE MAGYAR (Form IV S). IN MEMORY OF LORD TWEEDSMUIR Scotland was his native land, England was his home. Why came he to Canada? It was duty to the throne. The very life of Canada He adopted as his own ; To East and West he travelled. And the far Arctic Zone. The heart and mind now stilled by death, That loved God, life, and beauty Have passed on to the King of kings, John Buchan did his duty ! BABETTE CAWTHRA (Form I A).

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28 The Branksome Slogan A Skiins Week- End The north-bound train, filled with laughing girls and piles of ski equipment, pulled out of the smoky Toronto station bound for snow- covered Muskoka and a week-end of sunshine and winter sports. The train steamed on through the cold January night, but inside there was laughter and singing as the girls in their bright ski clothes sang Oh Johnny Oh at the tops of their voices. It was midnight when the train drew into Huntsville. There was wild excitement among the girls and frantic searches for lost skis, or suitcases. We were at once bundled into canvas-covered trucks and taken the long eighteen miles that separated us from Limberlost Lodge. At last we arrived at the lodge, where a blazing fire and hot tea and coffee awaited us. We were put into cabins with various attractive names, ' ' House of Commons , ' ' House of Lords and Hemlock Haven . We sank into bed exhausted, but much too excited to sleep. At long last after the chatter had died down, we dropped off to sleep as the first fingers of dawn crept over the northern hills. We awoke into an almost unbelievably-beautiful world. The bright morning sun shone upon the soft white of the snow. The trees with their snow-laden boughs made grotesque but beautiful shadows on the whiteness of the covered ground. In front of us stretched a white lake, the surface of which wais absolutely unbroken by human tracks. On the opposite bank, the wooded slopes promised exciting trails for the day ' s skiing. It was indeed a wonderland. After a hearty breakfast we rushed for our skis and started out at once. On one exciting hill there was an instructor and many of us spent our time there, trying hai ' d to do a snowplow or a stem turn , usually landing on our faces, but coming up laughing and ready for more every time. Skiing is one of the most exciting sports in existence; in what other sport do you get the same feeling of elation and power as you do career- ing down a hill on skis, the wind in your hair and the world before you ? At twelve we rushed back to the lodge for a swift lunch and then we were off again ! This time it was the trails to which we turned our interest. Up almost vertical slopes, and down twisting hills we made our way. It is rather like pioneering, this skiing through trails ; there IS always the same excitement of not knowing just what is going to come next. Through the woods we went, over frozen lakes and across fields and at last turned our steps toward home. The sun was getting low in the western sky. As! the last streaks