Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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The Branksome Slogan 29 THE MARTYR ' S SHRINE The River Wye goes slipping by, Without a thought of war, But martyrs blest were laid at rest Upon its peaceful shore. And now I stand upon the land Where saintly feet have trod. A wooden cross, o ' er grown with moss Shows where saints worshipped God. Their tortured deaths, their dying breaths. The River saw and knew; The River Wye goes slipping by, With all its secrets, too. JOAN HEISE, Form V. THE MAN WHA WHISTLES When bonnie Kate yer wished-for mate, Flouts ye and a ' yer braw epistles — In patience wait, she ' ll come yer gait; She ' ll turn yet to the man wha whistles. Aye hesitate when thrawn folk prate. Though at their words yer temper bristles ; Why should ye hate at sic a rate? Gie me the canty man wha whistles ! Some prize o ' Fate maun, sune or late, Fa ' s to the man o ' bane and gristle : Dinna be blate, haud on and wait; rBe like the canty man, and whistle ! DORIE BATES, Form V. rS HOPELESS They say I make men miserable; Internationally I ' m hated Because I ' m hard to find, and it ' s A protest not belated. I try to help in every way; I ' m friend to dog and man; I cleanse them from their sins of dirt And do the best I can. And yet the young boys hate me; For me there is no hope. I make men slide in bathtubs, ' Cuz I ' m just a cake of soap. PEGGY DEACHMAN, Form IV.

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28 The Branksome Slogan GROPING Lies far beyond our sluggish minds, Our efforts, our desires, A land of love, of joy, of peace. To which each soul aspires. ' Neath bold impulse of rashful youth, In lover ' s patient heart. Secluded in the mother ' s breast, The same swift longings dart. All toiling men of low degree. All men of art and fame. All humans on the earth to-day Are, underneath, the same. For groping for a brighter world Amid chaotic care, All lift their eyes above the skies To what lies hidden there. JOYCE DIBBLEE, Form 11. FRIENDSHIP True friendship is a sacred thing That ' s built up with the years, That ' s dipped in many joys of life, And bathed in many tears. DIANE CROSS, Form 1. The scoffers said that it couldn ' t be done — The odds were so great, who wouldn ' t? But I tackled the job that couldn ' t be done, And what do you know? It couldn ' t ! DORIE BATES, Form V. i

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30 The Branksome Slogan Stardust It was plain to see that Patty 0 ' Flaherty was feeUng very, very blue. Her two shiny brown pig-tails sat primly on her two drooping shoulders. Her brown eyes looked sadly down at two shoes which scuffed disconso ' lately along the dusty road. Yes, Patty O ' Flaherty was certainly very unhappy about something. It could not have been the weather, for the sun was as gold and bright as the yellow butter- cups which nodded in the green grass by the road; the sky was as blue as the corn-flowers which peeked at Patty from the wayside. No, it was something more dreadful than Patty had ever heard before. Someone had told Patty O ' Flaherty that there were no fairies! That was the reason why she was not skipping or singing as she usually did ; she was thinking and wondering about fairies n ' things. When Patty arrived in the town, she went straight to Miss O ' Neiirs Candy Shop. Surely Miss O ' Neill would tell her the truth about the fairies! The bell gave a merry tinkle as she opened the heavy door. ' ' Why if it isn ' t Patty 0 ' ' Flaherty herself; and what can I be doing for you? Patty looked longingly at the coloured candies in the shiny jars on the shelf. Then she said, Miss O ' Neill, are there really and truly fairies ? Miss O ' Neill looked at Patty and smiled. ' Tatty , she said, ' T have never seen a fairy or lepachaun, but I ' ve heard it said that by the light of the moon, in the deep, deep woods, the wee folk dance a fairy ring. Patty O ' Flaherty ' s brown eyes popped open and her red mouth said, Oh ! Oh, thank you, thank you. Miss O ' Neill !