Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 74 of the 1912 volume:

ig Wht ;llt tr0p0litan lank Capital Paid Up - $1,000,000.00 Reserve Fund - 1,250,000.00 Undivided Profits - 138,046.68 DIRECTORS (3: S. J. MOORE, President i). E. THOMSON, K.C., Vice-President SIR W. MORTIMER CLARK, K.C. JOHN FIRSTBROOK JAMES RYRIE W. D. ROSS Head Office . - - . TORONiO W. D. ROSS, General Manager A c rNjRRAL BANKIN G BUSINESS TRANSACTED. B 13 Columbian Conservatory of Music 1 2 SPADINA ROAD TORONTO Musical DIrtctor, PETER C. KENNEDY Tills Institution offers exceptional advantages to a yone desirous of studying Music. It aims at supplying the public with the best instruction that can be obtained, so that the wealth of talent with which this country is favoured may be developed to the highest degree of efficiency. The handsome new Conservatory Building is situated on Spadina Road, near Bloor. Year hook containing full details mailed on request. Musical Instruction in All Branches a — a THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 1 O U R stock of Class pins belt buckles — watch fobs hat pins — badges — is most complete and interesting and prominent among them are those bearing the insignia of BRANKSOME HALL. eioelieizs Carnahan ' s - Prescription - Drug - Stores Corner YONGE and BLOOR (Traders Bank Building) Corner CARLTON and CHURCH Telephone: NORTH 341 NORTH 342 Telephone: MAIN 2196 MAIN 2197 imported Perfumes, Toilet Powders, Toilet Waters and Toilet Articles of every description at special prices to students who mention this advertise- ment. We know we can please you, let us try. Soda fount ain at each store. W. J. A. and H. CARNAHAN Dispensino (Tbemists When patronizing advertisers — mention the Slogan. 2 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN Your journey home to the old folks at Christmas will indeed be a pleasure if you travel over the lines of the Canadian Northern Ontario Railway. The Service that has set a new Standard Every Modern Con- venience and Travel Comfort. Courtesy and Attention are every day duties of Canadian Northern Ontario Railway Employees. Excellent Dining Car Service. Solid Vestibuled Trains. For Tickets and all Information apply to any Canadian Northern Ontario Railway Agent or to TORONTO TICKET OFFICES King and Toronto Streets, The Union Station MAIN 5179 MAIN 5600 When patronizing advertisers — mention the Slogan. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 3 11 We do the best Developing, Printing and Enlarging for the Amateur Photographer also fine and Artistic Framing We also carry a complete stock of Kodaks, Brownies, Premos, Eastman film, film packs. H. C. Tugwell Co. 73 BAY ST. 810YONGEST. Phone Main 6047 OrOIltO pj 1 , 27 m m JULIAN SALE Fine Leather Goods WE MAKE AND SELL EVERYTHING IN FINE LEATHER TRAVELLING GOODS Trunks, Suit Cases, Club Bags, Dressing Bags, Dress- ing Cases, Toilet Rolls, Writ- ing Cases, Music Holders, Hand Bags, Manicure Sets in Cases, and a hundred and one other lines in fine leather goods. Write for new complete Catalogue just issued. THE JULIAN SALE LEATHER GOODS CO., Ltd. 105 KING ST. WEST - TORONTO m When patronizing advertisers — mention the Slogan. 4 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN WOMEN ' S FASHION CENTRE r lSCRIMINATING women and young women have prompt- ly appreciated the authoritive and exclusive styles shown here. The most distinctive models are shown in Suits, Coats, cAfternoon Frocks, Dresses, Evening Gowns, and Wraps, Blouses and Dainty Neckwear. Comparison will convince you of the remarkable originality of our garments. 278 YONGE STREET, CORNER ALICE yards; Foot of Princess St. Phone M. 3649 124. 126 Van Home Ave, Phone Junct. 1193 JACQUES, DAVEY CO. COAL, COKE AND CHARCOAL 73 Queen Street Ea t Phone M, 951 Toronto Sole Agents for Toronto ' ' Murray Mine Coal ' - S. W. BLACK S CO. REAL ESTATE Insurance and Financial Brokers Property Bought and Sold. Insurance Effected. Money Invested on Mortgages. Valuations 28 Toronto Street Toronto When patronizing advertisers mention the Slogan. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 5 m m SHURON EYE GLASSES. Toric Lenses and Kryptok Lenses ground on the Invisible Bifocals a premises. specialty. m. lit. f JHanufacturing Oculists Prescriptions Accurately Filled. 717 Yonge Street North 2824 Toronto 11 11 When in need of a Pretty Dress or Well Tailored Walking Suit the ladies of BRANKSOME HALL will do well to get into communication with our ORDERED LADIES-WEAR DEPARTMENT which possesses every facility for the prompt and satisfactory execution of LADIES ATTIRE of every description. Out of town customers satisfyingly served by mail. John Catto Son 55 to 61 King St., East - Toronto 11 When patronizing advertisers — mention the Slogan. 6 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN ESTABLISHED 1840 NORDHEIMER ' S Ltd. HEADQUARTERS FOR Music and Musical Instruments Music for The Home The Church The School The Concert Hall Standard Publications of all publishers in stock at all times — prompt service — liberal discounts. Violins Mandolins Banjos Guitars Metronomes Band and Orchestra Instruments, Victrolas, Records and General Supplies. The NORDHEIMER PIANO AND MUSIC Co., Limited 15 King Street East, Toronto Branksome Sweater Coats Made from fine soft wool, with high win- ter collar, white body with Branksome trimmings, clearing at special prices. Winter Sporting Goods Skating and other outdoor winter sports will soon be here: wouldn ' t it be advisable to look after your outfits now.? We have an im- mense stock of winter goods now ready to show you. Hockey Skates Boots as well as TOBOGGANS, SKIS, SNOW- SHOES. MOCCASINS, MITTS, TOQUES, SWEATERS, Etc. in a big range of prices from which you can select your requisites. Harold A. Wilson Co., Ltd 297 Yonge Street When patronizing advertisers — mention the Slogan. ' . ' THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 7 RECISTERE.D Christmas Gifts Furs make ideal Christmas gifts, since they are beauti- ful, appropriate and serviceable. A choice covers the greatest possible range, from a full length garment to a small piece, and each is appropriate in its own way. Alaska Seal Coats $350. to $1200. Persian Lavih Coats $225. to $550. Hudson Seal Coats $175. to $550. MinJc Sets $60. to $1000. Ermine Sets $80. to $700. Black Lynx Sets $100. to $350. Black Fox Sets $75. to $250. Persian Lamb Sets $45. to Montreal INSPECTION AND COMPARISON INVITED. ILLUSTRATED CATALOGUE ON REQUEST. airweatders Jsimited 84-86 Yonge St., Toronto Winnipeg When patronizing advertisers — mention the ' Slogan. 8 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN VOU. 4 CHRISTMAS 1912 Issued every Christmas and Midsummer by the Alumnae Association NO. Editorial cAlumnae Meetings Stories and Articles con- tributed by Alumnae Members and Girls at School. Y. W. C. A. Notes Beta Kappa Notes CONTENTS Exchanges Poems Snaps Sports Personals Jokes Local Anaesthetics THE B H A N K S () M E SLOGAN l I THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN Editor-in-Chief — Jean Morton Assi ant Editor — Rosalind Morley School Editors — Grace McGaw, Ruth Langlois Business Manager — Joan Stewart Assi ant Business Manager — Rita Black Vol.4. CHRISTMAS 1912 No. I. To those of lis who knew and loved every red brick and every inch of ground at 102 Bloor Street East, it is a sad sight to gaze upon where Branksome once was. When the word School is mentioned we shall always think of the little red annex and the row of poplars outside it on which we used to gaze for inspiration. Poor old poplars ! They look sadly over- worked now, — as if they had set too many thought-waves of Latin, German, Mathematics, etc., in motion for the good of their health. Perhaps they are sad and lonely without the happy, laughing girl-faces all about thjem. And just think of it, there were actually boys playing Rugby where the tennis courts used to be, when I passed the other day. Boys ! Ugh ! Nasty crea- tures we must never go near! — that was one of our precepts — of course we still ' obey, implicitly (note personal column!). 12 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN And oh! those perfectly delicious surreptitious dances in the conservatory at recess, when we should have been inhaling- fresh air ! My, how we adored the creamy, dreamy waltzes and the rollicking two-steps, — unless we were some of the poor unfortu- nates who hadn ' t finished their Latin and were cramming for dear life in a corner with ears tight shut not to hear the music. And do 3 ou remember the Art room, with all sorts of startling- likenesses of man — I mean girl — and beast, and studies in still life ( ' mostly apples and grapes) ; and the gym where we learned to improve our fig-gers ; and the — but oh! what ' s the use? It makes the heartache worse. These were my melancholy cogitations as I passed along Bloor and over the Huntley Street Bridge the other day. I had just reached the heartache part, and was indulging in it freely when I arrived in front of the New Branksome Hall. Editors are really very brave, but I did feel sort of quaky as I opened the gate. The huge red brick house with its grand white stone porte- cochere was tremendously awe-inspiring. I had only gone a few steps up the walk, however, when a joyful medley of sounds from several pianos, accompanied by evidences that an aspiring voca- list was soaring to heights unknown (probably high C) took all the quakiness away. I might give a list of the various selections I ' oating forth, but should hate to have guessed wrong. I rang the bell, and after a few moments of suspense (accom- panied by said sounds) a neat maid, also new, ushered me into the hall, and led the way toward the office. I was waylaid by the sight of one of our esteemed school editors, a smudge on her otherAvise immaculate nose, hauling ghosts by the neck in the direction of gj mnasium. I tried to encourage her in her noble efforts and then passed on to speak to Miss Gardiner, who kindly consented to take me over the premises. First we visited the bright, airy class-rooms, in the new wing added at the back of the original house. I began to feel like Methuselah when we came to the tiny seats and desks of the wee tots, and yet in a way it doesn ' t seem long since I was seven and had a bran new school- bag. We then went upstairs to see the girls ' rooms, and that ' s where you reach the heart of the whole house. Oh, those rooms with their little blue cots, and gay pennants and photos! Some THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 13 of them were so neat and tidy, others so jolly and happy-go- lucky, with things in riotous confusion — and others just medium I Being a just medium myself, I appreciated them, too. A mysterious excitement seemed to be in the atmosphere, for it was the night of the Annual Hallowe ' en Masquerade, and all sorts of marvellous feminine concoctions peeped from unexpected corners. In one room we found piles of the daintiest and most original hand-painted programmes, and the Editor wished she had been asked to the party, and the Methuselah feeling came back, and she heaved a tiny sigh. In the gymnasium, which is connected with the house by a covered passageway, busy girls were tacking up jack-o ' lanterns, and draping sheets on Judys to give a gruesome ghost-like effect. I looked at the smooth hardwood floor and thought that many, perhaps all, of the dainty little feet that would trip over it so blithely that night, would trip at many a more brilliant social function, but, I venture to say, never at a happier one. We went back to the house, and, on the way out, peeped into the girls ' sitting-room, where needles were flying through mysterious garments, which were — Only pari of what I ' m going to wear, and you ' ve no idea what it ' ll be like! We also peeped into the drawing-room. The part I saw, which was the amount we opened the door (about seven feet by three inches), was very- grand, but we retreated precipitously on finding we had tracked the aspiring vocalist to her lair! When I was once more wending my way across the bridge I had another attack of the Methuselah feeling, but the heartache was not as bad, for I could love the new Branksome almost as well as the old. Let us all wish it, and Miss Read, every success in the fresh endeavors to have the word Branksome stand for all that is best and truest and noblest in the women who will take their places of various degrees of responsibility in all parts of the world — from Formosa to Alaska, from Australia to Paris — and, most of all, right here in our own Canada. Our best wishes go, too, to our beloved Honorary Principal. May she never have cause to be ashamed of one of her Branksome Girls ! 14 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN Our Fourth Annual Alumnae Meeting, which we held last June, was very similar to that of the preceding year. As there were about one hundred girls present, the members of the executive were called upon to give much time and thought to the luncheon, which they gladly did. We were honored by the presence of Miss Scott, Miss Read and nearly all the Branksome staff. The graduating class of the school, as well as many out-of-town Alumnas members were also with us. The gymnasium was very prettily decorated in honor of the occasion with the school colors, each table having a centrepiece of ferns, surmounted by a tall basket of flowers tied with red ribbons. After the luncheon the following toasts were proposed : — 1. ' ' Their Majesties, proposed by Jean Morton. 2. The School, proposed by Olive Kinnear, replied to by Miss Scott. 3. The Principals, proposed by Rita Chesnut, replied to by Miss Read. 4. The Absent Members, proposed by Marguerite King, replied to by Marie Thompson. 5. The Branksome Babies, proposed by Hilda Rutherford, replied to by Mrs. Hawkins. 6. The Future Alumnae, proposed by Mrs. Plant, replied to by Marie Parkes. After the toasts to The School and The Principals, Miss Scott and Miss Read were presented with bouquets by the Alumnag. Our Retiring President, Ethel Ames, also received a bouquet given by the members of the Executive as a token of appreciation of her untiring services for the Association. We very much regret Ethel ' s decision to retire from active service, and wish to tell her how much we have enjoyed working under her for the past two years. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 15 Miss Read very kindly took the chair during the election of officers for the season 1912-13. The results of the elections were as follows : — Editor of the Slogan — Hilda Rutherford. Business Manager — Joan Stewart. Assistant Business Manager — Rita Black. Honorary President of the Alumnae — Miss Scott. President — Rita Chesnut. First Vice-President — Mrs. Plant. Second Vice-President — Grace Morris. Secretary — ' Marguerite King. Assistant Secretary — Margery Kilmer. Treasurer — Jean Morton. After a considerable amount of social intercourse and many good-byes the meeting broke up. It was voted a huge success by all. Hilda Rutherford has since found herself unable to keep her position as Editor of the Slogan, and Jean Morton has very kindly consented to fill the position. For the coming season we are planning a series of talks by well-known speakers. We are hoping to get our members inter- ested in the various present-day movements and we also hope that the Alumnae will be able to take an active part in helping on some one definite work. As this is the year of the Dickens ' Centenary the Committee was very fortunate in securing the services of Mr. F. M. Bell- Smith, who gave us one of his famous Dickens ' talks at our open- ing meeting. It has been decided to make our February meeting an en- tirely social one, at which we will entertain the Branksome girls. We are hoping in this way to interest them in the Alumnae, and make them more anxious to become members of it when they leave the school. RITA K. CHESNUT. 16 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN One of the most interesting: trips to tourists travelling throngh Holland is that to Yolendam and Marken, the former a small town, and the latter an island in the Zuyder Zee. In both these places the native ccstumes are worn; and very few fail to take this trip as it gives a splendid idea of Dutch peasant life. Early one beautiful morning we left Amsterdam for Volen- dam. Our first stopping-place was Brock, which is said to be the cleanest town in the world, and, as one looks down at the flagstones and at the pretty green and white cottages with their well-kept lawns, one can well believe this. Not long ago the good people of Brock washed their streets with milk, but now all their milk is used for making cheese, which is the chief industry of the town. We visited a farm where we were initiated into the mysteries of its manufacture. We found the church in this quaint little place very inter- esting, too. It is about one hundred and fifty years old, is white- washed on the inside, and, instead of pews, has rush-bottomed, straight-backed chairs, which seem very uncomfortable, and would certainly not tempt one to go to sleep during the service. Thej have a very unique way of taking up the collections — bags, adorned with bells, are passed on long sticks. Under the floor of the church, which is of cement, many people have been buried, and on the grave -of a tailor a huge pair of saissors has been carved. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 17 Our next stopping place was Voiendam. The Yolendamers dress in the quaintest costumes. The men wear long, full baggy trousers, jackets ornamented with large, white china buttons, and tie ' ht-fitting caps. The women wear full skirts and aprons made from two different kinds of material; their hair is cut short, and they wear caps with wings, which are very pic- turesque indeed. The chief industries of the town are duck-raising and fishing. The Island of Marken is about half an hour ' s sail from Voiendam. This island has a population of one thousand three hundred souls — nine hundred adults and four hundred children. It also boasts of four trees and one policeman, who is deaf. Their costumes are somewhat different from those of the people of Voiendam. The men ' s trousers are short and full and they wear sweaters and close-fitting caps. The women wear a great number of petticoats to make their dresses stand out. The more petti- coats one wears in Marken the more stylish one is. Until the age of seven years the girls and boys dress exactly alike, except that the boys have a circular piece of cloth sewn in to form the top of their caps, while the girls have not. At the age of sixteen years a girl has all her hair cut off except enough for two curls, which hang down at either side of her face. Just as we Avere embarking to go back to the mainland we saw a bride and groom. (It appears that, for two weeks after the wedding, the bride and groom keep walking around the island almost continually.) The costume of the bride was very pretty, being beautifully embroidered and trimmed with lace. It is always carefully put away after the wedding and honeymoon and is handed down from generation to generation. The groom ' s costume was very funny, consisting of the short, full trousers and 18 T H E BRANKSOME SEOGAN sweater like those of the other fishermen — all the men on this island are fishermen — but, instead of the tieht-fitt ng- cap, he wore a, high silk hat. He was smoking a clay pipe which was about two feet in length and trimmed with paper flowers. On leaving Marken we crossed to Monnikidam, a quaint, little town, which is the proud possessor of one of those mechani- cal town clocks which one sees so often in Germany. eJust as the hour is about to strike two wooden knights, mounted on wooden horses with lances in their hands, pass and repass, and a little figure blows the hour on a trumpet. After spending a short time in Monnikidam we got on the trolley and in about an hour were back in Amsterdam once more, after a most enjoyable day. AINSLIE McMICHAEL. THE PREFECT ' S LAMENT. Oh, it ' s left, right, left. On Huntley and Bloor and Elm, And oh, but its hard for the girls in the rear. But it ' s harder for her at the helm. For its left, right, left, To the leaders it ' s misery, battle, For when they should sound like but one maiden ' s step. They sound like a whole herd of cattle ! G. McG. THE B RANK SOME SLOGAN 19 Galloping along a lonely country road we came to a little side path, and being venturesome spirits, urged our horse.s through the bushes covered with vines and wild creepers, and came on an old broken-dow n cottage. All around it were signs of neglect and desolatiou. We tied our horses in a dilapidated old stable at the rear of the house, and wandered up and down the deserted garden paths. So this was thej haunted house of which we had heard so much ! The place certainly gave ground for people ' s superstitions. Dead leaves were strewn everywhere, the autumn wind moaned plain- tively through the bare branches of the trees as if crying for a lost soul, and dusk had already overtaken us. My companion glanced nervously around and suggested in a subdued voice that we leave the place and proceed on our way. We were both well armed, however, and, not being superstitious myself. I felt a strong desire to explore the cottage. After a few minutes ' hesi- tation my companion consented, and we ascended the three rickety steps that led to the porch. The house itself was but two storeys in height, and if it had ever been painted the sun, wind and rain had done their work w ell, for the place had taken on that nondescript color which comes from long exposure to all kinds of weather. The few win- dows had been broken long ago, and cobwebs had taken the place of the glass. We pushed the old wooden door. With a mournful groan it swung slowly back on its rusty hinges, and we found ourselves in a long, dark passage. Just then a gust of wind blew in. What ' s that? exclaimed Philip, pulling me roughly by the sleeve, and starting back. He pointed to a doorway ahead, and I saw something white waving to and fro, Richard, I refuse to go any farther, he announced, this may be a den of thieves, Philip, I retorted, exasperated by his foolishness, that is nothing more nor less than a piece of paper blown by the wind. You forget that the door is open. Philip is younger than I and apt to be silly at times. We went on, A large square room opened off either side of the hall, dimly lighted by a single window, most of the plaster had fallen down, and beyond a pile of dirty rags in the corner of one room, we discovered nothing but filth and dust, which w ere in abundance everywhere. At the rear of the building one long room extended the width of the house. It had evidently been 20 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN the kitchen, for in one corner lay a heap of rust-eaten iron which might once have been a stove. From this room there v as a flight of stairs going up. They looked rather shaky, however, and I would have turned back, but now the spirit of adventure had entered Philip ' s soul, and he eagerly protested against such a thought. Indeed we won ' t, said he, his voice expressing fine scorn; so up those shaky old wooden steps we went. The steps objected and creaked ominously, but the top was reached in safety. Upstairs it was black as pitch, and the atmosphere very close ; rats scurried past, and once or twdce we espied the bright eyes of a garter snake. Light a match, Philip, I said, and let us see the place. Philip did so. As the flame blazed up we discovered a short passage in front of us with a room opening on either side of it. The place was as silent as the grave and our voices and footsteps echoed and reechoed through the deserted house. Cautiously Philip opened the door on the right side — just then the match burned out — I struck another. Its light fell on a room similar to the one below with the exception of its slanting roof. We passed out, disappointed. The other will be the same, let ' s go, it ' s getting lat . Philip ' s tone expressed baffled anticipation and discontent. I, however, struck my last remaining light, and opening the other door looked in. Philip! I shouted, Philip! ' ' Philip, w ho was halfway down the stairs, tore up again, three steps at a time. What ' s the matter? he cried, alarmed. There I stood shaking, yes, I must admit it. I always claim it was the cold, but Philip is apt to argue on this point. Philip, there is a man in that room, I whispered. A man or ghost, with a light, too. I never saw a more murderous-looking face in my life. Ghost! nothing! scoffed Philip, as he kicked the door open, first, however, drawing his pistol. Expecting to see Philip murdered I had mine ready also to defend him as best I could. What, then, was my surprise when he burst out into a peal of laughter. I peered cautiously over his shoulder, and his lighted match revealed — a full-length mirror. Ho! Ho! roared Philip, that ' s a good one! Murderous- looking ghost ! Ila ! ha ! Of course after a survey of the room, I was bound to admit I had been mistaken. Why will people leave their mirrors be- hind when they vacate a house? ALLEEN ERB. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 21 ht limliabk rs. ilartin. As I slowly descended the kitchen stairs on New Year ' s eve I heard Mrs. Martin, our charwoman, telling my mother that she could depend on her to help us out with our New Year ' s dinner party, which was to be held the following evening. When I reached the kitchen, my mother was congratulating herself on having discovered such a treasure who would work cheerfully on a holiday ; and, feeling quite content that all would be right on the m.orrow, we both had a fine night ' s sleep. I did the lunch dishes next day as in a dream, thinking of my new, frilly dress, which v as lying upstairs all ready to slip on. A little while after I heard the kitchen door close, and con- cluded that the dinner was already progressing in the capable hands of Mrs. Martin. But w hat a decision! An hour later my sister Constance rushed into my room, exclaiming excitedly, ' ' Elsie, my dear, Mrs. Martin hasn ' t come, and Aunt Tilda and Aunt Julia have arrived unexpectedly. What s7iaiJl we do? I cannot explain my feelings at that moment, as with a savage jerk I pulled off my dress, slipped into an apron and fled downstairs. Sure enough the kitchen was just as I had left it, no Mrs. Martin, and, conse- quently, no dinner. I dashed toward the sink, took a dipper of water and rushed toward the kettle, but alas ! in my haste and excitement I lifted a stove-lid instead of the kettle-lid and threw a dipperful of water upon the red coals. Fortunately no one was hurt, and after a few minutes ' confusion things settled down again. I never did more successful mathematics in my life than in the next hour. I calculated the number of plates, glasses, knives, forks, etc., for twenty guests, in the time it takes a turkey to cook. By this time I could hear some of the younger ones arriving and knew that Constance would have her hands full. Mother had no idea of the state of things in the kitchen, and we had decided not to tell her. Slowly the time wore on, till at last the dinner was really ready, and the guests entered. Of course they were surprised at my non-appearance, but as I knew very few of them, I do not think I was much missed. I had no sooner put the plum pudding on the table and returned to the kitchen than there was a rap at the door, and on opening it I found Mrs. Martin. At first I was frightfully angry. 22 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN Then I thought, with relief, that at least I would not have the dishes to wash, but what was my surprise when the lady entered, and said in explanation: You see. Miss, my sister came up to- day, and as she had tickets for the show this evening it seemed a pity to waste them. Besides, she added, half defiantly, ' ' No one is compelled to work on a holiday. But, I interposed. She interrupted me airily, and went on, You owe me a couple of dollars, and I ' d be much obliged if you ' d pay me, for I thought as how we ' d like a little supper afterwards. Too astonished to speak, I brought her the money and watched her and her companion strut off. I determined then to wash the dishes, slammed and locked the door, and began to consider myself a martyr. Mechanically I went about my work, cleaning more dishes of all sizes, and cut glass than I ever thought we possessed. Then, as I looked down at my soiled apron and thought of Mrs. Martin sitting compla- cently in the velvet seats of some theatre, thoroughly enjoying herself, I sank down with a little sob on a pile of wet tea-towels and ended my New Year ' s Day with lamentations. ISOBEL BRYCE. LIGHT AND SHADE. Oh, maiden of sorrows, of sighs, and of tears, Thy grief draweth pity, thy pathos endears; But when thou approacheth, all light becomes shade. Dark clouds loom above us, the fair flowers fade. Oh, maiden of gladness, of joy, and of mirth, The great planet Jupiter shone at thy birth; And though some see only thy frivolous mind, This world would be better with more of thy kind. MABELLE MARLING. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 23 THE DAY GIRLS OF FORM III, ' 08. Seven little Branksomites, Full of wicked tricks; One of them got married, Which left only six. Six little Branksomites, After learning strive, But one took a big lunch box To Halls — and now there ' s five. Five little Branksomites, Feeling rather sore. One joined the Alpha Phis, And now there ' s only four. Four little Branksomites, A gay quartette would be, But one of them rides in a Hupmobile, Which leaves exactly three. Three little Branksomites, But, if what we hear is true, One stopped off in Lindsay To shop (?) — so now there ' s two. Two little Branksomites Having lots of fun, One became a demonstrator, So now there ' s only one. One little Branksomite, Left all alone. They made her Editor-in-Chief of the Branksoirie Slogan, and she can ' t even think of a rhyme to finish this sad ditty. Epilogue — And now of all these Branksomites, Who once went to our Hall, And there learned many wondrous things, We can find no trace at all. J. A. M. 24 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN I ' tstnm Wnnt (BnutU Wtan. La montagne, contre laquelle notre nuage alia se heurter etait terriblement froide. J ' etais iin atome de vapeur, et a ce contact je sentis frissonner tout mon petit corps. Je savais que je possedais des qualites de liquefaction, mais maintenant que ce changement se faisait en moi si soudainement, je ne pouvais m ' empecher de laisser tomber plusieurs grosses larmes. Bientot, je me trouvais entoure de beaucoup de mes amis, dans une petite riviere qui coulait au pied de la montagne-. La, nous passames quelques jours charmants, jouant gaiment avec les rayons du soleil qui venaient se mirer dans notre eau claire. II faisait un temps superbe, et les journees semblaient etre des minutes, mais pen a peu je remarquai que tons mes amis, dispar- aissaient, et que j ' etais presque seul. Cela me rendait triste et solitaire, et lorsque je voulais pleurer, je ne pouvais pas, parce qu ' un petit rayon avait vole mon coeur et mes larmes. Quelques semaines apres, nous entendimes des hommes se disputer et se tuer entre eux. Je crois qu ' on appelle tout cela la guerre, que les hommes veulent pour I ' honneur de leur patrie. Certainement, je prefererais la vie de mes freres a I ' honneur de la patrie, si j ' etais homme, mais une petite goutte d ' eau ne pent guere comprendre les actions humaines. Je sais seulement que quelquefois notre riviere fut terriblement souillee de rouge. Un jour deux soldats vinrent pres de moi et parlerent d ' une grande victoire, mais ils parlaient a voix basse, pour ne pas troubler dans leur repos tons les blesses qui les entouraient; et pendant que je me demandais ce que c ' etait qu ' une victoire, on me prit avec plusieurs de mes compagnons pour refraichir les levres fievreuses d ' un soldat mourant. Ma misision sur la terre etait accomplie, j ' avals; apporte un bienfait ; et un rayon de soleil me remporta au ciel. MABELLE MARLING. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 25 It was about four-thirty in the afternoon when the cyclone struck Regina. In a few moments the air was full of dust, flying pieces of timber, and all kinds of debris from the houses. Sud- denly it became perfectly dark. My sister, her friend and I were in my bedroom, and were not able to get out of it before we heard the windows crashing downstairs. I shouted to the girls, but they could not hear me, so I took hold of them, and dragged them into a clothes ' closet in the room. The roar was deafening. The house seemed to rock on its foundations. Then it flashed on me that probably the house would collapse, and we should be buried in the closet, and per- haps smothered to death ; I turned suddenly and shoved the door open. The worst of the storm was over, though only a few min- utes had elapsed, but it was still quite dark, and the remains of blinds, curtains and glass, blew into the room with every gust of wind. The air had a peculiar odor and the rain came pouring down. As we ventured out of the room we discovered that the door was smashed to slivers, and there was quite a pile of boards in the hall. We went on down the stairs. All the windows were broken, blinds, curtains, and screens, were ruined, pictures and many other things were missing. We were not alone long, as many of our friends, who knew that just the three of us were at home, came to see if we had escaped. They brought us accounts of other people who were very much worse off than we were. Some houses were badly damaged, some upside down, and others razed to the ground and their occupants buried beneath the ruins. The after-experience was worse than the actual three min- utes of the storm. People with their faces cut and bleeding, rushed up and down the streets, calling for axes and saws to begin the work of releasing those who were buried beneath the collapsed houses. Ambulances were lined up t)TL the side streets ringing their bells to direct the rescuers carrying the injured or dead from the scene of the disaster, church bells tolling and fire whistles blowing, all added to the horror and confusion of the scene. 26 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN One is struck with amazement as one walks through the wrecked portion of the town to-day, that many, many more were not killed. How miraculous must have been the escapes from death ! It will take only a few years to make the place itself look as it was, indeed much improved; but a lifetime will not serve to blot out the sorrow which many sustained by the loss of loved ones ; and the experiences of some of the survivors will never be forgotten. BEATRICE BAKER. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 27 Salman QDanit rg in lltctoria During my trip to the Coast this summer, one of the most interesting and enjoyable days was spent in Victoria. We were anxious to go through a salmon cannery while there, and a iriend of ours who was verv kind in showing us the .sights of the town, drove us out early in the morning to withinl half a mile of one of the canneries. This half-mile we had to walk, along a railway track in the pouring rain. (Victoria, we were told on good authority, has very little wet weather, and we just hap- pened on an unfortunate day.) On entering the cannery we found the atmosphere extremely fishy, so much so that we were doubtful as to whether our strength of mind would prove sufficient to keep us there for the appointed time. Fortunately we became more or less used to the overwhelming fragrance, and were able to follow the foreman around and see pretty well what was going on. That morning they had had what they called a small catch, something like twenty-seven hundred fish, but to our unsophisticated eyes it seemed an immense quantity. When the fish are brought in they are left in a big pile on the floor at one end of the building and are taken up, a few at a time, and held in a machine which cuts off the heads and tails, and splits open the bodies. The insides are taken out and then the fish are sent along a moving belt, past a number of large tubs, where Indians wash them. When one of the workers is ready for more fish, he just opens a little wooden door at the top of his tub and this blocks the progress of the fish on the belt and turns them off into his tub. When he has enough he shuts the door again. After being washed, the salmon are passed on to another row of workers, who cut them up. Then the pieces are taken to tables, where they are put into cans with the skin laid next to the tin. The tins are taken on large trays to a machine that has little brushes for cleaning off the grease and then they travel along, single file, on a belt to another machine, where the tops are placed on and soldered. Next they are put in ovens and steamed for half an hour. After that the cans are dropped in boiling water to find out if there is any air inside. If there is air a little hole is punched in the top of the tin to let it out, and then it is soldered up again. The cans are now put back in the oven and steamed for an hour at a temperature of 240 degrees Fahrenheit. 28 THE BRA NKSOME SLOGAN When they are cool a little Japanese man shakes each tin, and can tell very quickly which are full and which are under- weight. The full ones are all put together and sold as first-class. All the tins are piled up, brick fashion, to within a few feet of the ceiling, and in the winter they are lacquered and labelled. The cans are made, too, in the same building, during the winter time. The emploj ees in this cannery are of mixed nationality, Indians, Chinamen and Japanese. Quite a number of Indian women were at work, and they sometimes work, we were told, with papooses strapped on their backs. We were surprised to see a number of Indian children playing around on the floor, apparently happy in spite of the prevailing fishiness. It seems they have machinery which can do the work the women would do, as satisfactorily and more quickly, but they have to employ the women in order to keep the men. We left the cannery to wend our way back along the rail- way track, still in the teeming rain, feeling considerably en- lightened and moderately curious as to whether we should relish canned salmon at our next encounter quite so much as on previous occasions. The whole process was conducted in a very cleanly manner, but sometimes these glances behind the scenes are anything but appetizing. I, for one, I am glad to say, find myself quite able to enjoy the product still without being haunted b} mem- ories of raw and mutilated fish. ETHEL M, AMES. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 29 Let ' s look as if we were quite used to it and didn ' t feel a bit nervous, we said. So we tried to adopt an extreme!} non- chalant expression, and marched up to the sacred portals of that most dreaded, and afterwards most loved, of institutions, the University of Toronto. Of course I think the standpoint of any girl who has lived in the city all her life cannot be that of a true Freshette, for she knows so very many of the irls at Varsity, in comparision with a girl who has gone to school in some far-off town all her life. Nevertheless, I am sure my inward feelings were quite ' •fresh and green enough, even if my outward appearance was a little more composed than that of some others. We were very fortunate in having someone to take us round to register and enroll nearly all the time. But, if we were left to our own resources in the halls for more than a minute, we felt like fish out of water. We did feel at home, it is true, in the cloak-room, where only a few months before we had taken last despairing looks into a Latin book or European History, and had gone in to an examination resolved never to forget that 476 was the date of the fall of Rome. Five minutes later we were debat- ing whether it was the Battle of Adrianople or Chalons! The East Hall also had a familiar aspect, and we recognized with delight the dear, beautiful, ugly old Indians, who line its walls. They had certainly been inspiring when we wanted to write ' ' solch un ' ' for ' ' such, a, in a French exam ! Now, however, in that hall beautifully printed signs were tacked up in different places with French, Oerman, La tin, etc., inscribed thereon. And we stood in line and wended our way very slowly up to the Registrar ' s desk to receive the precious little cards which w e must not lose under any consideration. Then we went to the tables under the various signs and the pro- fessors there said: Monday, 2 to 3, room 65; or Tuesday, 9 to 10, room 6; or Friday, 10 to 11, West Hall. We gazed helplessly at one another and said: Yes, Monday, from 6 to 5, room 2 or 3, but Tuesday? The poor man sighed, and repeated it all over again, only to leave us in a worse muddle than before ! At last it was over, and we had leisure to look around. Stately Seniors stalked about in gowns and directed poor, be- wildered Freshies. Here and there a happy group of friends gath- ered, who had not met since the spring — or perhaps since the 30 THE BRANKSOME SEOGAN results of the sups came out! Everyone looked jolly and happy, and I decided that it might not be so terrible after aP to give up the dear old school-life at Branksome for that at Varsity. (Needless to say, I never have that feeling when I am over at School, or meet any of the Elouse of Lords !) That first afternoon we went to hear the President ' s address at Convocation Hall. Everything was certainly lively there ! A number of us went in together and were carefully — and loudly — counted. Then, just as we got seated, a hapless Freshman elected to sit near the front. Instantly cries of Pass him up sounded, and before our admiring eyes dozens of willing ' hands lifted him. to the skies, then FFt him down again in his new place, right side up with care ! It certainly was a funny sisrht. Every Freshman who came in that way was passed up. The i ery green and fresh ones struggled madly to keep their feet on the floor which, of course, was utterly impossible. Others, after a futile grab at thin air, abandoned themselves to the inevitable. Others, who had been to boarding-school, we decided, went up quite gracefully, one or two even waving to the assembled multi- tude! Between the passings up the different college and year yells were given, and the uproar was delightful, especially when it was accompanied hy numerous groans. When the Faculty came in and seated themselves, there was a breathless ' moment, and I expected God Save the King, but no — Toronto, Toronto, Toronto, Varsity! We ' ll shout and fight for the Blue and White And the honor of U. of T. A riperty, a raperty, a ripertv raperty re, Toronto, Toronto, Toronto Varsity! Just that shout coming in perfect unison from hundreds of strong throats, in that domed building, was about as impressive as anything I ever heard. There were no groans that time, be- cause everyone there felt that it was the best yell of all, the one in which all could join together. When we first started lectures things seemed hopeless. My first notes are utterly ridiculous jumbles of nonsense, but I soon got to know what were important points and to let the others go. It was also dreadfully embarrassing to be stamped and clapped when we came into a lecture, but we soon made a point of going early to some lectures. One thing which amused and mixed us was the seemingly endless number of societies to join, meetings to attend, lists to sign, fees to pay, and— notices to read! Some people say thev can always tell a Freshette because she reads all the notices, bnt THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 31 I ' m sure we should have missed a great many lectures and meet- ings if we had not carefully scanned the notice board every raorning. It was a dreadful blow when we heard w e had to wear gowns ! It seemed as though we should be most frightfully conspicuous in them. As far as we could see only Seniors wore gowns, but soon the very good Freshies adopted them, and now it is quite a common sight to see three or four gowned females hastening down the corridors with yards of black material flow- ing behind them. It certainly gives them a learned and academic air, and I do not think it will take us long to get used to them. The first year elections caused much excitement. There was a long list of nominations, and we felt very important as we went up to the West Hall to cast our votes. As soon as we got any- where near the door we were met by an army of men, holding out cards on which So and So for President, or So and So for Treasurer, etc., was inscribed. A manly voice said, May I solicit your support as Councillor? We said Certainly, grasped his card, and two seconds later gave the same promise to someone else. Then we went up to a table where two grave-looking indi- viduals sat, one of whom signed and handed out a long list of nominations, and the other looked up our names in a fat book and crossed them off. We tried to retire with our slips and make our little crosses in peace, but about a dozen men crowded around, saying, Vote for So and So as Athletic Director. He ' s the best man in the year! We marvelled at the vast number of best men there were! I might say here that all males are men at Varsity, whether they are boys of sixteen or so, whom you have always considered mere children, or real men somewhere near thirt} It makes no difference, there are no boys at Varsity, and even the girls are spoken of as w omen ! The morning after the elections everyone crowded round the notice board to see the results. There were cries of delight or groans of disgust as the different names were read out. But the year of 1T6 felt itself quite big when it was able to talk of Our Executive. It seemed then, as if we really belonged to things and were just as well organized (in our own opinion at least) as the Sophs, our worst enemies and dearest friends. And we feel we have this advantage over them, that we have a whole year more than they have before us in which to make good. A. E. MARIE PARKES. 32 THE BRANKS OME SLOGAN The unexpected often happens. Little did we think as we started from the cottage on a bright August morning that before noon we would have to ask assistance of the large tugboat. We were a gay party of about fifteen girls. The only men, of the party were Dad, and the men on the launch. All went merrily until after we had gone about seven miles, and, as Dad was at the wheel, we were perfectly happj Unfortunately for us, as we neared the swing bridge, the bridge-tender swung it a little farther than usual, and when the launch went under the bridge in this unusual course, it landed on a sunken crib. The boat received a terrific jarring, and we were tossed about considerably. Our two young children were very much fright- ened, and even the older members of the family did not feel at all safe. It did not take us long to decide that we would all be much happier out on the river in the rowboats, and, as it hap- pened, we had three boats with us. All of the campers at the summer resort offered us their aid also, and we had little trouble in finding accommodation for everybody. We decided that the aid of the large river tug was neces- sary to pull the launch off the crib, so we whistled five times, a signal for help when in distress. The tug was soon at our side, and then we found out how badly we had grounded. It seemed that our boat had gone across the pier, until the keel at the stern was caught on the filling of the pier. The humor of the occasion presented itself here, as we looked about us and saw two small children with swollen eyes in one boat, another boat filled with happy girls, each with a camera in her hand, and still another boat with the older members of the party in it. Our guide, the engineer and a few helping friends soon tied a strong rope to our launch, and began to pull away, but the poor old thing was stuck fast. The guide got out in the water on the crib, which was just deep enough to reach his knees. Guides are so used to dampness that that did not seem to bother him. We found that this method was not going to be satisfactory, so each one offered a suggestion. After about an hour of hard labor our little craft slid off the crib into deep water, floating and none the worse for its accident. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN S3 While all of this was going on, the traffic of the town was stopped, so, when the bridge was again swung back in place, it was almost overwhelmed with life. The launch was tied to the farther wharf, each rowboat brought in its burden and we started on our way again, a very merry crowd, undismayed by this little accident. MARGUERITE KING. 34 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN THE BRANKSOME SCHOLAR. I am a little Branksome girl, Not yet launched in the social whirl ; I dearly love my teachers true, And everything they say I do. On Sunday I put up my toys ; I do not look at naughty boys, For into wicked men th ey ' 11 grow. And to a warmer place they ' ll go. I save my pennies for abroad, To send to orphans in Manmad ; I make for these small heathen, too. Gay silk work-bags of many a hue. And oh, to Branksome Hall I ' ll stick; And later on I ' ll try matric; At Christmas time they ' U hang for me A funny ( ?) joke upon the tree. R. L. A Belie of til e House of Lords ' THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 35 It was towards the end of September, 1881, that our party, which had been exploring the country at the foothills of the Rockies, left its summer paradise, the home of the Blackfeet Indians, and started eastward. Crossing the Cypress Hills we journeyed three days over the prairies when we were overtaken by that enemy of travel, the Northwest blizzard. Camp was pitched and impatiently we were waiting for the storm to subside, when we were surprised to see two figures approaching along the trail through the driving snow. As they came nearer we made them out to be a tall stalwart man and a young girl, their dark, smooth complexions betokening Indian blood. A thin, wolfish Indian dog trotted ahead guiding them along the trail, for they were both snow-blind. As the Indian joined the group about the fire and stretch- ing out his cold hands to the heat, said in good English, How nice and warm, we could not fail to see in this castaway Indian a nobler type of manhood than Indians are usually given the credit of possessing. For a few moments there was silence, and then, as if in apology for his intrusion, he said, I am only a poor Indian, Humphry Faveur. My daughter and I were overtaken by the storm and nearly perished with the cold. Then, as if remember- ing his one-time greatness as the hero of many fights, he drew himself up, saying, However, there are many brave and good Indians. Behold, the mark of the poisoned arrow of the sneaking Blackfeet! and he drew aside his blanket, exposing a nasty scar on the side of his right knee. We asked him to tell the story of how he had received the scar and, due probably to the warming effect of a draught of firewater, secured from the medicine chest, he gave us the follow- ing tale : — 36 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN Long before the white men had come to our plains I was head warrior for Big Black Bear, chief of the ' Cree nation. One day after returning from the hunt to my tepee in the Cypress Hills (you know we always hunt small game alone), I found my squaw sitting with bowed head, looking very sad. Standing before her I asked what had happened during my absence, and, Avithout raising her head, she replied : — ' Three nights ago I heard the small owl screech but could not find him. That night I dreamed that the Blackfeet had lain in wait for our young men, as they went to gather gum from the silver pines on the far side of the hills, and had killed them all. The second night I dreamed the same dream. Last night, though I tried to forget, I saw again our young men being surrounded and killed. I am sad because I know that it is true. ' I knew also that what my squaw had dreamed must be true. We packed our furs and skins and started at once along the trail to our village. On the way many other braves left their hunting fields and joined us, but when we reached the village we found the old men, squaws and papooses who had been left there, quite undisturbed. They had not heard of any Blackfeet being in our country. My squaw had described the surroundings of her dream and it was easy for me to tell where all had taken place. Many times when I was a young man I had gone with others to gather gum from the same silver pines to put upon our eyes in the fall and spring when the glare from the snow makes us blind. We sent out runners to bring in our braves, and in a day the village was filled with excited bucks, anxious to get to the scene of my squaw ' s dream, for it was found, when the young men of our village were counted, that twenty-two were missing. When it had become dark we started by trails, known to our tribe alone, and by daybreak had reached the pines. Here we kept careful watch u itil bright day, afraid to smoke our kinnawinick, lest prowling Blackfeet should be near. A small party was sent ahead and in a short time they returned to tell us that they had found the place where the young men had been gathering gum. When we came to the trees, Avhere the blisters had been recently broken, we searched the ground but could not discover any sign of a fight. However, it was not long until an old Indian uttered a grunt of satisfaction. He had found a gum bag partl} filled. We trailed the owner of the bag, and after going a short distance, the braves, leading the way, stopped sudden -y, while over their faces gradually .stole a look of horror and disma.y. Before us in an open space, surrounded by a thick undergrowth of willows, lay our young men, but not one alive to tell the tale of how they had been entrapped. Their THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN ■37 bodies were pierced with arrows, the arrows of the Blackfeet ; ' some had been slain by tomahawks, and all their scalps had been taken. A passion for revenge took possession of us, but all were silent nntil Big Black Bear spoke : Our enemy, the Blackfeet, know that we think not always of war, but often go on the peaceful hunt. Because the buffalo have moved eastward for a season we shall have plenty and will prosper, while the Blackfeet will have a hard winter. Yet tliey would not accept our offer to cross our hunting grounds on account of their hatred to the Cree nation. Our young men must be avenged and every scalp repaid fourfold to their kinsmen be- fore revenge is complete. ' Our nation was now on the warpath. While some of the young braves returned to the village for ponies and dried meat, a Council of War was held. It was decided to follow the trail of the Blackfeet. Though they might try to cover their tracks we were sure that the Cree was a match for the Blood (from their arrow-tips we knew that it was this hated branch of the Blackfeet who had slaughtered our young men). Having first made sure that all the enemy had left our country, we searched and found the trail where they had left the wooded lands for the plains. At daybreak we started, a band of three hundred braves. an4 by the second night had trailed them to the Rock, where a spring bubbles up from beneath, now called by the white men Se ven Persons ' Coulee. As we were now approaching the Blood reserve we moved cautiously, and by sunset had reached the St. Mary ' s River. Here we found that the Blackfeet were awaiting us, encamped farther up on the opposite side of the river. Before daybreak we crossed at the ford farther down, and then our chief divided us into three bands, one mounted and two on foot. I was placed in the band with Big Black Bear. When all the braves were gath- ered together our Chief addressed us : ' We are all that stands between the cruel Blackfeet and our squaws and papooses ; every brave must fight like two men, not giving nor expecting any quarter. We may not see one an- other again at the Cypress Hills, but the Great Spirit will be with us and will guard us against the poisoned arrows of our hated foes. If there are any squaws amonsfst us, let them turn their faces to the hills and return to the villages. ' As the first rays of sunlight fell across the plains we ad- vanced towards the Blackfeet. Our mounted braves, shouting their battle -cr} and shooting their arrows, charged the main body and drove many of them to the bank of the stream. Then our bands on foot advanced and the battle raged, a hand-to-hand conflict. Tomahaw ks flashed in the sun and the air was filled S8 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN with the yells of the warriors. The Blaekfeet greatly outnum- bered our little band, and the fight seemed to be gradually going against us, though we fought like fiends, fired with the desire for revenge. I saw that our noble chief had been separated from the rest and surrounded by the Blaekfeet. I rushed to his aid, and together we slew two of them and drove the others to the river, Finding that we were being driven back and would soon, be surrounded, we collected what remained of our braves into a body, and with the war cry of the Crees, fiung ourselves upon the enemy. They could not withstand our attack, and were driven over the steep bank into the torrent below. Those who ' struggled to the surface were picked off with arro-ws or killed with tomahawks by our young men. In this battle at the St. Mary ' s River one-third: of our braves were slain and half of the remainder wounded (this sear shows where one of the poisoned arrows pierced my knee), but the massacre of our young men in the grove of silver pines had been avenged. ' Many other stories and legends of the Crees were told us; by Humphry Faveur as we journeyed together across the plains as far as Fort Qu ' Appelle. GRACE M. MORRIS:. There goes the belli THE B R A N K S O M E SLOGAN 39 The season in Atlantic City is at its height in the months of May and September. It is then that thousands of people from :all over the continent visit this popular resort. My first visit to Atlantic City, however, was in the month of October, when the hint of frost in the air reminded u.s that winter was approaching, A great feature of Atlantic City is the Board Walk, extend- ing for five miles and about as v ide as Yonge street. It is made doubly interesting by the stores and hotels facing it on one side :and the great, wonderful ocean on the other. To anyone visiting Atlantic City for the first time the store windows are a source of great amusement and pleasure ; the wares are laid out in such a fascinating way with attractive signs promising ' ' Regular one-dollar value for forty-eight cents, and many people (I speak from sad experience) who are tempted and buy these things, find farther along the Board Walk the self- same article for twenty-five cents. It is annoying, but all part of Atlantic City. The hotels are interesting, too, and range from the big Marlborough-Blenheim, to the small, insignificant boarding- houses ana caies displaying their bills of fare. The piers form a great attraction, and extend a long way into the ocean. They who brave the mighty breezes and find them- selves at the end of a pier feel truly that they are on the ' ' briny deep. One of these piers was built by a Mr. Young, and so is called Young ' s Million Dollar Pier, ' His summer house is situated about the middle oi the pier. On a cool October day it looks rather chilly. On this pier twice a day big nets of fish are drawn up. This is an extremely interesting sight on account of the great variety of fish in the nets. The trained seals may also be seen on this pier, and are really more intelligent than one would imagine. Riding in the bath chairs forms one of the distinctive occu- pations on the Board Walk. It is the custom for everj one to have a chair and to be taken about in it by a negro for an hour or two. There are about two thousand of these chairs in operation, and one may hire them at intervals along the walk where darkies stand and call out invitingly, Have a roller, have a chair, have a rolling chair, or Have a chair dowm, have a chair down. 40 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN It is certainly interesting to observe the characteristics of these negroes. We had a very amusing one in our hotel, who ran the elevator. I used to tell him that one of the surest ways to rise in the world was to go up in an elevator. He enjoyed jokes; as much as anyone I have ever met — particularly his own. One morning, soon after I received word from home asking me to write an account of Atlantic City for the Slogan, I was coming down in the elevator when George enquired what all the paper I was carrying was for. Well, George, I said, I am trying to write an essay (that sounded important) on Atlantic City, for our school paper at home. Well, Missy, he replied, don ' t forget the elevator boy, and so I promised him I wouldn ' t, although I was doubtful how he would be received by the sedate editors of our Branksome Slogan. And I must not forget the ponies, the dear little Shetland ponies who stand so patiently on the beach and look so delighted if small boys or girls are placed on their backs. Sad to say, in the cool autumn days the little ponies and the larger horses, too, get stiffened up with rheumatism and one is sorry then to see them on the beach. ! THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 41 Naturally the number of bathers is small in October com- pared to the number in September, but there are still a few who venture out and dive as gaily through the waves as if it were a warm summer day. One day it seemed to be quite the fashion for everyone who owned dogs to take them in, too. One big black dog went out on his master ' s shoulder and when he was finally ducked swam bravely by the man ' s side for ten or fifteen minutes. Another small canine was captured by a lady and taken into the water, but he seemed to have an intense dislike to the rolling waves, for, as soon as he was put into them he pulled for the shore as fast as his little legs could go. The flower-stands on the Board Walk are a great temptation. Flowers can be bought there much more cheaply than they can in Toronto. So, to put it mildly, there is plenty of opportunit.y given for spending money. In summing up the amusements and pleasures of Atlantic City we surely must not forget the ocean. As we watch the ebb and flow of the tide, and listen to the roar of the breakers on the shore we can understand something of the feeling which in- spired Byron when he wrote : Roll on, thou dark and deep blue ocean, roll, Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain, Man marks the earth with ruin: His control stops with the shore. D. 0. T. 42 r H E B R A N k: s o me slog a n- CRUSH, CRUSH, CRUSH. Crush, crush, crush, On teachers and girls as well, With a longing last long lingering look At the tinkle of the bell. Oh, well for the uncrushed maid, As she plods along on her way; For free she is from clinging arms,, And she has no bills to pay. And the stately crush goes on, A scolding from her would Idll — But oh! for a touch of the crush ' s hand,. And one of the looks that thrill. Crush, crush, crush, At the foot of the stairs — ah me! Those tender looks that a crush can give. Will live to eternity. GRACE McGRAW. T ie Triple Alliance. ' ' THE B 1 A N K S () M E S T. ' () G A N 43 mm I0U5 meth If yoli ]iave ever spent a week ait a copper mine in Nortlieni Ontario you h d l)etter not read this, as perhaps your experiences were vastly more exciting than ours ; though at that time we were •quite positive that no party had ever — in all history — started out so gaily (and arrived so tired) as we did. The latter fact we tried to ignore. Por days we had heen planning whether or not it would be possible to accept the kind invitation of our mutual friend John (who originally hailed from Chicago) and hi s jolly sister (also from CMcago, and spending her vacation at the mine) to spend a week with them, twelve miles from anybody, even the game warden, who is a person to be feared during the month of August. It finally was decided that we would go ; ivhich meant thirty miles to drive, tv enty-five the first day, a rest over night, and the remaining five the following day. The last five miles were walked by all of the party except the person who happens to be writino- this, and our genial friend John. ' We drove over a trail tha rivals anything on earth for roughness, and ' John ' really lead Ihe horse most of that five miles, so there was only one of us that arrived there in state, after all. Our costumes for this jaunt were not of the society column order, and off we drove in a big cart (it may have a more stylish name but we have never heard it) three men, three females ' of the species and enough supplies for a month at the mininf camp. An extra horse — named Nellie — brought up the rear of our imposing outfit. As we did not meet a single soul from iioon until six oVlock, nobody was imposed! Then, when we had firmly decided that never again would we be limber enough to move (that cart being innocent of springs) we were driven to a comfv farm house, where a very bark-v doo ' aunoun. ed us ard a good natured farmer-lady met us, ushering us in to the best supper that was ever set before mortals. (The proverbial little sparrow had told her to expect us.) A little rest after supper, then we were hustled into our chariot so that we would reac the river before dark. The road was so rough, the men walked most of the way, but we got there just as it w as growing dusk. It happened to be the Mississauga River and the current wms very swift, so the ceremony of getting the whole party over occupied more than an hour. 44 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN A huge flat-bottomed boat, manipulated by the men, con- veyed the guests and supplies over first, then back they went, perched our wagon on the boat, rowed to our side, unloaded it, then back once more when John collected the three horses and with a rein attached to each he boarded the boat, the horses swimming three abreast against the current. The final landing made, a walk of one mile brought us to the cabin where we were to spend the night. We surely were a sleepy, happy throng ! And that cabin ! It was so exactly like a cabin ought to be, even though it had neither doors nor windows, just the skins of many moose and deer — and how we loved it ! After toasting our toes before a great camp-fire we had a final supper of Campbell ' s soup, and extract of coffee with condensed milk (you couldn ' t believe how good it all tasted), then we were shown to our rooms. It may help you to enjoy the party if we explain that our sleeping quarters were in the loft of the barn, one side being reserved for the girls — the men across the way. If you have never slept in a hay mow, reached by a rickety and almost rungless ladder, you have missed a heap of fun. As the rule, No talking after retiring, was strictly kept, we had one glorious rest, and were only slightly stiff from our journey. Our breakfast was served in our apartment, the men having gone out early and captured some speckled trout from the near- by brook. After dressing in our prospectors ' outfits we started for a special treat — to really shoot some really rapids. They were about five miles up the Mississauga, and we reached the starting point by trail. We were put into the canoes and cautioned to sit square and not breathe crooked for fear of our very lives! We did live, as you may infer, but we were rather damp and excited, because it was a sure- ' nough thrilling ride. At the mine there were three cabins, known as the cook hoiise, the bunk house and the office. The latter was usually John ' s ' residence, but deeded for the time being to us. The camp cook and the superintendent of the works received us and the appe- tites we had collected en route were regaled with delicious moose steaks, and a most elaborate assortment of cakes and pies. We each had a granite plate, cup and set of necessary imple- ments assigned to us. The superintendent, who was otherwise known as Uncle Sam weighed not one ounce less than three hundred pounds and ' entertained us with tales of his adventures in other part ot the world— the diamond mines in Australia principally -and as a good-night caution told us not to scream if we heard the wolves howling during the night. We didn ' t take- this idea very ser- iously until about three o ' clock in the morning when we were THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 4o awakened by a weird moaning in the distance and a decidedly creepy sensation up and down our spine. The noise came nearer. We grasped each other firmly by the hand — prepared to die to- gether — when John ' s kind head popped in at the door and told us not to be alarmed. The wolves were on the opposite shore of the bay, about one hundred and fifty feet from us! We did not care for a closer acquaintance. The days were glorious ! Such sunshine and clear air, and not a sound but the explosions in the mine. We looked forward to being taken down the shaft, which was really a very young one, only sixty feet. There were various ways of going down — in a bucket worked by a pulley, or by a ladder v hich seemed quite steady; the latter method looked the most hopeful from the sur- face, so was chosen. John volunteered to go down a rung or two ahead, then down I started bravely. Oh! how that ladder wobbled, it did not seem to be rooted anywhere and about half way down a new ladder started, the transfer being made with much of John ' s assistance. Finally (it seemed hours) the end was reached, and after splashing into a foot of water we were given lanterns and picked our way along mysterious damp pass- ages, watched the men poke dynamite into holes and collected some good specimens of the ore. It seemed a queer place to be and the weather sixty feet below the surface seemed sixty below zero, so we started on the return trip. Having come down by the ladder route and being none too enthusiastic about it, we decided to come up by the bucket. Fortunately we are thin and capable of folding ourself compactly into a small space, so the pulley was worked — and up we came, bumping the sides every few minutes, till we reached the level asrain and were duly snapped with the bucket for a car, and the works for a background. So, you see., we have proof of our trip into the mine, if there are any doubters among Slogan readers. Space forbids a description of the wonderful days spent on the most beautiful chain of lakes in Northern Ontario, the still- ness of the evenings and the perfect moon, which seemed to be trying to make poets of us all ; — and how we would like to take time to tell you of the two Southern men who were also at the party, one a professor in a Southern University, and his pal from Mexico. Their sole aim Avas to shoot a moose, though they would not have recognized one in a Zoo. But one day, Avhen they had wandered far, the Professor man did shoot an innocent little pheasant all to pieces! He collected the remains carefully and on the return trip met the carefully eluded game warden. It was too cruel! But then we always did suspect John of having seen the game warden fi.rst. and those Southerners w ere so tender. The week passed too quickly ! And the return trip was some- 46 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN times funny and once almost tragic, when the person who, in the first place drove over the trail in state, started back also in, state. It was raining- and after dark, and the trail had not be- come smoother in our absence. ' ' John ' was driving very care- fully. I was holding a lantern at arm ' s length in one hand, a camera and a deer ' s horn (a donation from good Uncle Sam, who ' has since been called away from the mines of this earth), in the other hand, when one wheel of the little buggy hit a projecting log, and over went the whole outfit. Lantern went out, and there was a hundred feet sheer drop down the hill. The trees prev ented me from getting a good start down, and it seemed an age before John found his voice and called. Getting a muffled answer (for my mouth was downwards) he felt along the ground and soon col- lected the girl — the lantern, camera and deer ' s horn clasped tightly in her arms. Wet matches refused to light the wet lantern so the good Nellie horse guided us safely the remainder of the way. Oh ! it was funny ! And we were so wet ! The girls who had walked by the other trail were at the cabin before us and as their trip had also been eventful, most of the night was spent in comparing experiences, getting dry and warm. Quite late (or rather early) we were piloted over to our apartments in the hay mow. We did so hate to go to sleep because it was the last night we were to stay there, and it was not easy to say good-bye to John and his attractive sister, who had given us one of the healthiest, happiest and jolliest weeks we had ever known. H. 0. R. POETICAL SUGGESTIONS! We asked a wise and learned man (Mayhap his name was Peter). He said, Well first decide upon A special kind of metre. We asked a lady what she knew Of metres — she replied: They tell us when the gas bill ' s due — Alas ! alas ! she sighed. This question we put to a man And thusly he replied : Why either meat — or fish ' 11 do If it is nicely fried ! To a gay gallant we then repaired, Said he, without a falter : Well, if vou really want to know, I ' ll meet her at the altar ! J. A. M. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 47 1. m. c. The first meeting of the Y. W. C. A. was held on September the twenty-third. The following officers were elected: Honorary President — Miss Scott. President — Betty Micklehorongh, Secretary — Dorothy Chown. Treasurer — Beatrice Baker. Alice Reid and Dorothy Adams were appointed to look after the cutting out of the flannel underclothes that we make for the Nursing-at-Home Mission each winter. We decided at this meet- ing to continue to pay for the two orphan children in India that Branksome Hall has supported for a number of years, and also to keep the little untainted child in the Leper Mission, whose support we undertook for the first time last year. The next meeting was held on Tuesday, October the eleventh, when Dr. Patterson gave a very interesting talk on Zenana life in India. On the eighth of November Miss Neufeld told us about her work in the Central Neighborhood Mission House in St. John ' s Ward here. They are trying to make good Canadian citizens of the immigrants of all nationalities that are now coming into the city in such numbers. It is interesting to note that men of all denominations are working side by side on the board of the Mission. Miss Edgar then gave a short address on Y. W, C. A. work, which was also very much enjoyed. DOROTHY CHOWN, Secretary. 48 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN October 9th. — The opening meeting of the Beta Kappa was devoted to the election of the following officers : Honorary President — Miss Macdonald. President — Grace McGaw. Vice-President — Jean McDonerall. Secretary — Ainslie McMichael. Treasurer — Dora Thompson. Musical Convener — Anita McLean. Debating Convener — Ruth Langlois. October 18th. — At the second meeting of the Society the programme consisted of several vocal and piano selections, and a debate, Kesolved, That Brutus was justified in taking his own life, which was won by the negative. November 1st. — Instead of the usual fortnightly meeting the Hallowe ' en masquerade was held on this date. When all had arrived, partners were chosen for the Grand March, which was led by the Gold Dust Twins. After winding in and out among the rooms the procession finally proceeded to the gymnasium, which was tastefully decorated in truly Hallowe ' en style with ghosts and pumpkins of all sizes, ranging from the huge lighted ones enveloped in white sheets, to the little ones mounted on black paper, which grinned at us from all over the white walls. Miss Scott received the guests. Three extras were danced, after which the masks were re- moved, and great was the surprise occasioned in some cases. The lights were then turned low, and all gathered in a semi- circle round a huge black caldron and its three guardian witches. Beautiful presents, such as w histles, jack-in-the-boxes, black cats, etc., were given to the possessors of the thirteen lucky numbers, and then followed the fortune-telling, which caused a great deal of amusement. The remainder of the time was spent in dancing, and then all returned to the house, where refreshments w ere served, thus bringing to a close a most enjoyable evening. The costumes were particularly good this year, there being some very fancy as well as pretty ones. Among those present were : Hero and Leander, Romeo and Juliet, The Sunbonnet Twins, a Bride and Groom, Buster Brown, Mary Jane, three dwarfs, Les Miserables, a sailor boy. a number of gypsies, witches and many others. ainslie McMICHAEL, Secretary. Cbristmas Greetings. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 51 IBranksnmites at !Jarsttg. This year, as in former years, Branksome Hall is very well represented at the University. Among those registered in the iirst year are Marie Parkes, Agnes Campbell and Agnes Mc- Gillivray, in Moderns; Phyllis Anderson, in English and History, and Isobel Caldwell, Ethel Walker and Florence Buchner, in OeneraL Stella Fleming passed her first year with second class hon- ors in Moderns, and is back in her second year. Annabel Auld, Jessie Perrier, Mary Taylor and Margaret Maclennan are also in their second year, Joy Robinson and Dorothy Code are registered in third year General, having successfully passed their second year examina- tions. ' The only Branksome girls in the graduating year are Alice Anderson and Laura Aitken, both of whom are in the General Course. Eita Chesnut, who graduated last year with first class hon- ors in Household Science, is back at the University as Assistant Lecturer in Bio-chemistry, LAURA K AITKEN. It isn ' t the thing you do, dear. It ' s the thing you ' ve left undone, Which gives you a bit of heartache At the setting of the sun. MARGARET E. SANGSTER. THE FRANKS () ME SLOGAN The following ' is what came in violent contact with the hearer ' s ears during five minutes in a tea-room: Why, my dear, how perfectly lovely! — Yes, and she told me — Isn ' t the table a dream f — Poor ' ittie fing, he ' s cutting ' his eye-teeth! — Oh! don ' t you just love that man, and doesn ' t he play the grandest game? — Of all the — It was horribly crowded — And she wobbl ed so on that top note — Coffee, please, — - You know she looks ghastly in green — Why, my dear, I forgot to put salt in them — And she told me — After the fifth dance — Oh, I loathe that man — Two ices, please — I don ' t see how she can — I adore these maca- roons — Why, I haven ' t see you for ages — Mother, I want to introduce you to — Is my nose shiny? — I paid seven dol- lars — What a duck of a hat! — There, I knew she ' d spill it — An operation for appendicitis ' — Home from- the West ' — - No, I don ' t know a thing for the personal column of the Slogan! And mere men think we don ' t have a nice time at teas!!! J. A. M. EXCHANGES. We regret to say that owing to Branksome having moved during the summer a great many of the exchanges were lo t. Nevertheless we wish to thank those colleges who so kindly sent us their magazines in exchange for ours and hope to have a com- ] lete list in our next number. THE branksomp: slogan 53 Spditts. The athletic season opened as usual with the election oi officers. The following girls are on the Committee: Secretary — Betty Micklehorough, Treasurer — Ainsiie McMichaeL Captain of Forms IV and V — Grace McGaWv Captain of Form III — Elva Stevenson. Captain of Form II — Rita Harvey. Captain of Form I — Grace Hawke- The Match Team consists of— Goals — Elva Stevenson, Ruth Stewart, Laureda McAndrew-. Centres — Ruth Caven, Mary Macdonald, Betty Mickleborough. Defence — Dora Adams, Marjory Lyon, Marjory Hazelwood. The following girls play on the House Team- Goals — Gladys McEvoy, Crace Hawke, Marjorie Baird. Defence — Marjory Hazelwood, Alleen Erb, Irma Brock. Centres — Mary Macdonald, Grace McGaw, Betty Mickle- borough. The Day Girls ' Team is made up of— Goals — Elva Stevenson, Ruth Stewart, Gertrude lanson. Centres — Rita Harvey, Gladys Trethewey, Georgia Harvey. Defence — Lila Mullin, Gladys Ellis, Jean McGillivray. This year the Junior School are playing basketball and are most enthusiastic about it. The success of this year is largely due to the systematic practices conducted by our indefatigable games ' mistresses, Miss Bruce and Miss Gardiner. 54 THE BKANKSOME SLOGAN A series of very interesting matches have been played be- tween the House Team and the Day Girls ' Team for the Brank- some Hall Shield. As a result the shield was awarded to the Day Girls ' Team,, which won by several points. The first match of the season took place on Monday after- noon, October 8th. We played St. Margaret ' s and the game proved a decided, success for us, in a score of 26 — 6. On Monday, October 15th, we played Havergal on our own court. As usual Havergal played a splendid game, which ended in the score of 15 — 8 in favor of the visitors. The return game with St. Margaret ' s was played Thursday, October 31st. The teams were evenly matched, and the game ended in a score of 15 — 13 in our favor. On November 7th our first game with Bishop Strachan School took place here. Our visitors played under a decided disadvantage, owing to a difference between their courts and ours. The score was 16 — 4 in our favor. We have still to play the return match with Bishop Strachan School, and a match against the Varsity team, which will close our basketball season. We have organized a team to play ground hockey this year a new departure, over which the girls are showing great en- thusiasm. Owing to the increased space in our new grounds the games have been more enthusiastically taken up than ever before and by a greater number of girls. BETTY MICKLEBOROUGH. THE B R A N K S () M R S L O G A Miss Jean McTavish has entered the General Hospital, To- ronto, to train for a nurse. Miss Joan Stewart, our business manager, had a delio htful trip to Chicago and Winnipeg this fall. Mrs. Tom Keefer of Ottawa (Edith Holland), has a little daughter, who arrived in July. Last year ' s assistant business manager, Miss May Mackenzie, was married to Mr. Roy A. Webster, of Hamilton, on September 12th. Among the Branksomites at the wedding were Miss Scott, Rita Chesnut, Annabel Auld, Jean Morton, Joy Robinson, Stella Meming, Daisy Robertson and Edith Kelk. Another interesting wedding was that of Miss Heather Len- nox to Mr. Arthur Trebilcock, on September 16th. Miss Marcia Allen is at the Margaret Eaton School this year. We hear tha t Mar is quite an artist in gymnastics. Miss Esther Eddis, Miss Jean Stark and Miss Constance Craw- ford are Branksomites who make their debut this year. Mrs. Edmund E. King gave a most delightful tea on No- vember 7th, for her daughters. Marguerite and Edna. The Branksomites assisting in the tea-room were : Rita Black. Rita Chesnut, Annabel Auld, Jean Morton, Florence Hamilton and Florence Taylor, of Gananoque, who came to town for the even t. One of the latest engagements of interest to us all is that of Marguerite to Mr. Norman Wheeler. Miss Rosalind Morley is attending the Art School this winter. Miss Rita K. Chesnut, B.A., is demonstrating in Bio-chemistry at Toronto University. 55 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN Miss Euth Caven is going to Macdonald Hall, Guelph, after Christmas. Miss Bertha Alexander, Miss Dorothy Kennedy and Miss Dorothy Deeming are already there. The latest addition to onr Cradle Roll is the tiny son of Mrs, W. E. Cragg, of Ingersoll (Nora Wilson). He arrived on Octo- ber 6 th. Miss Rita Black is very busy these days, being greatly in demand as a singer. Rita is also a brilliant success as a business , manager. We hear that Miss Constance Burke and Miss Phyllis Steven- son are enthusiastic golfers. There are two of our girls who are to be married very soon Miss Theresa Goldie to Mr. Arthur Chamberlin, and Miss Mary Hanna to Mr, Lewis. We wish them all sorts of good luck. One of the loveliest of fall weddings was that of Miss Georgina Sylvester and Mr. Harvey Ellis, which took place on October 2nd. Miss Ida Pearson was maid of honor. Miss Ainslie McMichael, who has been abroad for some time, is back again at Branksome. Miss Lily Thompson was in town for a short time during the summer. We regret very much to say that Miss Hutchison has been ill for some time, but hope she will soon be quite well again. Last June Miss Constance Macdonald was married to Mr. F. A. H. Fitwell in Dawson City. In the same month Miss Ruth Curry and Mr. Ross Austin were married, also Miss Marguerite Woodroofe and Mr. Jack Lees. Sturgeon Lake was quite a rendezvous for Branksomites this summer. Miss Rita Chesnut, Miss Joy Robinson, Miss Stella Fleming, Miss Jean Morton. Miss Edith Wilson, Miss Marcia Allen, Miss Agnes McGillivray and Miss Ruth Caven, all spent some time there. Misses Margaret and Esther Eddis spent the summer at Stoney Lake. Miss Ethel Ames paid a visit to New York in October, after returning from a delightful trip to the Coast with her cousin Edith. Miss Marjorie Warner was another of our girls who spent the summer out West. 57 Miss Marjorie Hulcliins is in New York studying singing. Miss Nora Bell, of Winnipeg, was at the Alpine Club camp. Nora is an eulhusiastic mountaineer. MisB Marie Thompson was in town for a few days early in October. She intends to do private nursing in New York this winter, and she and Marguerite are to live together in a flat. The engagement is announced of Miss Maida Ruttan, Port Arthur, to Mr. T. A. Thompson, of Edmonton, The marriage is to take place in November, Miss Theresa Goldie was out West for a couple of months this summer, in Calgary, Vancouver and the Okanagan Valley. Miss Margery Kilmer visited North Bay for a couple of weeks in October. Miss Irene Warner visited Miss Maida Ruttan in Port Ar- thur this summer. Miss Laura Fitzsimons was married on September 24th to Mr. Frederic Nicolai. Laura was cue of the 1904 girls. Miss Louise Curtis, of Saginaw, Michigan, was married to Mr. Archie S. Hall on the 16th of October. They are now living at 754 Lathrop avenue, Detroit, Mich. Miss Jean Fleck, of Ottawa, has returned from Europe after a year and a half spent in study and travel. Jean was in town for a couple of weeks in October. Miss Cole is in residence this year.. A beautiful autumn wedding was that of Miss Marie Mitchell and Mr. Leslie Scale, which took place on October 19th. Another Branksame engagement is that of Miss Maisie Reid and Mr. Ross Humphrey. The Slogan extends its congratulation?. Miss G-eorgia Watts is at school in Switzerland. Miss Marjorie Lyon, Miss Laureda McAndrew and Miss Elsie Bain are attending the Lilian Massey this year. Miss Mabel Murphy, of Westmount, is at the Toronto Con- servatory of Music, devoting her time to elocution. Miss Mabel Richardson is an occasional at Queen s this year. Miss Marjorie Hopkirk is also continuing her studies there. Miss Ivy McDonald is expected in town after Christmas. 58 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN Miss Louise Maclennan is studying at Trafalgar in Montreal this winter. We desire to send our sincerest congratulations to Miss Helena Wighton on her splendid success in physical culture work. Miss Muriel Allen made a short visit to Toronto recently, but has returned to Regina. We were delighted to see so many out-of-town girls at the first meeting of the Alumna. Apart from the annual meetings; it was the largest one we ever had, and the Executive felt greatly pleased that so many of the girls are still interested in the school and its doings. One of the jolliest events of Tuesday, November the sixth,, was a dinner party given by Miss Dora Adams in honor of the famous House of Lords. Among those present were: Mareia. Allen, Ruth Caven, Agnes McGillivray, Marjorie Lyon, Edith Wilson, Laureda McAndrew, Madeline Chisholm, Rosalind Morley, Betty Mickleborough, Phyllis Anderson, Mollie Ponton, Grace McGaw, Dorothy Chown, Mabel Murphy and Jean McDougall. Miss Florence Taylor, of Gananoque, continues her interest in Pundita Ramabai ' s wonderful work among the child-widows and orphans of India. She has enlisted the co-operation of several ex- Branksome girls, and has thus collected a considerable sum of money for the work. Miss Muriel Robertson is on the staff of Branksome this year teaching piano. The following are some Winnipeg items : Miss Geraldine Stephenson and Mr. Percy Bull were mar- ried last June; and in the same month Miss Alice Fortune and Mr. Charles H. Allen were married quietly. Miss Mary Elliott has been visiting friends in Minneapolis for some time, and has just returned home. On October ' otn Mrs. Crawford gave a large house dance in honor of Constance ' s debut. It was an exceedingly enjoyable dance. Miss Gladys Whyte spent most of the summer at the Coast. This seems to be a habit that Gladys has acquired. The engagement is announced of Miss Gwendoline Richard- son to Mr. Percy Boyce. We all remember Gwennie and her in- numerable ' scrapes. ' One of the large social events of this fall was the wedding of Miss Edith Anderson and Mr. Harry Joyce in October. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 59 IBranksome Conunbrrans. 1. An article o ' t head gear. . , Capp 2. A bird of prej Hawke ■3. A C-anadian General . Brock 4. An English royal house , . . . . Stewart 5. A good sticker , . Burr 6. A bird and a preposition Larkin 7. A county in England , .Sussex 8. A plant that grows in the water Reid ■9. A verb of prevention . , , Hinder 10. A famous type , . , . , Gibson 11. A domestic apparatus. . , , Cook 12. A disciple and a foolish animal Lucas 13. The B. H. Ecclesiastics Bishop 14. Famous fairy tales... , Anderson 15. A make of biscuits , . . Christie 16. A consonant and the Chinaman ' s staff of life Bryce 17. A sting and a weight  Nettleton 18. A mountainous region in Austria Tyrrell 19. The maker of the staff of life Baker 20. Made too much of in school life , Marks 21. Concerning a horse Equi 22. Uncovered Baird 23- Two letters of the alphabet Ellis THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN Scene — tJmon Station. Hotel Porter to young man) — Prince George, sir? Young Man— No, Smitli; Bill Smitli— Ex. Mabel — Miss Soandso is a very noisy lady. Gladys — How is tliat? Mabel — Slie always finislies ber toilet witli a bang-. Little Grirl (at vocal recital during selection from Italian grand opera) — Mother, they ' ve all forgotten the words of the piece, and ever} time that girl tries to tell them they shout at her„ Young Lady (after telling a nice juicy piece of scandal) — And if you tell anyone be sure and whisper, because I promised I ' d keep it a secret. Mother— There now, don ' t whip Johnny. You know the Bible says: ' ' Let not the sun descend upon your wrath. Father — That ' s all right, but it does not say not to let your wrath descend upon the son.— Globe. Pat — How much did they charge you for your lunch 1 Sandy— Ninepence, and I found twopence under the plate. —Life, lust iippos£ Helen brought taffy to school. Miss R. said, How perfectly ridiculous 1 Branksome should turn suffragette. Mary Mac. should argue. Ruth should be late for school. Somebody paid their Beta Kappa fee. Alexe said, My dee-ar. Miss G. said, Oh, I say. Helen said, Je ne sais pas. There was any kissing in the halls. Mabel said, I say, has the bell gone yetf The walk lost the step. There was a King Who had a Queen. He had to Hayter But he couldn ' t Shuter, So he took her up Yonge, And Bloor east and west. 61 Miss M. G. M. (in French) — Learn dire ' also for next day, Ainslie — Oh, dear ! Mabel (learning verses in Isaiah) — I ' m jnst longing to get to John, and then I can makeup. Aileen M. — Well, I ' m going to get my brother a pendant for Christmas. Helen (preparing a tramp ' s costume for the masquerade) — I must have a hole in my stocking, Euth — Oh, don ' t ! You would look much too natural. Miss M. (in German class) — Now, all of you think that sen- tence out. (The class immediately begins to think aloud.) Miss M.— Don ' t think it ' ' out, think it in. Jessie — What is the Yellow Peril? Ruth (vaguely) — Why, you mean cholera, don ' t you? Miss R. — What are catacombs? Aileen — Things butterflies come out of. Dora A. — How do you get there ? Mad — Well, I ' ll draw you a diaphragm of the place. Branksome diseases — Perdritis and Osculitis. Edna (just recovered from a bad attack) — I wonder who I ' ll get a crush on now. Student — Can you change five cents. Miss G. ? Miss G. — I ' ll have to go to the office and gets some cents. Grace (translating the German story about the gold-beetle) — So they took the goldfish out of the ink and dried his hind legs. Miss M. (in Lit.) — You had two speeches to learn for to- day — Friends, Romans, countrymen. and If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. How many are prepared? b ' 2 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN Miss R. (to History of Art class, busy writing the life of Dtirer) — Now, all those who have finished their lives may continue copying their notes. Fortune Teller (to Dora T.) — Well, you ' ' read quite a lot. Helen (on arriving at school one morning} — If I had slept until doomsday, I wouldn ' t be awake yet. Aileene — Oh, this ribbon is so crusher! I Grace — Then, w hy did you wear it when Ruth was around? Madeline — Do you want a bun, Gertrude? Gertrude — Don ' t say bun, say roll, it ' s much more aristocratic. Madeline — Have some butter? Gertrude— Merci, vous etes si bonne. Madeline (decidedly)— Don ' t say bun, say rolL 03 Miss M. (telling the Second Form how to sit) — Now, just put ,YOur seat in your lap. Boarder — Who would like my ticket for the concert to-night? Day Girl (excitedly) — Oh, I would love it. Boarder — She isn ' t going. Day Girl (in a most disappointed tone) — Oh! Who knows how to take a joke? The Editors of the Slogan. Mary (guiltily) — How did you know I had your book? Helen — I saw it in your eye. Irma (looking in vain for her favorite magazine) — My Life, my Life, who has my Life. Maddy (gesticulating wildly) — Don ' t disturb me, Dora, I ' m elocuting. Aileen — Do you object to eating candies on the street? Ruth C. — Not if someone else buys them. Miss G. (relating the events of a football match in the Old Land) — Why. trains came to it from all over the world. Chorus — From all over the world? Miss G. (modestly) — Well, I mean from England. Marjorie — Maddy, I have predicted on this paper what you will be doing a year from now. Madeline — Well, read out your predicament. The Prefect ' s Motto — Make a noise quietly. Miss R. — Isn ' t the gymnasium floor splendid. Mabelle — Yes, they he ' s waxing it now. First Scholar — What does ' ' pourquoi mean? Second Scholar— Why? First Scholar — Well, I want to know ! Miss A. (giving a music lesson) — Now, my dear, you know that one f means forte. what do two f ' s mean? Junior Pupil (sweetly — Eighty. Edith L. (in Geometry) — I don ' t understand that, Miss R. Miss R. — Well, don ' t you see, Edith, that a part of you is greater than the whole of you. A brief tragedy in the French Grammar : ' Elle est nee — She was born. Elle est morte — She died. Elle est montee — She has gone up. 64 THE B R A N K S O M E SLOGAN Scholar — Why doesn ' t happen have a supine in Latin? Miss M. — Oh, just because it happened that way. Betty (to ardent Junior basketball player) — Are you playing centre 1 Little Girl — No, I ' m playing basketball. Despairing Editor to Ruth C. (Nicv. 1st) — Got any jokes for the Slogan? R. C— Tee hee ! Tee hee ! Nothing as yet. (Ed. note — This is a joke! Can you see th e Point?) Annabel — Oh, girls ! Have you heard the latest joke ! Teddy was It, but is now ex-It ! Slie tooted up stairs. ' E B R A N K S O M E SLOGAN 65 6 6 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN ead ' ' We Slogan AND GET YOUR Artists ' Materials AT THE ART METROPOLE 241 YONGE STREET TORO Students treated liberally. Picture Framing. Photo Supplies, Makes the SkinWhite Derma Viva Liquid Whitener, does away with the use of injurious powders. Imparts a fresh and youthful ap- pearance to the com- plexion. Incomparable for neck and arms. Pkice 50 Cents. HENNESSEYS DRUG STORE 107 YONGE ST., TORONTO Footwear for Fair Students ' he young woman at school or colle ge knows what she wants, .and in Shoes, she wants a sturdy, mannish model, something smart and snappy, with lots of style — she will make no mistake if she goes to BLACKFORD 114 YONGE ST., - TORONTO When patronizing advertisers — mention the Slogan. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 13 Ladies ' Lingerie HE Parisian Laundry is particularly suc- cessful in the treatment of lingerie. So careful is the handling of these finer I fabrics from milady ' s wardrobe that the Parisian service has grown to be a household synonym for ' carefulness. This principle of laundry effi- ciency has been reached through the application ! of deft fingers ' ' watchful eyes and approved appliances. The test of a laundry is in the treatment of j lingerie. The purity of the soap, the process of ; cleansing, drying and a thousand and one little details must be so perfect that not a fragile strand of the linen suffers. This is an exacting test ; but the Parisian Laundry meets the test triumphantly every hour of every laundry day. In the Parisian Laundry a special department is devoted to this service. These articles are given into the care of experienced laundresses. Under their watchful eyes the most delicate lace blouse meets with no injury. The ironing of these articles is done with electric irons automatically heated, so that burning or scorching is impossible. The Parisian Laundry Company of Toronto Limited 602-610 KING STREET WEST a When patronizing advertisers— mention the Slogan. 68 THE BRANKSGME SLOGAN a ■ - El Saving Accounts Solicited SUMS OF $1.00 AND UPWARDS RECEIVED INTEREST ALLOWED AT 3i PER CENT. PER ANNUM ACCOUNTS SUBJECT TO CHEQUE WITH- OUT NOTICE INTEREST CALCULATED ON THE DAILY BALANCE CENTRAL CANADA Loan and Savings Co. 26 KING ST. EAST. TORONTO B 13 When patroni in(4 advertisers — mention the Slogan. THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN 69 w ■ SWAN BROS. Wholesale and Retail GROCERS 162 - 164 - 166 KING ST. EAST - TORONTO TEA, COFFEE, BUTTER OUR SPECIALTIES All kinds of fruits and Vegetables in Season, Canned Goods and Groceries of all kinds in any quantity, Christmas fruits now in. PHONE MAIN 7421-7422-7423 11 ESTABLISHED 33 YEARS EDWARD LEWIS BUTCHER AND PURVEYOR FINEST QUALITY OF MEATS, POULTRY AND VEGETABLES IN SEASON Phone M. 721 292 KING ST. E. a m When patronizing advertisers=--mention the ' Slogans ' 70 T H E B K A N K S O M E SLOGAN Earned hj Ideal Dairj G)nditioiis T the City Dairy Model Farm, Dentonia Park, is produced a grade of milk of so l igh quality as to earn from- the Milk Commission of the Academy of Medicine the title of Certified Milk. This is as near perfection as raw (unpasteurized) milk can go — it costs more than ordinary milk for us to produce and for you to buy — but it ' s pure. NATIVELY pure ! Try it. Dentonia Certified Mill?, specially packed for protection against the elements, 4 City Dairy tickets per quart. Dentonia Milk, rej ular City Dairy style of bottle delivery, City Dairy tickets per quart. Phone College 2040. ' Phone College 2040 When patronizing advertisers— mention the Slogan ' THE B R A N K S G M E SLOGAN DO YOU KNOW THEIR ADDRESS IS There is one thmg in particular that I like about the Puritan Laundry and that is., when I open my parcel each week I find every article done up so neat and clean, and the whole package so sweet and free from objectional odor that it reminds me of the way my dear mother use to send my washing when I left home to attend school. I wouM advise all you young ladies by all means to get your work done at the ' PURITAN when you live in Toronto. BRUNSWICK AVENUE bloo s eet m m m H: Costly Costumes Cleaned By our French Dry Clean- ing Process the most ieli- cate and dainty costumes are satisfactorily cleaned. No ripping apart of the garment. Phone any of our branches and waggon will call. R. Parker S Co. Cleaners - Dyers Toronto, Can. Branches in leading ishopping centres throughout the city. Specialist in the produc- tion of the singing voice. Columbian Conservatory of Music. Residences 91 Bernard Avenue Phone Hillcrest 3608 m II When patronizing advertisers mention the Slogan. 72 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN BRANKSOME HALL 10 ELM AVENUE, ROSED ALE, TORONTO A Residential and Day School for Girls Preparation for University, and for Examination in Music. Well- equipped Art Department. Thoroughly efficient staff. Outdoor games — Tennis, Basketball, Rink. Healthful locality. Primary School for Day Pupils. THE STAFF Hon. Principal, Principal Miss Scott. Miss Edith M. Read, M.A. Secretary, Miss Jean Hume. Miss Mary A. Macdonald, M.A. (Toronto), Fir Class Honours in English, French, German, Italian and History. Specialist stand- ing at Normal College, Hamilton. Miss Mary G. Millichamp, B. A. (Toronto), Honours in English, French, German, Italian and History. Miss Freda C. Cole, B.A. (Toronto), First Class Honours in English French, German, Italian, and History, Certificat d ' etudes Francaises (Sorbonne). Miss K. S. A. Gardiner, L.L.A. (Honours), St. Andrew ' s University. Miss Violet Robinson, University of Toronto. Miss Mary Johnston, Senior League Certificate, Graduate of Toronto Normal School. Miss Elma M. Bruce, Higher Certificate of the National Froebel Union. Mademoiselle Compondu, Certificat d ' etudes Francaises (Sorbonne). Miss Mary G. Hamilton, Hemmenwray Gymnasium, Harvard Univer- sity, Director of Physical Culture. Miss Emily H. Leacock, Teacher of Drawing. For Prospectus apply to the Secretary.