Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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22 The Branksome Slogan These slopes proved an excellent lead-up for Steven ' s Fields, which we conquered in the afternoon. Here, some learned the truth of the Red Man ' s version of the famous sport, Swish, — and then walk a mile. But occasionally, stemming between sprawled figures and tangled skis of hapless experimenters, a flying figure would flash from the summit. The descent was a poem of soaring grace punctuated by swinging christys and termi- nated by a graceful telemark, who can it be ? (Name and other data concerning this wonder woman supplied upon request). That evening, fun and frolic held sway at the Town Hall. The orchestra jived and Branksome shagged. Even nocturnal festivities, however, didn ' t keep us from the trails and chalet of the Huntsville Ski Club. The downhill run provided thrills, spills and plenty of amusement. An optimistic Track from the summit, a rush of wind, a skid of skis, a soar, a swoop, and alas — a froth of snow and the gleam of inverted ski poles ! The grimly determined athlete then mounts once more, loath to admit that it ' s Snow use. During the course of the turkey dinner which awaited our return to the Rest , some of these unfortunates were seen lowering themselves gently into chairs upon which reposed plump cushions ; but even this slight indisposition did not curtail their evident enjoyment of the excel- lent meal. In everyone ' s opinion the week-end was rated an all-star success. Even now, in anticipation of next year ' s trip, some of the more progressive students are labouring over ingenious devices and inventions. Padded ski suits, non-skid skis, and folding pocket-sized ski poles will, they believe, revolutionize the sport and may heighten the already well estab- lished success of the Huntsville Week-end! SHIRLEY JACKSON, Form IV A.

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The Branksome Slogan 21 Ski Heil! The call of the wild ! The lure of the north lands ! The appeal of snow-glazed peeks gleaming in the sun light! — contrary to all adverse opinions, this is not an extract from Jasper ' s advertising data, or even information concerning Banfif — the winter playground of the West, but rather, a play-by-play or should I say, fall-by-fall, descripti jn of that annual extravaganza. The Huntsville Week-end ! After carrying precariously crossed skis and bulging suitcases onto the train at the Union Station, Friday evening, the aspiring skiers sought diversion in the form of barn dancing in the baggage car, to while away the minutes on the four-hour trip to the Mecca of Winter Sport Lovers. Once arrived, tumbling figures trailing mitts, scarves, and ski poles, swept from the cars and from there it was anyone ' s race, to see who would cover the distance from the station to Traveller ' s Rest in the shortest time and thus obtain the coveted chamber known to all as the Bridal Suite , No one has ever succeeded in probing the mysterious appeal of this room, but besides other attractions, it undoubtedly possesses two radiators in excellent working order ! The sheen of sunlight on freshly fallen snow, the tantalizing aroma of sizzling bacon, and the sounds of running water and musical accompani- ment (slightly off key), greeted our awakening Saturday morning. By eleven o ' clock, with the aid of free advice and unlimited assistance on the part of the ever-present guides, with wax and a few extra ski straps thrown in for good measure, everyone was strapped, buckled, or snapped into their sliding sticks. From the Rest, the would-be snow-birds descended the first of the slopes surrounding the trails through Memorial Park for a morning of much desired practice.

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The Branksome Slogan 23 It ' s Life I Guess The clock on Radio City was ringing out eleven-thirty as 1 trudged wearily up Sixth Avenue. Another day was coming to its close and still the employment agencies had no work for me — it had been two weeks now since I had been discharged from the Manhattan Transportation Company, and still no work — just why they happened to start tearing down the ' ' El ' s at this time, turning thousands onto the streets to starve to death, I couldn ' t figure out. I loved working on that El . My little dark room where I ' d controlled the train as it whizzed down the tracks taking people to their destinations, all this had been my sanctuary. I ' d felt 1 had a great responsibility with all those lives on my train — regardless of Joe supplying the power. But now all these memories only choked up my throat and made hot tears rush to my eyes. And so I passed it off as fate. ' ' There ain ' t an) justice, I mumbled as I pushed through the crowds of my equals — tramps they call us ! But what else can w e be — no jobs, no money, no food — why only yesterday Pete ' s daughter — she was a pretty young girl if 1 ever saw one, of course she didn ' t have swell clothes and all, but she was a handsome girl in a pure, clean way. And she had jumped off the ferry going over to Jersey City and drowned herself ' cause she didn ' t have the courage to go on existing in such a cruel world. Pete v as broken up about it, too — he was a good sort, haven ' t seen him around to-day — guess he feels it too much ! I couldn ' t stand the horrible gnawing in my stomach any longer — my back ached, my shoulders ached, every inch of my body seemed to be screaming in my ears. Give me something t o eat, a place to rest — some, if only a little, comfort ! And so 1 started begging — begging right there on the corner of 44th and 6th Avenue. Please buddy, give me a dime for a cup of coffee. But no ! Those hard set jaws and steel eyes just looked right through m e, completely ig-noring my cries — or some, a little more polite would shake their head saying, sorry, I haven ' t any chang ' e, and walk on. These men you easily see didn ' t have much trouble, good job, steady money, why should they stop to give me some of their money? And as I was falling back into the thought of injustice again, a young girl slopped and gave me a quarter! I had only a quick glimpse of her but I saw her blue pitying eyes — she didn ' t look as though she had much to spare, but she had given me real monev — monev that she had worked for! 1 rushed across the street where the big sign of the automat was, and entered. It was warm here — warm and light, quite a few people too ! T walked over to the desk and got my precious quarter changed into nickels — it looked like a lot of money when you had five silver pieces instead of one. But soon I had put one of the pieces in the slot and hot,