Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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The Branksome Slogan 31 The Mad Hatter, setting her hat at a more rakish angle than ever, descended from the platform just in time to bump into the Gryphon, a brisk and kindly creature. ' Tartners, s hrieked the Gryphon. The assembled Highlanders separated into pairs. ' ' Begin , shouted the Gryphon. The girls began to two-step around the room. ' Will you run ,a little faster ' , said one partner to her mate. Tor you know you don ' t exactly set the mile-a-minute rate. We must reach the distant goal and try td catch the flying balls, If we want to please the teacher and get home to-night at all. Alice found herself being whirled around the room with the Mad Hatter. Faster and faster they sped until bump! Alice fell to the floor leaving the couples to revolve farther and farther away until she hazily saw that she was alone on the ice with her feet stretched out before her! MARY ALICE BURTON (Form lA). Air Raid Relentless, winged destruction, bullet like Cleaving the moonless purple of the night; Death, borne on silver wings, ap- proaching swift. Draws near the destined victim of its flight. A siren screams : the city wakes to fear. Defenceless, cringing from the death that rains; The criss-crossed spotlights And the sleek- winged ships; The chattering guns spurt bullets at the planes. Down from the skies destruction drops, and fire. And chaos, horror, death, all spring to birth; Up from the land fly bullets, sear- ing, harsh : A flame, the raider crashes to the earth. Then silence reigns once more, save for the cries Of sobbing victims of the raging fire. And darkness rules, except where brightness leaps From flaming faggots of the pilot ' s pyre. MARY NELSON (Form III A).

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30 The Branksome Slogan Alice In Tlie Highlands Alice went skimming over the ice. Suddenly she tripped and fell headlong to the ground. Hearing the sound of skates behind her, she turned to meet her instructor, when, to her surprise, she was confronted by a rabbit, who was wearing a green plaid skirt, a red sweater and a mass of curls tilted over her right eyebrow. Alice gasped: Who are you? The rabbit, disregarding the question, caught hold of Alice ' s hand and fairly dragged her across the rink. ' ' Hurry, hurry, he exclaimed, ' It ' s five minutes to nine and the Duchess expects us to be punctual. Alice, panting, followed the rabbit at breakneck speed into a crowded room. She stared. She first supposed herself to be in a multi- coloured tropical forest, but soon realized that the trees and clinging vines were only girls, in Scotch kilts and small caps with tall waving feathers, each one resembling a miniature palm. A sprightly, smiling lady stepped up on the platform. The White Queen, yelled all the girls and bowed low. The White Queen beckoned to a girl dressed from her head to her toes in red, aind cried: Up and on! Duchess. The Duchess climbed onto the stage and began an address. Then the March Hare, who had an ancient-and-modern Mystery paper due to-day, and, therefore, could not be held responsible for her actioins, cried out: I object. Away with her, cried someone. At this, the Red King and his Queen, wearing the scarlet sashes of the Order of Prefects, bore down on the poor Hare and carried her off. While this wasi going on, the White Queen and her councillors had fled and their pupils began chattering again. Alice, covering her ears, tried to settle down and read that well- known and interesting book by Periwinkle — How to Make Frieinds and Infuriate Teachers, when her attention was attracted to the Mad Hatter. The Hatter, who had two feathers in her cap, stood up to recite and the moise died down: Tis the voice of the teacher, ' I heard her declare, ' Citerae, citerarum, oh!, what do I care? When the teacher says, Stand up and tell what you know, I stumble and stutter and twiddle my toe. I hem and I haw and cough out: Um, er — well — That depends — perhaps — maybe — you never can tell. ' ' You never can tell, says the teacher at last, Take one hundred lines to wipe out the past.

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The Branksome Slogan HEAD GIRL Prefects ' The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength and skill, A perfect woman nobly planned. To warn, to comfort, and command. Positions held: Head Girl; Hon. Presi- dent of Beta Kappa; Hon. President of Opheleo. JANET BROWN ' To those who know thee not, no words can paint, And those who know thee know all words are faint. Positions held: Editor of the Slogan; President of V Special. MARY BURROUGHES WINNIFRED CLARKE Life ' s a pudding full of plums. Care ' s a canker that benumbs; Wherefore waste our elocution On impossible solution? Life ' s a pleasant institution. Let us take it as it comes. Positions held: Captain of First Bas- ketball Team; Vice-President of Opheleo. To thee only God granted A heart ever new; To all always open. To all always true. Positions held: Vice-President of Beta Kaippa : Cheer Leader. ISOBEL COULTHARD