Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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28 The Branksome Slogan We next collected together all the people we knew who seemed to possess any intelligence, and Jane gave them the questions with the answers to learn. I tried to explain that it was dishonest, that all other programmes like ours went unrehearsed, but Jane would not listen. ' They probably only say that to make the audience think it ' s true, she said, ' ' audiences are such fools — they believe anything. I failed to remind her that she, too, had often been a member of some audience. After our experts were word-perfect in their answers, we decided they were ready to go on the air. Then the worst, so we thought, hap- pened. WHERE could we produce it? WHERE? and HOW? Jane was not daunted ' by such draw ' backs, however, and so we began a nightmare of trying to find someone who would produce our quiz pro- gramme. Finally, we got through the masses of secretaries and laid bare our plan to the impressive official behind the large desk. He list- ened patiently to us, but his first words were discouraging. You ' ll have to have a sponsor, he rumbled. Jane and I looked at each other. We were planning to institute a new type of radio programme, one without a sponsor, one where you really had a full half hour ' s enjoyment instead of a short fifteen minutes, and now, all our hopes and ideals were cracking down around us. I felt like crying, but Jane gulped and gathering her torn courage around her, said bravely, ' ' How do we get a sponsor? The man behind the desk smiled. I don ' t think you will be able to find one just yet. Why don ' t you wait, and in a few years perhaps you will have a really good idea which will make the country listen. Jane and I made som.e polite excuses, thanked him, and left. We were so afraid he would start telling us to be good little girls and run along home where we belonged. We trudged home wearily. We told the experts the sad news and went to my home to console ourselves. Why don ' t you turn on some refreshing music? I said. Jane, beyond speech, switched on the radio. A familiar voice boomed out: Once again, Sillvean ' s Syrup brings you the Kwizlings, those young wizards who will astound you with their .brilliant answers to even the most difficult of questions. And now, just a word about Sillveans ' Syrup. Jane turned it off. Anway, she reflected bitterly, no one can say that we didn ' t try. MARY ALICE BURTON, (Form HA).

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30 The Branksome Slogan Lament (By Herr Hitler, peering out of his funk- hole in the Berchstergarden). On Monday, when the sun is high, I watch the Blenheims as they fly, And very sadly say ' ' Goodbye , To several Messcherschmitzes. On Tuesday, when the sky is blue, It worries me a little, too, That the Blenheim pilots ' aim is true In bombing German Fritzes. On Wednesday, when the wind is still, It makes me feel distinctly ILL To watch the Curtis bombers fill My cabbage patch with pitzes. On Thursday, under snow and sleet, It gives me coldness in der feet To see our Heinkel planes retreat. All filled with holes and splitzes. On Friday, in the pouring rain, It gifs me in der neck a pain — Mein household they have bombed again, Mein garage is in bitzes. On Saturday, when skies are grey. The Whitney bombers visits pay, They dodge around the clouds all day And score no end of hitzes. On Sunday, thunder rolls afar. My hopes have not come up to par, The ' ' krieg is raging fiercely — Ja, (I wonder where the ' ' Blitz is). JILL MILLIGAN (Form V C).