Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 116 of the 1944 volume:

Joan Bradfield • • • Your EATON Junior Fashion Councillor! Joan is one of thirty-three representatives from the Campus crowd who keeps EATON ' S at a Hi polish about your doings ' n ' goings, your bright young ideas, your language, your Hi life ! She tells us how fashion flourishes at Branksome, and tips off her clasismaites about the Hi-styleis at EATON ' S It ' s been fun working hand-in-glove with Hi, and we want to say Thanks! to Joan and to you. T. EATON C9. The Branksome Slogan 1 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN SLOGAN REPRESENTATIVES EDITORS PATRICIA ROGERS GLORIA FISHER PATRICIA STEWART MARY JEAN HALL SHIRLEY BROWN ALTHEA McCOY SLOGAN STAFF MARY ALICE BURTON VIRGINIA TORY ANNE SPENCE MARILYN HOGARTH MARGARET SMYTHE ALUMNAE REPRESENTATIVE AINSLIE McMICHAEL J 2 The Branksome Slogan APPOINTMENTS Head Girl — Jean Plaunt HOUSE PREFECTS Lois Landieth, Althea McCoy, Barbara Pattison, Hazel Parry, Joan Peat DAY PREFECTS Joan Bradfield Diana Griffith Patricia Stewart SUB-PREFECTS (Day) Joan Chalmers Pat McConnell Mary Jean Hall Pegsy Cowie SUB-PREFECTS— (House) Shirley Brown Patricia Bell-Irving Peggy Clark Mary Smith Marilyn Heintzman Elizabeth Tusling Gloria Fisher BETA KAPPA SOCIETY Prcsidajnt — Lois Landreth Vice-President — Marilyn Heint zman Secretary — Meribeth Stobie Treasurer — Joan Chalmers OPHELEO SOCIETY President — Hazel Parrj ' Vice-President — Diana Griffith Secretary — Elizabeth Tusting Treasurer — Primula Eshelby LIBRARY ASSITANT— Marjorie Flanagan LIBRARY REPRESENTATIVES: Meribeth Sto bie, Patricia Bell Irving, Lois Fleming, Elynor Cobb, Ruth Allison, Aileen Stinson, Hijiary Gregson, Stella McEvoy, Carolyn Massey, Coral Chelew, Giovanna Campo, Dorothy Bamhouse, Joan Langlois. CLAN CHIEFTAINS Campbell — Elizabeth Capener Douglas — Kathleen Deacon Ross — Mary Whyte Scott— Elizabeth Busk MacAlpine — Primula Eshelby MacGregor — Cherry MacGregor McLean — Marion Cobban McLeod — Dorothy Robinette SUB-CHIEFTAINS Joy Trethewey Shirley Brown Jane Anne Rees Mary Ritchie Madeleine Windeyer Anne Spence Elizabeth Scarlett Joan Ridd?ll FORM OFFICERS Form VB — Presidant, Shirley Brown ; Vice-President, Mary Powell ; Secretai-y-Treasurer, Gloria Fisher. Form VB — President, Lois Landreth ; Vice-President, Elizabeth Busk ; Secretary-Treasurer, Elizabeth Scarlett. Form VSp — President, Mary Jean Hall ; Vice-President, Joan Chalmers ; Secretary-Treas- urer, Cynthia Cooper. Form VSp — (0) President, Marilyn Heintzman; Vice-President, Henrj ' ette Edwards; Sec- retaiy-Treasurer, Margery Dodds. Form IVA — President, Sybilla Johnson ; Vice-President, Anne Woodrow ; Secretary-Treas- urer, Joyce Frankel. Form IVB — President, Madeline Windyer ; Vice-President, Nancy Charles ; Secretary- Treasurer, Louise Dolson. Form IVSp — President, Peg-gy Howard ; Vice-President, Norma McBride ; Secretary- Treasurer, Daphne Dodds. Form IIIA — President, Cynthia Dean; Vice-President, Barbara Buckland ; Secretary-Treas- urer, Joan Aitken. Form IIIB — President, Mary Craig ; Vice-President, Anne Thobum ; Secretary-Treasurer, Mary Liz White. Form HA — President, Catherine Shields ; Vice-President, Agnes Fairbairn ; Secretary- Treasurer, Margaret Ambler. Form IIB — President, Anne Whyte ; Vice-President, Naomi Inglis ; Secretary-Treasurer, Patricia MacGregor. Form lA — President, Jean Garrow ; Vice-President, Anne Beare ; Secretary-Treasurer, Judy Shoebottom. Form IB — President, Virginia Wood ; Vice-President, Audrey Hare ; Secretaiy-Treasurer, Bax ' bara Robinson. PRINCESS ELIZABETH Her Royal Highness, Princess Elizabath of Engand, is nearing her 18th Birthday. Heiress p sumptive to the British throne, with the rank of senior regent if her father leaves the country, she already seriously concerned with affairs of sfcite. This lovely camera study by Karsh, the celebrated Canadian photographer, was especially posed London a few months ago to mark the coming of age of our Princess on April 2Lst next. Looking Towards Peace In these days in which we are living the air is full of plans for the coming Peace, and we must guard ourselves against being carried away with a multitude of words and empty phrases. One of the safest rules is to look back to history. What has succeeded in the past is more apt to succeed in the present than what has failed. A more comfortable way of living is, of course, to be desired, especially for the large per- centage of our population which has never been able to have comfort and security, but what has saved our Empire and other lands in the past has been the spiritual upheavals which have raised the individual man towards the goal and height planned for us by our Creator, to be ' ' the friend of God . Only in such a position, as has been proved many and many a time in the past, can man attain to the ideal God has for us as expressed in the new Testament ' ' unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ . And this attainment may be realized whether one is born to poverty or to wealth. To eadh one of us has been given a very definite part to play in the coming years, a more important part perhaps than has ever been given to any generation, that is, to live our lives with that ideal in view, and do everything in our power to enable others to do the same. In other words, God must be the centre of our peace plans both as individuals and as a nation. Principal. Branksome Hall has always ' been a cosmopolitan school, but since the War more and more girls from Great Britain, Spain, the West Indies, Bermuda, South America, and the United States, have come to be educated here. They have made a special contribution to our School. Because of our admiration for Her Royal Highness, Princess Elizabeth, we have chosen her portrait for our frontispiece. As a contemporary of ours, she holds a special interest for us. For the past few months the English girls, who have been with us for four years and become our fast friends, have ' been returning one by one to England. We hope that they will never forget their years at Branksome Hall. Certainly we shall never forget them! Branksome Hall is a greater school because of their friendliness, their enthusiasm, their all-round aJbility in sports and studies, their school spirit. Sherborne House, used by the English girls of Sherborne School, England, two years ago, is now our senior residence. It has been beau- tifully re-decorated. Our Principal has fulfilled her promise of last year in running it along the lines of a university residence. We seniors have been very happy there. We would like to thank all contributors to our year ' book. We have tried to make this copy of the Slogan a record of this year ' s activities. We hope that in the years to come you will turn to it to remind you of your happy life at Branksome HalL 1943-44 TRE EDITORS 5 6 The Branksome Slogan Calendar 1943-44 Sept. 8th. — School re-opened. Sept. 10th. — Gathering of the Clans. Sept. 17th.— Basketball. Sept. 19th.— Miss Nicoil. Oct. 1st.— B. Ball, Old Girls vt . Present. Oct. 3rd.— Massey Hall — Mrc. Bell. Oct. 7th.— B. Ball, B.H. v:. H.L.C. Oct. 8th. — T ' giving Week-end. Oct. 14th.— B. Ball, B.H. Jrs. vr.. B.S.S. Oct. 15th. — Fourth Form Plays. Oct. 19th.— B. Ball, B.H. vs. B.S.S. Oct. 20th.— Installation of Pre- fects. Oct. 24th.— Mrs. Nelson. Oct. 26th.— B. Ball, B.H. Jrs. vg. H.L.C. Oct. 28th..— B. Ball, St. Clements , vs B.H. Oct. 29th. — Masquerade. Oct. 31st. — Miss Bannan. Nov. 2nd.— B. Ball B.H. vs. H.L.C. Nov. 4th.— B. Ball, St. Clements vs. B.H. Jrs. Nov. 5th. — ' Tirates of Penzance . Nov. 7th. — Dr. Isaac Page. Nov. 8th.— Portia White. Nov. 10th.— B. Ball, B.H. vs. Moulton. Nov. 14th. — Week-end. Nov. 16th.— B. Ball, B.S.S. vs. B.H. Nov. 18th.— B. Ball, B.H. Jrs. vs. St. Clements. Dec. 10th.— Ice Capades. Dec. 12th. — Carol Service. Dec. 16th. — Christmas Dinner. Dec. 17th. — School closed. Jan. 10th. — School re-opened. Jan. 14th. — Skating Party. Jan. 16th. — Mr. Graham Hay. Jan. 20th. — Helen Jepson. Jan. 25th. — Toronto Symphony. Jan. 28th.— The Dance. Feb. 3rd. — Chernivsky. Feb. 5th. — Maple Leaf Gardens, Hockey. Feb. 6th.— Mrs. Charles Hay. Feb. 10th. — Malcurgyuski. Feb. 13th.— Week-end. Feb. 17th. — Anna Kaskas. Feb. 18th.— U.T.S. Plays. Feb. 20th.— Dr. F. A. Robinson. Feb. 22nd.— Art Gallery, Feb. 25th.— Russian Ballet. Mar. 3rd. — Fashion Show. Mar. 5th. — Coliingwood. Mar. 12th.— Week-end. Mar. 14th. — Rubinstein. Mar. 16th. — Prof. Coggan. Mar. 19th.— Mr. Kaminsky. Mar. 24th. — Swimming. Mar. 26th.— Jr. Operetta. April 4th. — Sr. Operetta. April 5th. — School closed. Apiil 18th. — School re-opened. April 26th.— Miss Lipkin. April 28th. — Swimming Meet. April 29th. — Alumnae dinner. April 30th.— Mr. Carles. May 2nd.— Badminton — B.S.S., St. C, Moulton, B.H. May 5th.— Ill B Plays. May 20th.— Long Week-end. May 26th.— Swimming Meet. June 2nd. — Strawberry Festival. June 9th. — Picnic. June 13th. — Prize Giving. OUR HEAD GIRL Appointments 8 The Branksome Slogan HEAD GIRL Prefects Appearance — Outstanding. Offices Held — Head Girl, honorary head of the Opheleo, honorary head of the Beta 1 % Kappa, captain of the 1st Basketball B H Team. Bf Interests — Basketball. Uniforms W (Branksome and otherwise). Taming the Juniors. Middle School Algebra. You Notice — her engaging smile; her Jean Plaunt hair — short, dark and fluffy; her organiz- ing ability. She can arrange everything from a table list to the Branksome dance. AppearancE — Amazonic. Offices Held — Vice-President of Ophel- eo, guard of 1st basketball team. Ilnterests — Sports — Skiing, skating and anything else you ' d care to mention. Supervises Junior games. Music (plays the harp and has a madonna face, but is far from angelic). You Notice — her Grecian profile; her sense of humour. Diana Grifl th Appearance — Sweet and sincere. Offices Held — President of Opheleo, sole Main House Prefect. Interests — Fellowship. Music (classi- cal variety). Poetry. The Ferry Com- mand. You Notice — her gentleness; her con- scientiousness; her ' band-ths . The Branksome Slogan 9 Joan Peat Appearance — Cute. Offices Held — Head of War-Workers (chief cook and bottle washer). Interests — Long, deep discussions on politics and the Meaning of Life. You Notice — her friendliness and her effervescent personality. Appearance — Statuesque. Offices Held — Our prefect without port- folio — handles the hours, the mail, and Branksomites generally. Interests — Althea ' s Trig. Tall New Zea- landers. More constructive interest — Dental Nursing as a career. You Notic3 — her poise; her pleasant disposition ; her efficiency. Barbara Pattison Appearance — Extremely attractive. Offices Held— Member of Beta Kappa, Eaton ' s Fashion Council Representative. Interests — Clothes, dress designing, modelling and sports. You Notice — her crinkly blue black hair ; her blue-green pixie-rimmed glasses ; Joan Bradtield Spriugy Walk. Appearance — Eager. Offices Held — Cheerleader, unofficial head of Fellowship, literary editor of the Slogan. Interests — Everything! Brilliant in English, maths, and sciences. Music (vo- cal, piano, and guitar). Fellowship. De- bating. You Notice — her enthusiasm. Pat Stewart 10 The Branksome Slogan Appearance — well-groomed. Offices Held — President of the Beta Kappa, President of 5 B. • Interests — School parties, (getting blind M dates for two hundred people.) Frank ' Sinatra. You Notice — her poise ; her terrific sense of humour ; her genuine Scotch kilt ; Lois Landiith i i i i • • • her black pixie-rimmed glasses. Appearance — Good Natured. Offices Held — Our war-stamp convener, art-editor of the Slogan. Interests — Modern art. Music (the Dixieland variety). New Brunswick. You Notice — her energy; her depend- ability. Althea McCoy THE CLAN CHIEFTAINS D. Rohinette, P. Eshelhy, E. Capener, M, Whyte, M. MacGregor, K. Deacon, E. Busk, M. Cobban. THE SUB-PREFECTS Fnont Roiv: E. Tusting, M. Smith, M. Heintzman, S. Brown, P. Coivie, M. J. Hall. 2nd Row: G. Fisher, P. Clarke, P. McConnell, J. Chalmers, J. Trethewey, P. Bell-Irving. THE CLASS PRESIDENTS Front Row: M. Heintzman, J. Garrow, C. Dean, A. Whyte, K. Shields, M. Windeyer. 2nd Row: M. Craig, M. J. Hall, S. Brown, S. Johnson, V. Wood. 3rd Roiv : L. Landreth, P. Hoivard. 12 The Branksome Slogan The Library On Library Day , March 291h, an unusually large number of books were presented for the school, the University Settlement, and the Jewish Mission. The following have contributed to the library, either on ' ' Library Day or throughout the eyar. Mrs. A. H. Abbott, Ruth Alison, Gina Baker, Beverly Balfour, Ann Beare, Sally Beckett, Jean Beach, Mr. C. F. Bellowis, Evelyn Behrens, Marion Bell, Vera Black, Caroline Blundell, Daphine Boothe, Char- mian Boothe, Jane Bowen, Dor- othy Boughton, Mary Broome, Jud- ith Broome, Allison Brown, Jane Bradshaw, Shirley Brown, Mrs. P. B. Brown, Valinda Burruss, Pat- ricia Cave, Jane Capon, Frances Casselman, Elizabeth Capener, Drusilla Carles, Deibora Carles, Christine Calder, Kathleen Cherry, Barbara Chisholm, Nancy Charles, Joan Chalmers, Pamela Church, Audrey Cooper, Ann Cooling, Brenda Cooling, Betty Cotterell, Constance Colthurst, Frances Col- ter, Miss Craig, Miss Coombs, Mary Craig, Sheila Craig, Mary Crouch, Brenda Cruikshank, Hugh- een Cree, Sally Dalton, Pauline Dorst, Cynthia Dean, Naomi de Langley, Miss Edmison, Nancy Edmonson, Flavia Elliott, Primula Esheliby, Elizabeth Evans, Mar- jorie Flanagan, Ruth Fowler, Pat- ricia Fulford, Jeanne Garrow, Dor- othy Gaebelein, Jean Gillanders, Joyce Gilley, Marjorie Godfrey, Virginia Goldingham, Nancy Gra- ham, Beverley Graham, Barbara Hargraft, Mary Jean Hall, Jane Henderson, Marylin Hogarth, El- eanor Hogarth, Heather Hughes, Ottilie Huycke, Irene Hyams, Car- oline Jean, Felicity Jean, Margot Johnston, Barbara Keeler, Diana King, Virginia Leishman, Patsy Leckie, Judith Livingston, Joyce Loudon, Ann Lowndes, Dorothy Mansell, Cynthia Maxwell, Pat- ricia Macdonald, Miss MacGregor, Miss MacDonald, Miss MacNeill, Heather McPherson, Wendy Mc- Laughlin, Patricia McConnell, Miss McMichael, Margaret McCulloch, Elizabeth Merrill, Wendy Mere- dith, Joanne Moore, Hazel Parry, Elva Parkinson, Honor Pass, Joan Peat, Mrs. Perry, Carol Pen- drith, Mary Joyce Phelan, Miss Phillips, Gale Purdy, Nancy Sanderson, Eileen Sansom, Mrs. R. P. Saunders, Eve Saunders, Helen Scace, Peggy Seagram, Miss Shaw, Judith Shoebottom, Joyce Shone, Phillippa Sharwood, Miss Sime, Mrs. Sinclair, Anne Smythe, Mar- garet Sommacal, Patricia Stewart, Patricia Stockton, Jane Taylor, Jane Thomson, Diana Walker, Elizabeth Wardlaw, Clare Ward- law, Nancy Wallace, Susan Wads- worth, Nancy Lee Webster, Peggy Webster, Jerry Weir, Mary Win- ston, Jean Winston, Marilyn Wright, Jessica Wynne, Shirley Young. Legamus ! 14 The Branksome Slogan Post- War World Ladies and Gentlemen : The present war has been the cause of much evil. Whole countries have been enslaved, the loss of life has bean unbelievably large, and yet out of this has come good. We all look forward to a better and a free post-war world. While our forces are fighting for a free world, men, here at home, have been doing their best to make it a better world. Life after this war is going to be very different. Scientists in their laboratories have been perfecting discoveries which will mean an easier and healthier life for all of us. At present most of their discov- eries are for the sole use of the army, navy, and airforce, but when the war ends, factories, which are now producing for the government, can convert their plants to civilian production. The shortage of metals, the necessity for fast production, and the unusual conditions met with in a global war have forced us to improve what we have, to invent what we have not, and to pull anything else we need out of thin air, with perhaps a bit of carbon and water added. Consider how these improvements will affect you after the war. Most of your clothes will be made from plastics, glass, and metals. At present we think of all these substances as rigid materials used for build- ing and such, but they can be made into the finest gossamer fibre. A single pound of aluminum can be rolled into a fine thread six miles long. These new fabrics have a beauty all their own. Yarn made from metal alone or combined with other threads will be woven into cloth. One of the exciting possibilities from this is table linen which will sparkle as brilliantly as the crystal and silver upon it. This cloth will be light as a feather but tough and flexible. It will clean easily with a damp cloth. There will be unlimited ranges of colours. Yet, inspite of all these good qualities, it will not be expensive. The same may be said of your house of tomorrow. Very little heat- ing will be required beoaiuse architects have learned how to utilize the heait from the sun as much as possible, and the heating you do need, you will get from a community heating plant which will supply steam heat toi you in the same way as you now receive water and electricity. Most homes will be pre-fabricated, and insulated. Almost the whole southern side of the house will be made of insulating glass, which gives a maximum amount of light and warmth. Artificial lighting will be improved so as to eliminate almost all eye strain. The improvements in your household appliances will be amazing. During this war we have learned to make electrons do almost anything. After the war they will be your servants. They will bring television, Fifth Form 16 The Branksome Slogan frequency modulation radio, and recordings on strips of thin wire which will play for a whole evening. They will cook your food in seconds, in- stead of hours, by means of radio waves. Much of your food will be dehydrated or kept in refrigerators which generate just the right cold and humidity for each item of food and which also sterilize and tender- ize meat by ultra-vioiet light. You all know the strides that have been made in aerial transporta- tion. You have heard the slogan A plane in every garage, and know that we will be able to reach any place in the world within a fevv hours. But medicine is the field where the greatest progress has been made. Perhaps the most important discovery is the wonder drug, Penicillin. This will probably be synthesized soon, that is to say, the exact chemi- cal formula of the molecule will be discovered and a method found to build it artificially. The day of this achievement will be one of the mile- stones of medical science. Scientists are certain that the penicillin mole- cule will provide a foundation from which a whole new family of drugs can be evolved, not only more potent than the sulfonamides, but also far less risky to use. Out of this may come medicine ' s great hope ' — the all purpose serum that protects against all germs at once. This lict cculd go on ?.nd on, but I hope I have proved to you that the post-war world will be a better world — a world worth fighting for now regardless of the cost. ALTHEA McCOY. Badminton Wizards! The Branksome Slogan 17 An Evening in the Mermaid Tavern Voice: Searching- the annals of the past, we find no age to exceed that of Eh ' zabeth in glory; it has been compared to the glorious age of Pericles in Athens. It was a time of dreams, of un- bounded enthusiasm; it was a time when England ' s explorers were searching the new world for the fountain of youth, and her poets were creating literary works that were young forever. The most popular meeting place of the period was the Mer- maid Tavern. There the wits and writers would gather at all all hours of the day and night. This scene takes place in the year 1609, several years after the death of Good Queen Bess. ' ' Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known Happy fields or mossy cavern Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern. (A gong is heard.) (There is talking and laughter. A piano is softly playing ' ' Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes. Glasses are clinking merrily.) Sir Walter Raleigh : Come on, Annie, give us a song, won ' t you ? Annie: (giggling coyly) I couldn ' t really, sirs. I (Loud protests. Annie is pushed to the piano.) Sir Walter Raleigh: The author will accompany you in person. Give her a chord, Ben. (Annie sings the first half of Drink to Me Only raucously. The men join in the last half enthusiastically.) You were superb, wonderful Annie! (He kisses her.) Annie: (slapping him with spirit) ' Ere, ' Ere — you can ' t do that to me. Sir Walter. I ' m a respectable married woman, I am. But, h ' if I wsis tv enty years younger, dearie (Sir Harry, a rotund and jolly courtier, coughs and splutters.) Ben Jonson: (laughing heartily) Having a little trouble Sir Harry? Raleigh, exactly what is in this obminable weeds- you brought back from the New World ? 18 The Branksome Slogan Sir Walter Eialeigii: It ' s the tobacco plant, Ben . You should come to America and see it for yourself. It ' s a wonderful country, Ben, a country with a future. The potentialities of the country are enormous, — boundless. Think of it — America — a vast, free land without stain or taint, a veritable treasure chest. One day it will become England ' s most priceless jewel, and the sooner His Majesty realizes it and sends colonists abroad, the better. (Exit Raleigh.) Ben Jonson: There gees a real man, a noble, restless spirit. What a strange mixture is there, of the poet, the scholar, the ad- venturer. Sir Harry : The court is buzzing like an angry beehive about your out- rageous new ideas. Sir Francis. Typists at Work The Branksome Slogan 19 Sir Francis Bacon: Let their tongues wag. It will be choice scandal for a few days, and then I will be forgotten for some new intrigue or love affair. Sir Harry: Perhaps. But you ' ve been airing your views rather strongly lately, especially when you denounced Aristotle ' s philosophj as a childish delusion which had produced no fruit. I hear that one of the Oxford professors took offence, and tried to bribe George Chapman to lampoon you in his next play. Sir Francis Bacon: (laughing nastily) I think our worthy professor should be advised not to make any rash moves. Perhaps he has forgotten Sir Francis Bacon ' s nimble tongue. Ben Jonson: Here come our inseparable pair, Beaumont and Fletcher. (Laughter.) Ah! and here ' s gentle Will at last. You ' re late tonight. Will Will Shakespeare: Fve been at the Globe. We were having a reading of Macbeth. Banquo has come down with smallpox and Fm hav- ing a devil of a time with our new man. Ben Jonson: (rapping on the table) Ann-i-ee. A round of Canary wine. And Where ' s your good husband, Jacko? Annie: ' e ' ll be here presently, sir. Six canaries coming up h ' in a jiffy, sir. Ben Jonson : Will, Sir Francis was expatiating over his favorite theory when you came in. It seems to me that, although he seeks to discover Truth, he also seeks to monopolize it, eh ? Shakespeare : Perhaps. But then, much can be said on both sides. Sir Francis Bacon: The trouble with you five gentlemen is that you busy yourself uselessly with romance and ancient philosophy. Ben Jonson: (Spluttering) And who are you to set yourself on a ped- estal above the classics? Why dammit, men, the philosophers and dramatists of Greece and Rome have created a wealth of literature that has spanned the centuries. English drama will per- ish dismally, and soon, if this flagrant disregard of the classics and this careless mixing of comedy and tragedy continue. I . . . 20 The Branksome Slogan Sir Harry: Gently, gently, Ben. Why so thoughtful, Will? Shakespeare: I ' ve just been thinking of my last visit with Anne in Stratford. You know, lads, I believe I ' ll be moving there soon for good. Sir Harry : Odds fish ! In the country ! When your plays and sonnets are the delight of London ! Do you want to have grunting sows for kindred spirits, then ? Man, you must be mad ! Shakespeare: Good old Sir Harry. You have the true Londoner ' s atti- tude about the country, haven ' t you? I love London, too— the excitement, the bustle, the glamour of it. It ' s a vital part of my life. But none of you can realize the richness and serenity of the life of a gentleman farmer. He is a man of esteem in Warwichshire ; he isn ' t looked on with suspicion and contempt as GRADUATING CLASS Front Riow — Prefects: B. Pattison, H. Parry, P. Stewart, J. Peat, J. Plaunt, L. Landrith, J. Bradfield, A. McCoy. D. Griffith. 2nd! Row — G. Fisher, J. Chalmers, P. Clark, E. Busk, M. Cobban, E. Capener, P. Bell-Irvine. P. McConnell, M. J. Hall. M. Whyte 3rd Row — T. Woodward, S. Browne. P. Ctowie, M. Smith, E. Tustine. P. Eshelby. M. Heintzman, J. Trethewey, G. Millar. 4th Row — R. Miller. M. Powell. E. Henderson, I. Hyams, E. Winter, M. Hanson, Z. Friedman, E. Cobb, E. Fleming, G. Tyler. 5th Row — N. Emory. M. Jones, D. Mansell. B. Baalim, M. McCulloch, M. Dodds. M. J. Phelan, M. Schwartz. J. Cameron. 6th Row— T. Rogers, M. L. Gillies. M. Bell, S. Peterkin, J. Murray, N. Rendell, F. Coulter, C. Cooper, H. Edwards. 7th Row — I. Grant, M. Gauchat, M. Winston, M. Stcbie, G. Hen- derson, G. Co ' Ckburn, B. Jack. E. Scarlett. M. Sloan, J. Riddell. The Branksome Slogan 21 we writers are. Nor can you know of the charm of Stratford. I ' ll never forget the dank, crumbling cellars of Kenilworth, nearby, where we would play make-believe for hours on end as boys. And I ' ll always remember the honest old farmers. I ' ll tell you, you can get a wealth of knowledge from them that you could never find in any classroom. Behind all their gossip and vulgarity a profound poetry is sleeping. Beaumont: Richard Corbett, you old devil, come over and join us. Whatever is that strange-looking derelict with you? Another of your practical jokes? The whole city is still laughing about you masquerading as a ballad singer and raking in a fine profit — and you a minister, too ! Corbett: (Laughing) Here ' s a sui ' prise for you all. This man, my friend, is a ship-wrecked sailor who w as given up for lost for over a year. Ben Jonson: Where ' s he been, Richard? Corbett: On some islands called the Be rmudas, apparently for ten whole months. He ' s been telling me all about them. They ' re myster- ious islands, full of weird, unknown sounds and strange magic. Sir Francis Bacon: Have a drink, son. You must have conjured up a fine thirst on your ' ' Magical Islands. Ben Jonson : Will, why do you look so odd ? Shakespeare: A storm — shipwreck — a haunted island full of inex- plicable noises. The Tempest (in a frenzy of excitement), I have it. It shall be called ' The Tempest. Boy, be at the Black- friar Theatre early tomorrow morning. You ' ll be rewarded for your trouble. (The clock strikes two A.M.) Ben Jonson: Well — I, for one, am off to bed. Tomorrow will be a heavy day for me. I ' m taking young Herrick to court to show him how a masque is produced. I ' m doing it for His Majesty ' s birthday. Goodnight, Annie, my love. f Beaumont and Fletcher: We ' ll be going along, too. Goodnight, Ben. Goodnight. 22 The Branksome Slogan Sir Harry: Goodnig-ht. Pleasant dreams. (Exit he and Sir Francis Bacon.) Richard Corbett: Goodnight Jacko and Will. (Exit.) Annie: Mr. Will, sir. ' Ere ' s a whole pile of your manuscripts that you left ' ere last night. It ' s a shame the way you leave ' em lying about. Now if I wrote nice plays like you, would I leave ' em sitting a ' bout to be swept into any ' h ' ash can ? Not Annie. Shakespeare: (Laug ' hing) Thank you, Annie. Goodnight. (Exit.) Jacko: (Clearing- up the room and muttering to himself.) Balmy, the whole lot of ' em — that ' s what I say. One minute they ' re friends, the next they ' re foes, they drink and make it up, and so it goes on. Penniless yesterday, throwing guineas away tomorrow, and caroiusing night after night when decent folk should be in bed. They ' re queer, alrig ' ht! Well, they get me my business, so I ' ll not complain. Blow out the candles, Annie, before you come to bed. (The gong sounds once again, bringing us back from that scene of long ago.) Voice: What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that everyone from whence they came Had merely to put his whole life in a jest. PATRICIA ROGERS ' ' Off to the Trail The Branksome Slogan 23 PEACE Peace has a meaning deep and true, That dwells in the heart of all mankind, In days of battle, strife, and pain. We ask, Will there ever be peace again? ' God, will there ever be peac2 again? And shall we all be together once more? When we have learned the mean- ing of peace. Then there will never again be war. ELIZABETH WINTER, (Form V S). A STUDENT ' S SOLILOQUAY (Apologies to the Immortal Bard) Is this a paper that I see before me. The questions in bold print? Come. let me try them! I know them not, and yet I see them still. Hast thou not, fatal paper. answers as Well as questions? Or art thou but A torture for the mind, a subtle trick Proceeding from some heartless cranium? I see thee yet, in form unanswer- able As those I ' ve tried before. I thought I knew my verbs and Geometry, Was able to quote Milton without thought, But my brain has made a foci of all my hopes. Has shown me I ' m no genius. I see thee still And by thy questions, marks of little value, Which Mean I ' m ruined. MARION COBBAN and ELIZABETH BUSK ' ' Hanson! What on earth is the idea of wearing my new trench coat? ' Well, Pov ell old girl, you cer- tainly don ' t want your new spring suit to get wet. 24 The Branksome Slogan Clouds As I lay stretched out on the downs, with the sound of the sea beating rhymically against the cliffs beneath, I watched History in the making. High above me, as if in a different world, England was being attacked and valiantly defended by the ' ' few to whom so many owe so much . It was horribly fascinating to watch them swerve, turn, and dive into the clouds, chasing each other as if in some crazy game; sick- ened, I watched a tiny dot fall from the sky, a llaming pyre, as a gallant defender plummeted to death below. Words of a young poetess came echoing through my brain — ' ' a broken body in a burning plane, but his soul goes soaring on . There was not always action over our section of the coast and, dur- ing the miHiuy hours I spent in fruitless search for the hordes from the sky, I learned to glory in the beauty of the clouds. Early in the mornings my eyes sought to pierce the damp stillness o£ the mist. I gazed upon the impeneti able, bland, gray curtain above. I saw with wonder how that mass of vapour disintegrated and let the first yellow rays of early morning sun breathe through to Wtake the sleepy world. It was summer, and, as soon as the brisk breeze had swept the last cobweb of mist and dew from the eiarth, all was bright and warm. Pure white clouds, like snowbails pitched by playful children, blotted the blue heavens and glided smoothly, like snowy swans swimming effortlessly in calm serenity over a magic lake. Weird shapes caught my fancy and I watched, intrigued by this slow motion kaleidoscope of white, pale gray, and sun-tinted clouds. Clouds, however, have their darker moments too, and sometimes the sun was eclipsed by a mass of white and gray clouds like those from a Constable landscape, bringing a sudden shadow over the country-side. I watched clouds unite in ever densifying bands and chains until the sky w as over-hung with a heavy wall of dull gray. The Channel, obeying the mood of the sky, swelled in sullen weaves, smooth, silent, and gray. A deadened, muffled silence like that one senses early in the morning after a heavy snowstorm, pervaded the atmosphere. Then, at last, as if the low hanging clouds became tired of carrying their buredn, soft, fine rain fell. At other times, when the wind kept high all day, I grew dizzy watching the little wind-blown smudges scudding merrily across the sky, blown by the wind into almost transparent, feathery, trailing veils. By late afternoon the sky would be ridged with row upon row of herring- bone clouds, through Which the descending sun cast its last brilliant rays upon the land beneath. It reminded me of how, only too soon, man-made beams pointing upward would reveal death from the skies. ourth Form 26 The Branksome Slogan Sometimes I watched when the evening breeze arose, gathering- the scattered clouds under her wing until all the sky was clear, save for the frieze of high, puffy, intangible clouds over the west which the darkening sky had not yet swallowed intO ' its unfathomable nothingness. On clouds like these, the last rosy glow of the departed sun lived for a few seconds in luminous beauty. Then night reigned and the wind was still. I uttered a silent prayer of thanksgiving to Him ' ' who maketh the clouds His chariots: who walketh upon the wings of the wind. ELVA PARKINSON. Lost The steaming jungle was silent. The unearthly stillness was in itself a reason for his terror. The sun beat down through the canopy of verdant green, slanting obliquely, and met the jungle tloor in faded patches of lig ht. Great hulks, of trees loomed in the murky shade, their limbs in an embrace of death by long, thick vines which curled and twisted like serpents of evil. Here and there, exotic blooms glowed against the sombre background, almost sinister in their strange beauty. The black soil oozed water; so that at every step his feet sank into the mud. Though it was not yet noon, the air was hot and fetid, heavy with moisture and teeming with tiny insects. He found it extremely difficult to advance, for at every step he had to force his way through the lush undergrowth and matted vines. How long he had been walking he did not know, for in his fever-ridden mind time had ceased to be. A large beetle, black and shiny, ran paist his foot. He stamped at it viciously, losing for an instant the iron will which had kept back all his anger and frustration. The heat and fever had made him dizzy. He felt again the onslaught of sickness. His head was suddenly very light and his body was shaken by a severe chill. One memory kept appearing before him, much as he prayed that it might be blotted out forever. — The plane, its nose buried in the hill, a blazing trap for the other member of its crew, was etched sharply against the wall of his mind. Of hov he had been thrown clear at the crash he had no recollection, but he could hear still the cries of his companions. He felt he could almost see them, as he fought at the buckled door, even then too late to free them. On and on he staggered, blindly tearing at the vines and foliage in sickness and despair. Mercifully, delerium crept over his tired The Branksome Slogan 27 mind, flooding it with soothing- unreality. Soon he was sauntering down a quiet lane in the brisk cool of an afternoon in mid-autumn. Clean-cut maples and towering oaks, magnificent in the glory of fall, lived before him. He smiled faintly as his eye caught the fat dog, in mad pursuit of the rabbit she would nev er catch. At last, though he was unaware of it, his body was no longer able to. go on. Sinking to the ground, he raved and muttered in delirium until he slept. A murky haze grew in the sky and in a few hours a slight drizzle began. The tiny drops pattered incessantly and the leaves dripped. A large pool collected around the sleeping form, gradually soaking it from head to foot. Night was approaching when the rain ceased. The air was fresher. The sky had turned to that pale grey of a twilight alter rain. He awoke with a start, clear-headed but very weak. Looking about in the gloom, he strove to recognize one distinguishing feature of the jungle which hemmed him in. It was useless. After the crash, he had thought a tramp of thirty miles due east would take him to tlie air-field. He cursed himself. Thirty miles seemed nothing then, but now he knew it might as well have been three hundred, for he had no food, no compass. He was hopelessly lost. The full realization of his weakness came over him, as he attempted to stand. It left him reeling and nauseated. He lay back, his eyes closed, fighting to stifle the sudden wave of hysteria. When he opened them again, the tall figure of a man, standing just before him, was silhouetted against the darkening sky. He feared his delerium had re- turned. Then dimly, as unconsciousness closed in, he felt someone pull- ing him up and he knew that he was being carried, but he could remem- ber no more. ¥ hen he came too, the sun had risen and was filling the morning with its brillance. The jungle was no longer about him, and he was lying in a clearing which he instanly recognized as being near the field. Suddenly he remembered his rescuer. Forcing his body to a sitting position, he gazed blankly around him. As if in answer to the unspoken query, a man, who had been sitting a short distance away, rose and came forward. He was very young, with unkempt reddish hair. The uniform of a lieutenant in the Air Corps, tattered and filthy, hung loosely on his gaunt frame. He did not speak, but gently raised the sick man ' s right hand and placed a shining ring on its third finger. Having finished, he saluted gravely and turned back to the jungle. In a moment he had disappeared. The patrol found Captain Grey in the tiny clearing in time to save his life. After many weeks his recovery was sure. Major Halliday, 28 The Branksome Slogan in command of the field, came to visit him during his convalescence. As the two men shook hands, a most peculiar expression came over the Major ' s face. He demanded to know how Grey had come into posses- sion of the ring- he was wearing on his right hand. When Grey had finished his account, the Major snatched the ring off his hand, and took it to the windoiv to examine it more fully. Finally he said, ' ' This is ' Red ' Brown ' s ring. He cracked up out there six months ago, and he waved a hand expressively toward the jungle. The crazy fool would fly too low. Said he knew the jungle like a book. I — I helped bury him myself. DOROTHY GAFBELEIN. LETTERS OF FRANCES B. CHASE AND BRAIN Dear Brain: A week from this Monday marks the beginning of the Christmas Exams. I trust you understand that you will be expected to put forth all your energy, beginning not later than the present moment, in helping me in the pursuit of knowledge. I beg you to concern yourself with this problem immedi- ately and employ all your powers of concentration to this end. I hope I am not too late. Yours truly, rMiss) FRANCES CHASE. Dear Miss Chase: I regret to inform you that, due to circumstances which I do not wish to control, I do not intend to be concerned with or concentrate upon the pursuit of knowledge. Furthermore, I have no intention of exerting myself in cramming work which you have neglected since September. You should be interested to know that I am up- held in this decision by my friend and ally, your stomach who. as you remember, was intensly an- noyed Saturday when given no less than four sodas of different flavours to digest in one after- noon. Also with me is my great friend, your heart, (known crudely as ' ticker ), who has been very much disturbed of late by the ap- pearance of that brown-eyed sailor. Yours very truly, Your Brain. Dear Brain: If you are insinuating that I should tolerate such diabolical in- sults from such a minute piece of fluff as yourself, you are labour- ing under a slight misapprehen- sion. I demand that you apologise or I shall read Li ' l Abner again to annoy you. , Sincerely, FRANCES CHASE. Dear Frances: As if you would ever stop read- ing Li ' l Abner! You are in no position to ask for apologies. After all, who started this ! ! I find your coriduct abominable, and I will in- The Branksome Slogan 29 form you that my friends and I have an adequate revenge of which you shall learn in the near future. Yours truly, BRAIN. Dear Brain: This is the end of our friend- ship! You know how I loathe octopusses! You took a mean ad- vantage in sending six to twine around my bed last night FRANCES. Dear Frances: You forget that our friendship was over the moment you de- manded that I do extra heavy last minute cramming after your unmitigated laziness. However, I have had my revenge and I am now ready to accept an apology. Monday at 5.15 p.m. v ill do nicely. Yours truly, YOUR BRAIN. P.S. Please note — the plural of oc- tupus is octopods. Dear Brain: I apologize! FRANCES. COMMANDMENTS 1. Thou shalt always wear thy roommate ' s clothes, lest thou spill something on thine own. 2. Thou shalt run for thy lunch before the bell, lest the food run out. 3. Thou shalt not do thine as- signments, lest thou ruin thine eyes and fall behind in thy knitting. 4. Thou shalt always shout be- tween classes, lest thy teachers miss the latest gossip. 5. Thou shalt snap thy gum be- hind the perfect ' s back, lest thou lose the art. 6. Thou shalt not bother to get permission to speak during spares, lest thou disturb Miss Robinson. 7. Thou shalt keep thy lunch handy, lest thou become hungry between classes. 8. Thou shalt wear lipstick, nailpolish, and sweater, lest thy uniform appear drab. 9. Thou shalt wear an unpieat- ed kilt, lest the iron scorch it. 10. Thou shalt continually ex- cuse thyself from P.T., lest the gym get too crowded during apparatus. SYBILLA JOHNSON. BOARDERS ' MOURNING Rising Bell 7.15— Dead. 7.16— Still dead. 7.18 — Room-mate turns on radio. XXX ! (Censored) . 7.20 — ' ' Blue seal bread the fresh- est thing in town. Warning Bell 7.30 — No signs of movement. 7.32— Still no stirring. 7.35 — Stumble from bed. Walk Bell 7.40---Still in pyjamas. 7.42 — Dressed! . . . Are you seri- ous? Not really! 30 The Branksome Slogan Late Bell 7.45 Just out in the nick of time. 7.48 — Slowly around the block. 7.50— Still Walking ! ! 8.00 — Breakfast — No conversa- tion (?) 8.30 — Upstairs. In bed again! ! 8.45 — Asleep 8.50 — Signs of movement. School Bell 8.55 — Nothing done — ' Where is my homework? 8.59 — Room vaguely tidy? ? Bell for Prayers 9.00 — Nearly missed getting irl line. First Period 9.15 — Almost awake now. A Spare 10.15— Ah! More rest! ! History Period 11.15— ' The Slave Reform Bill — We ' r e still slaving! Lunch Bell 12.15 — Near starvation. 12.30— Mail— Spirits up??? BETH McNABB, JENNY HORTON. A Teacher (what Boy ' s school?) : — ' Is the centre of the earth molten, Smith? Slumberous Voice from the rear : Oh, no Sir, Branksome. Birds of a feather Flunk together. Plauntie: You aught to take chloroform. Culprit: Yeah! Who teaches it? Mrs. Perry : Why does a French- man eat only one egg at a time? Student: I dunno. Mrs. Perry: Because one is un oeuf. She : Call for me at eight sharp He: O.K. What time will you be ready ? Mary was at school for the first time. When she got home her Mother asked her : ' What did you learn today, dear? Nothing Muvver, I have to go back again tomorrow. Miss Philips : What kind of a car have you? Miss Gunny : A wreck. Miss Philips: A wreck? Miss Gunny: Yes, every time I park afbout a dozen people come up and ask me if I have reported the accident. Miss McMichael: Why are you always late, Ruth? Ruth Sedgwick : Because you al- ways ring the bell before I get here. How many subjects are you carrying? I ' m carrying two and dragging five. Third Form 32 The Branksome Slogan Zeus ' s Dream Zeus revelled in his new Kingdom, and, sitting high up on a little white cloud, sniffed luxuriously at various smells rising into the clear air from many sacrifices. He lay on his stomach and gazed down at the beautiful country, brilliant with early spring colours and dotted with little marble temples. Then, cooing like a baby, he burrowed into the cloud and dozed, grinning happily at the thought of the big banquet that was to be held tonight in honour of Venus, the goddess of Love; this new deity was due on earth any minute now and he was anxious to witness her arrival. On the horizon, blue-gray nymphs were deftly preparing the way for Apollo. As his first shining steed kicked the clouds out of the way, multi-coloured whirling forms danced around in a widening circle of colour. Somewhere out of those colours, gliding across the sea like an autumn breeze, came a sailing shell drawn by flying fish. In it, with a baby in her arms, stood a fair lovely maiden bearing herself with the grace of Love. She had eyes that were as wild as sunset and yet as soft as dawn, and childish lips that could calm a stor m. Her hair seemed at once a rainbow or a cloud ; behind her streamed a cloak made of the mists of early morning. She wore a gow n of dreams. Zeus was enchanted: his big blue eyes grew bigger and his laurel wreath fell into the sea. Venus alighted among the lilies and kissed Cupid lovingly. ' ' Keep your arrows sharp, she said, and give to men their most precious possession, my love. He grinned impishly, and she watched with pride as he flew up to Zeus and launched his whole quiver into that worthy god ' s heart. Then Venus called to Nature. A dog-rose grinned and wagged his petals; a tiger-lily melted at love ' s touch, and a shaggy dandelion guffawed. Venus remembered the forget-me-not and whimpered sweet somethings into Sweet William ' s ear. She bathed in a sunny brook and the water laughed and sparkled. A bull frog bellowed his love in the marsh, and Pan danced a hornpipe. But high up on the white snows of Mount Olympus the gods were gathering, each one arrayed magnificently in dinner dress. When they had all arrived, Zeus mounted an Ionian pillar and, in a rumbling voice, said : Dei Deae, I am glad so many of you have turned up to welcome the lovely lady at my side. Now let ' s all go for a skiing party ! The Branksome Slogan 33 His announcement was received with thunderous applause, clapping and whistling , through which was heard Mar ' s thunderous war cry! So they donned silver skis and started down the slopes. Mercury, who considered the sport boring, sat on a snow-man and gave a lively com- mentary to all who cared to listen: ' ' There goes Zeus as swift as an arrow, look at him go! Oh, too bad old fellow, you were doing fine until you got in the way of a tree. Watch out! Minerva! our armour is pretty hard to pull on! Vulcan, silly ass ! Stop melting the snow to find violets, there are plenty of them in the valley! Mars is really fierce. Ho! Ho! is he showing off before the ladies! Where ' s Cupid? Oh, there he is tobogganing with Venus! Hullo! What ' s up? Why, here comes good old Bacchus pulling a barrel as gib as a house. Hurrah! Ambrosia and hot dogs Guess I ' ll go an(i have some! ' So he joined the group of excited skiers crowding round the wine god. Zeus puffing like a fierce horse, clambered eagerly up the hill taking one step up and sliding back two ; he got there finally and made a dive for his hot dog to find himself frantically clutching at air. Splash! He had been dreaming! In his hunger he had dived right through the cloud into the Mediterranean, flooding the Peloponnesus! Neptune, laughing, threw him a kipper as he struck out for shore. The moor stretched as far as the eye could see, flat and barren. The levelness of the ground was interrupted only by small patches of dead grass and odd out-croppings of stone. A man called his dog closer for protection. The silence of the night had got hold of him and, try as he might, he coiild not shake the sudden terror that had seized him. A white mist came drifting up slowly over the moor, and brought with it a smell of freshness and coolness from the distance. The clouds gathered around the moon as if afraid of what lay below. The dog sat down and howled. The eeriness of the night drew the man on to he knew not what. Suddenly a house loomed out of the mist. Its mystery was heightened by the moon, which shone down upon it leaving the rest of the world in darkness. To the man this queer ghost-like mansion seemed to rep- resent death itself, but an unseen power had enveloped him, and it drew him on. As if in a trance, he walked toward the grim edifice, but the dog held back in sheer terror. ERICA CRUIKSHANK. Interlude 34 The Branksome Slogan Then he was standimg- before a door. Never before had a door seemed- formidable, but this one seemed to threaten approacbing- doom. Slowly he lifted his hand to the knocker. Something cold and clammy seemed to leap into his hand. Releasing his grasp, he saw that the knocker was in the shape of a skull. He shuddered and drew his cloak closer about him, then rapped timidly. The door began to open slowly. There was no rattling of chains, no creaking ' of unused locks; it was just a house wrapped in a ghostly silence. Suddenly he discerned a figure standing before him. It resembled a great shadow which took on no particular shape, for neither countenance nor hands were visible in the poor li ht. Overcome by a new sense of terror he walked reluctantly in, and the door closed behind him for ever. He loolied around, and discovered that the unknown butler had dis- appeared. He was alone. Turning, he found a door at his elbow. Cautiously he opened it and was met by a dazzling- flood of lig-ht so brilliant that he became bhnded. Stumbling in, he threw himself upon a chair and covered his face with his hands. But now, half crazed by his incessant fear, he was forced to rise and look about. The room seemed revolting! y hot and held an oppressive air of death about it. The word ' blood came thundering into his brain as he gazed about him, for all the furnishings of this chamber were of the same sickly hideous colour. He staggered across the floor with fear po ' unding in his heart. His hand felt for a small book which was lying open upon the table. Turning the pages he saw rows and rows of people ' s names, and their dates of birth and death, but all were unknown to him. Then he stopped. The Ibook iburned his fingers. His body became tense and his mind began to reel, for there on the page, in larger and brighter letters than all the rest, were the words ' ' James Alton. Born May Sixteen, 1812. Died June fifth, 1835. He slumped across the table. To-day was June fifth, 1835, and his name was — James Alton. MARY WATSON The Branksome Slogan 35 0 - t ) 6 0 1$ XT ' ) I c 1) 1 TO 4- ' 5 -CO 36 The Branksome Slogan THE PATH OF THE MOON SCHOOL—A LAMENT The path of the moon, white and y } tired of school, of learning and shimmering, j . _ Crept silently, — silent and glim- mering. Algebra, Latin and History a bore. Strongly and freely o ' er the moun- Yet everyone says, ' ' Your school tains it shone, days, my dear From snow-capped peaks to the re the happiest moments of all depths of the sea. „ Wildly and fiercely it glowed until j . j. dawn; me Sparkling the fish as they darted in glee. From my grim future Td gladly Branches hung heavy and dark in their setting Of twinkling stars, beaming moon, and purple night. A filmy moth climbed slowly the path of the moon Clothed in white and woven with silver on a silvery loom flee. ANN CAWTHRA. JOAN AITKEN AFTER THE STORM The tumult was over, and the dark clouds had gone. Like a bird in great haste, across TO ALTHEA the sky. Buying bonds will make us be The sun came up over the moun- Healthy, wealthy, wise and tain singing a song free. That echoed forth, and brought So save your pennies, nickels, jth it a rainbow- dimes, And soon we ' ll hear the victory chimes. A spectrum of fairy hues that caught and held the eye. ROSEMARY MacDONALD. BARBARA CHISHOLM. Second Form 38 The Branksome Slogan Jungle Mysteries The lion crept closer, treading softly towards its unsuspecting- sleeping- prey. His eyes glistened eagerly in the dusk, and his ears were pricked for any sound, and Ms noise was lifted for the scent of any unseen enemy. His tawny body, from the flowing mane to the end of his tail, blended perfectly with the background. He was still cautious, for, though he was termed ' ' lord of the jungle and recognized as king of the beasts for daring, courage, and strength, he had many enemies that might waylay him. He crouched, his eyes still intent on his prey, ready to spring at any moment. Behind him was darkness — the jungle growth black against the lighter sky. There was a rustle of the night animals waking up, ready to start on their stealthy hunting. Clouds began to sink into the sky, and a full moon rose, giving the jungle a phantom-like mystery. The lion still watched his prey, which was huddled in a ball under one of the gigantic trees of the jungle. It was a small child, not more than five years old, who had strayed from some negro village. The great jungle held many fears for the child and, after sobbing, he had, from sheer exhaustion, fallen asleep. Then, out of the quiet of the night, came the chattering of a chimpanzee mother who was looking for a lost baby. As she came near, she spotted the dark object on the ground. Her eyes were not accus- tomed to the night so she did not realize that the object was a child. She leapt to a nearby branch, and, swinging by her tail, lifted the child up. The lion, on seeing his prey being taken from him, leapt into the air with ,a, savage roar that split the jungle. He managed to grip some of the monkey ' s hair between his teeth, bringing the monkey and the terrified child, now thoroughly awake, to the ground. The child now managed to free himself from the tangle, and, as his instinct told him, ran from the glaring eyes of the beast. The lion noticed the child running away, but did not trouble to pursue him, for the chimpanzee, now chattering under his paws, was a, far better prize than the child. The monkey, though strong, was no match for the lion, so her struggling did no good. The lion ' s eyes glinted at her for one moment, then his cruel teeth closed about her throat. Immediately the chimpanzee fell limp at his feet. The lion ' s roar had attracted the attention of some negro lion hunters from one of the villages. Guided by the growling, they had come up against the wind so that the lion could not scent them. As they came closer, they saw the lion singled out by one of the moon- The Branksome Slogan 39 beams that penetrated intO ' the jungle. He was sitting: on his hind legs, his head bent as he looked down at the dead chimpanzee. He must have been about twenty-five years old, weighing around five hundred pounds, and approximately three feet in height. One of the greatest lords of the jungle! A negro lifted his spear and hurled it at the lion. The aim was true. It pierced the lion ' s heart. The lion roared in defiance, and, with eyes blazing, made ready to spring. He leapt, but weakness overcame him. He sank to the ground breathing his last. The hunters were still cautious, as they knew the lion bad many tricks, but, watching him for a while, knew he was dead by the stillness of his body. They came close to examine their prize, and the terrified child, on seeing the negroes, ran to them for safety. It turned out that the hunters had come from the child ' s own village, so he was once again safe. LYNNE KINDERSLEY Autobiography of a Pair of Skiis Life began for us one day in Spring. We were two little buds on a hickory tree. Cradled deep in the forest, rocked to and fro by the breeze, we were lulled by the babbling brook. The earth nourished us, the sun gave us warmth and ere long we blossomed into tiny branches, tipped with green. In time, we developed into fine sturdy limbs — strong, yet supple. One day the loggers stalked through the forest, devastating our lovely grove. Ruthlessly we were felled, and then we floated down the river huddled together in chains. Any attempt to escape was frustrated by the fleet-footed guards who jabbed us with long spikes. We drifted all night, wondering what would befall us. Next morn- ing, terrified scrcechings foretold our doom. V e had fallen into the clutches of a dangerous saw-mill. There, stripped of our bark, we underwent a gruesome operation, too horrible to describe. When we emerged, minus our curves, we were placed in flat piles for sun-treatment, then loaded on to the train and sihipped away for further torture. My brother and I finally landed at a sporting goods factorj . where we once more came under the operator ' s knife. He transferred us into 40 The Branksome Slogan a beautiful pair of skiis. ' ' Now, thought we, ' ' we shall i et back to the great out-doors. Soon a nice jovial-looking man came to the shox), saying he wanted the best pair of skiis in the place for the best little girl in the world. So we were sent along with some bright red poles to a would-be champion of twelve. Early experiences with our young owner were a bit distressing. Being twins, we liked to stay near each other, and she seemed bent on separating us. She was forever setting us at right angles. Naturally, that would upset her balance and down she would flop, Hinging us skyward. Or perhaps she w ould take us down the slope snow-plough fashion, crossing one point over the other on the way, resulting in most awkward positions and situations. We tried to explain that we were easy to get lalong wdth if only she would keep us together. Finally she got the idea. In fact, we were racing downhill in fine parallel position when sud- denly — bang ! — out of nowhere a tree came up and draped itself around us. When rescuers asked what happened, she said, Oh my skiis just stopped to embrace a new friend — and laughed. Undaunted, the persistant young thing was soon straggling along again. Crash! This time we collided with another skier and we all started sommersaulting down the hill. Then a harness came undone and I went speeding down the hill by myself, leaving Twin and our owner behind, hopelessly muddled in a conglomoration of skiis and legs. By the time tliey were disentangled and I retrieved. Dad decided to call it a day; so he dragged his young hopeful home and carried us off to the ski-house. We were soon introduced to the ski-tow. We fell off several times before Missy acquired the knack of it. After that, we enjoyed the sen- sation immensely. Then followed excursions through the trails. Back to nature again, we acted rather contrarily, I am afraid, for w e found it very tempting to seek out ancestors off the beaten track. However, the little sport was now quite capable of extricating herself — and us — when in diffi- culties, so our social leaning caused no serious mishaps. One day we visited Mt. Tremblant, the highest peak in the Laur- entians. It required two hours to haul us to the top. To begin with, our mistress sat in a chair suspended high above the ground, and we dangled below in mid-air, as up the steep grade w e were pulled. I did feel queer! Once on firm ground again we cross-countried to Num- ber two. It was an anchor-shaped affair, against which the skier leaned The Branksome Slogan 41 while we remained on the snow. It pushed us up another mile or so. There was a bit of herrinof-boning: and ' ' side-stepping to do before we reached the top, but it was well worth the effort! Three thousand, one hundred feet above sea-level, the panorama was magnificent ! After enjoying- the view and a rest, we started downward. The Nansen Trail is four miles long-, winding through the beautiful snow- clad mountain, exciting in spots, and great sport. We reached the bot- tom actually in one piece after a truly never-to-be-forgotten journey. From then oil there was always the craving for more thrills: skiing behind a team of huskies, then ski-joring. The latter was our undoing! The horses galloped so furiously that our young dare-devil lost her grasp of the reins, and away we went at break-neck speed into a stump. The result? Missy ' s leg now reposes in a cast, and Twin and I have been relegated to the wood-pile. What the future holds for us I do not know — I am afraid that our end is near. GLORIA LYONS Trial and Error High up in t]ie tall white pine tree sat the owl, his back to ' the setting sun, his half-closed eyes giving la sleepy look to his appearance, ridiculed only by the apparent alertness of his feathered bulk. As the light grew dimmer, the brown and white of his body merged into dark- ness, until he was only a faint shadow against the tree. For an hour, the immense bird was still, his downy breast ruffling slightly in the night breeze, until, at last, his eyes began to glow strangely in anticipation of his night ' s hunting. Suddenly, the great shadow slipped silently from the branch and flew swiftly downwards, disappearing in the blackness of the forest below. The owl winged his way through the small top branches of the trees to the heavier, firmer branches nearer the ground. On he went, noiselessly, his eyes, having lost their sleepy look, all-seeing and wary. At the edge of the forest he stopped, and, perching on the limb of a low tree, began his watch of death. Much later, he caught his first mouse, swooping down from amongst the leaves to seize and tear it apart with beak and claws. Not a sign wais left to show the struggle. He resumed his post, watching with untiring scrutiny for another martyr to his cause and was soon rewarded by a victim similar to the first. The moon, wild and restless on its grey sea of clouds, lit up the meadow, and exposed the owl, devouring the last of its prey ; and then, as if scandalized at the sight, slipped behind a bank of white mist and 42 The Branksome Slogan was lost tO ' view. A wind moaned in the treetops, and somewhere a dead branch fell with a dry crash upon last year ' s leaves. A whip-poor-will called in the distance. In the king-bird ' s nest all was quiet. The young fledgling ' s were asleep, huddled in the nest like so many balls of fluff, with their mother ' s protecting- form watching over them. But the kingbird, tired as he was from feeding- his offspring during- the day, could not sleep. He sat restlessly on a nearby jimb, his beady eyes, though unaccustomed to darkness, taking in the view as best they could. Suddenly the owl was upon him, flailing him with his wings and clutching at his eyes. Instantly the small bird dropped from the branch, and, swiftly eluding his pursuer, darted away from the nest. The owl followed, swooping and banking on his great wings, knowing ' only a craving desire for the blood of this dwarf who failed to succumb after his first attack. The kingbird darted upwards, and dove on the owl below him, his beak pecking and stabbing furiously. The owl was bewildered. Most birds were easy to overcome, and yet this little demon had not only escaped him, but had come back to attack. The kingbird dove aig-ain, but the owl was ready for him, and side-stepped so that the smaller had to pull up underneath, to be torn at with jagged claws. The kingbird, angry at being mauled, now made his onslaught more deadly and vicious, jabbing from all sides at the owl, who was powerless to 2.31 p.m. The Branksome Slogan 43 defend himself against these hghtning-like blows. Finally the owl gave up, and flew away, only clawing a little if the pursing kingbird got too near. At last the latter stopped his assault and made off for his nest, which was undisturbed by the battle. The owl, disconcerted and scarred by battle, winged his way slowly and thoughtfully back to his roost in the pine tree, and settled himself on the limb. A bright streak of red appeared across the eastern sky, showing him in silhouette, grey against the tree. He closed one eye. When the first rays of the sun fell on him, he was asleep. ANN BURTON FACT OR FICTION? CLOUD: Visible condensed water vapour floating in the air. Can such vague, impersonal words describe the white, fleecy drifts aJbove us on a summer day? Or the dark, changing masses that hurry through the sky before the rain falls? Or the yellow, mys- terious ceiling that hangs over the earth before a thunderstorm? Surely we can never put into words the glory of these phenomena of the sky that are so common to use and yet so amazing in every new form they take. We watch and wonder what has (brought these strange shapes into being. AGNES FAIRBAIRN. Graduation Day Little Girl : Why didn ' t I get a ' pass card, too? Teacher: Well, you really didn ' t work hard enough this year. Little Girl: (With disgust). Didn ' t work hard enough! Who cleaned your black board and brushes every day this year? 44 The Branksome Slogan The Ship That Sailed On The 1 3th Sunshine gave way to fog, and in the middle of it, the ' ' Duchess of York sailed. The mist lay all around her like a thick, dark, g-hostly blanket. The. deadening ' silence was not even penetrated by the faint soiund of a foghorn. On the bridge, nothing would be seen but a wall of fog. In the luxurious reading-room, Penny Alexander was trying to read a book, but her thoughts wandered away to Canada. actually, know very little about the country, but I am sure I shall like it, she murmured. Suddenly she head the engines slow down. An instant later there was a grinding crash. The sofa on which Penny sat appeared to come alive. It threw her violently to the ground. It was obvious the ship had gone aground. On board there was no sign of disturbance. A war intercession service in the third class continued without a pause. A few stewards crept cautiously through the double black-out doors and reported noth- ing could be seen from the deck except the inky black darkness. There were other strange sounds w hich suggested the hull was splitting, but fortunately the worst hole was filled with an oil tank. This acted as a stoipper. An unexpected strength of tide, drifting the ' ' Duchess of York off her course, had taken her into such shalli0i  water that the ship was at least safe from submarines. E ' arly in the morning Penny heard that they had cleared the rock and would try to get to the nearest English port. So, limping through the fog, they set off very slowly, close to the shore to avoid under-sea pirateis. After breakfast, the fog seemed to disappear as if by magic, and Penny, taking a walk on deck, saw picturesque hills and a friendly little village nestling among them. While she was watching this scene, divers came out. Penny waited anxiously for their report. It was bad. An oil tank had burst. One propeller was stripped of its blades, and the others were bent or broken. Not twenty miles from Liverpool, while Penny slept (for the first time in twenty hours), the ship ' s sirens yelled a warning. In less than two minutes everybody was on deck. There was a German submarine manoeuvering for position. There was a mome nt of excitement when the big gun, of which the ship was so proud, tried for range. Then, screaming out of the clouds, sure and swift as hunting eagies, came two R.A.F. bombers. Penny and some other passengers gasped in amazement, as with head- First Form 46 The Branksome Slogan long precision they came down, diving- straight at the tin fish. The bombs made heavy, flat noises as they hit the thundering sea, and geysers of water spouted up, but by this time it was very rough and tlie submarine was out of sight. The gun crew were in action and the ship shook as she settled heavily into the troughs of the waves. The seamen with gilt stars on their lifebelts, were waiting by the lifeboats, already slung at deck level. A crash shook the boat as one of the bombers completed its defensive circle. ' ' There she goes, yelled a lookout. The gun ceased fire. Signal lights flickered from the lean, dark shapes roiaring overhead. ' ' She ' s submerged. That must have been a hit. I saw the con- ning tower go over and a bit of her side. We had to cease fire. The planes got in the way. They were almost into her. That was crash- diving! So the rumours grew. Above the excited voices came a succession of blasts. What ' s that? Abandon ship? asked a commercial traveller in the voice of one inquiring about a taxi at the door. Everybody stood motionless. Then Penny pulled a paper out of her pocket. I ' ve got the directions here. Wait a moment. I ' ll tell you — three blasts, six. no, that was , she counted cooly, All Clear. DAMARIS CARI.es LAMENT I often think it is a shame That I never get a date. I ' m not bald or going grey, I stand up straight. I use a Kiss-Pruf Lipstick But I never get a kiss, I use Lifebouy and Tabu But every date I miss: It isn ' t lack of trying It ' s not that I ' m too thin, I can do every exercise — My knees can touch my chin I I always use Wood-bury ' s Face Cream For ' The Skin you love to touch ' ; I ' ve read Don ' t Be a Wallflower But stay at home as such. Of Vogue, Glamour, and Harper ' s Bazaar I read each and every issue: I wear the clothes that they sug- gest. And I use Kleenex Tissue. I haven ' t got bad breath My teeth are in quite tight, I use Pepsodent each morn And Listerine each night. I ' ve eaten tons of Wheaties And bushels of Kellog ' s Pep, I wear Gotham Gold Stripe Stock- ings My shoes are by ' Air Step ' . Perhaps I should in History Or in my Math books delve, And try again in six more years When I ' m eighteen — not twelve! NANCY WALLACE The Branksome Slogan 47 MONTHS September brings the autumn days, Which lead on to October; November gives the biting gales, And soon Decemlber ' s over. January starts the year afresh, And Febr ' ary slips on by; The winds are blended into March, Which give an April sky. The flowers come and blossom May, Who dies and gives us June; July fades out and tarrys not. Then August sings her tune. And so it goes from month to month, They fly back to the past. Their sorrows burn but soon depart. Their joys will always last. SALLY McCONNELL. NOVEMBER With a sudden gust of wind And a sudden whirl of leaves Down they come like dancers Twirling in the breeze. The sky is like a ballroom Alive with reds and greens. Ever falling downward Endlessly it seems. Then at last the earth is still, The wind has stopped her play, The leaves no longer tumble down Their colours bright and gay. And then the snowflakes start to fall. They clothe the trees ' stripped limbs. And in the distance children sing Cheery Christmas hymns. ANNE GODSALL. 48 The Branksome Slogan The Life of a Hairbrush TPie first think I saw or knew was that I was in a plastic factory. I am made from a plastic called cellulose acetate. Celluslose acetate is made of the material which holds the fibre of a tree to yether. This substance, while it is being processed, can be squeezed into almo st any shape and keep that shape. Plastics can be made into buttons, combs, pens, book-marks, plugs, brushes like myself, and many other things. As for myself, I was made into the back of a hairbrush. I am pretty, transparent, gray-green colour. I would never have existed if it had not been for a man called John Hyatt of Albany New York. He was a printer by trade, but his hobby was chemistry. One day he cut his finger. His first though was to cover the wound so that he could continue his work. It came to his mind that he had a substance in a cup-boiard with which he had recently been experimenting. He decided to use this for a covering for his wound. The material was a solution called cellulose nitrate in a mix- ture of two liquids, either and alcohol. On going to the cupboard, Hyatt found that the bottle had tipped over and that the contents had run out and solidified on the shelf. His curiosity was aroused. He noticed that the material was tough and elastic. Suddenly it occurred to him that this might be worth thou- sands of dollars. He was not disappointed. His investigation led to the commercial development of the first plastic, celluloid. There are many types and colours of plastics. Some are black, some are white, some a mottled brown, and others the colours of a rain- bow. Nylon hose are made from a kind of plastic. So are my bristles. Plastics are light in weight and do not break easily, like glass. Also some plastics are unharmed by heat. For these reasons they are important for use in aeroplane parts and electrical fixtureSe After my bristles were fitted into the frame I was put into a box with a number of my companions and carried out to a truck. We went from the factory to a huge store. Finally I was taken out of my case and put on a counter. I had many admirers, but I could hardly think because the noise was so dreadful. After a while I was not so sensi- tive to the noise. I noticed that a woman w as paying special attention to me. Presently she said she would take me for her little girl who would like me. I was put into a pretty blue box and carried home. The little girl seemed delighted with me. I have always been very happy with her after my many adventures. ALLISON BROWN, Grade VII. Junior Schoo 50 The Branksome Slogan HANSEL AND GRETEL On March 29th, 1944, the Junior School put on a three-act oper- etta, ' ' Hansel and Gretel . Tiie part of Hansel was played by Ottilie Rose Huycke and Gretel was played by Helen Thompson. The operetta began with a duet, ' iSusy Lttle Susy , sung by Han- sel and Gretel. The mother came in and was angry to find the chil- dren playing, and, in a rage, sent - — them off to look for strawberries. After picking strawberries, the children decided to go home, but could not find the way. They were very sleepy so they lay down. The sandman came and sprinkled sand in their eyes. Hansel and Gretel then sang a duet, ' ' The Evening Prayer , with fourteen angels making a tableau. In the morning the Dawn Fairy sprinkled dew drops in their eyes which woke Gretel up. She called Hansel and they saw a lovely little house made of cake, candy, and cookies, with a hedge of ginger- bread around it. They nibbled at bits of the house. The owner of it— a dreadful old witch, came out and threw a rope around Han- sel ' s neck. She then put him in a cage. Drawing Gretel near the stove, the witch tried to make her peek into it, but Hansel seeing that the witch was going to push Gretel into the stove, stole out of the cage and caught her dress. Then they both pushed the witch into the stove and sang a duet, Hurrah the Witch is Dead . The gingerbread children woke up and did a dance. Hansel and Gretel thanked the angels for help- ing them to escape from the witch, and the father and mother, who were searching for the children, came upon the scene and rejoiced to find the childen safe and well. CATHLEEN CHERRY, Grade VHI. The Branksome Slogan 51 SPORTS REVIEW AND CLAN COMPETITIONS (Reported by Binkie Jean, Paddy Cave, and Diana Walker) Junior Clans — This is the first year that we have had clans in the Junior school. We call them Bruce, Grant, and Robertson. Every girl from grade five up is in one of the three. There is a chieftain and sub-chieftain for each clan. We had several inter- clan contests. One of our keenest competitions was a posture campaign. Each clan wore a different coloured rib- bon. If a teacher saw a girl slump- ing, the ribbon was immediately taken away. The clan that had had the least ribbons taken away won. You can imagine how straight we all sat that week! Inter-school Junior Swinfiming Meet — On April 28th a swimming meet was held at Bishop Strachan School. The schools contesting were Bishop Strachan, Havergal College, and Branksome Hall. It was a very lively competition. We competed in diving, relay racing, obstacle racing, life-saving, and ordinary speed racing. Con- testants were divided into two groups: (1) Twelve years and under, (2) ten years and under. Bishop Strachan came first and Branksome second. JUNIOR CHIEFTAINS AND SUB-CHIEFTAINS Front Rovj: C. Jean, P. Cave, F. Jean. 2nd Row: N. DeLangley, D. Walker, G. Piercey. 52 The Branksome Slogan Inter-school Basket Ball — Basketball was the highlight for grades VII and VIII in the autumn. The following represented Brank- some in the inter-school games: Oathleen Cherry, Naomi de Lang- ley, Paddy Cave, Helen Scace, Binkie Jean, Diana Walker. We played the junior teams of Haver- gal College and Bishop Strachan. THE TROUTLING ' I am dissatisfied . The little troutling said : ' I don ' t like this awful pool No, I wish that I were dead! , But fisihy mine , his ma replied, ' ' You know we ' d miss you so If upon a lovely day You to the sea did go . But the mother ' s words were of no use And fishy swam away, Way out to the ocean blue Upon a lovely day. So He swam, and swam, and swam, and swam Until he was tired out. Oh, what a cruel shark it was To eat our little trout. CAROL PENDRITH, Grade VIII. THE SEASONS All the leaves are falling down. Red and yellow, golden-brown. Down they go Just like snow, Whirling like a falling crown. Next comes winter full of fun. Games and cheer for everyone. Ice-clad lakes, Snowy flakes. Gently, slowly falling down. All the flowers are coming out. A wandering breeze is all about. Crocuses come Out in the sun. For the spring is lots of fun. Camps are opening up the way. Merry laughter all the day. Splashing sounds, Nimible bounds. Where the swirling waters play. DRUSILA CARLEIS, Grade VI. Activities 54 The Branksome Slogan School Activities This year of 1943-44 has been unusual in the number of special activities which have been organized. Not only have we enjoyed the dances and plays which we have always considered as part of the school year, but also we have seen a great many new types of entertainment included in the schedule. Perhaps the most popular of these innovations are the morning broiadcasts, which are presented in the common room before an impos- ing microphone which carries the programme to the audience listen- ing in the gym. The first time a broadcast was held, we were fooled for a moment into believing that it v as a regular radio show, but now we know that it is ' ' B.H.S. Your Independently Owned and Operated station ' The fifth form were the first performers. They wrote a script on the unification of Italy and then acted the story. Later in the term we heard a programme of classical music. We heard a real broadcast one day, though, the story of Portia White ' s struggle for fame as a singer and of the help Miss Read gave her, that help which brought about her first important concert. This fall, Portia White gave another concert, sponsored by our Alumnae and held at Eaton Auditorium. After leaving Toronto, she made a concert tour across Canada and then followed her New York debut at the Town Hall, which was an overwhelming success. TPiis singer, Who a little while ago was an unknown school-teacher, is now being acclaimed as the ' ' Marian Anderson of Canada. At Christmas time, we held our lovely carol service, which over so many years has grown to be an unforgettable event for both the school and for the congregation, who always fill St. Andrew ' s Church to hear and take part in the service. This special hour spent in sing- ing and worship opens the festive season for every Branksome girt The debate with U.T.S. was another event which we all enjoyed. As Miss Read says, the boys are always welcome at Branksome. The subject of the debate was, ' Tor the good of Canada, the C.C.F. party should be put in power at the coming election. Our team, Nancy Rendell, Twigg Woodward, and Pat Stewart took the affirmative. Both sides argued so convincingly that it was only with a small majority of points that our guests won. We all hope that this debate may prove to be only the first in a serious of debates, and that we may invite the boys back to Branksome next year. The play of the year was Pride and Prejudice, a spectacular, three-act drama directed by Miss McNeil and Miss Sime. The players The Branksome Slogan 55 worked hard for months beforehand and the finished result was one which will be remembered for a long time. The cast was headed by Meribeth Stobie, Birgitte Dahl, Twigg Woodward and Prim Eshelby. In addition to ' Tride and Prejudice, each form also presented a play of its own during the year. Branksome certainly offers opportunities to would-be actresses ! The operetta, ' The Saucy Hollandaise, was enthusiastically re- Scenes from Pride and Prejudice ' ' 56 The Branksome Slogan ceived Miss Shaw and Mrs. Perrj directed and Virginia Henderson and S-hirley Balder took the leads. The dances were exceptional, par- ticularly Marjorie Flannigan ' s hornpipe ,and the cute Dutch dance which was made up by Miss Gunsaulus. The second term ended with a tap-dancing performance which lasted for almost an entire morning. Throughout the winter, we struiggled to learn tap and to compose original dances — even to choose the music and titles for them. The best of these were picked from each form and then were presented on the last day of school before our Easter holidays. Though they were shown especially for the staff, the girls all agreed that it was an extremely pleasant way to spend a school daj As part of their drive to raise money for the Red Cross, the Beta Kappa and Opheleo societies jointly held the annual Spring Fashion Show. Fifteen models paraded up and down the gym before a large audience, and the two performances together netted about two hundred dollars. The Hallowe ' en Masquerade was another of our social successes. It was fun even before the actual party began because everyone had to desigfn and make a costume to wear. All the g-irls from, third form up will remember our School Dance, org-anized by the Beta Kappa. The Editing The Slogan The Branksome Slogan 57 gym was decorated in the school colours and the walls were covered with murals caricaturing- Branksomites. Music was by Roy Frankel ' s ' ' Blue Rhythm. This year the common room was also used for dancing with a public address system making it poissible for the music to be heard in there. We should not forget that picnic up at the farm last September, which was the first time that old girls and new girls had a chance to get together and begin to know each other. Thoug ' h this year has been crowded with interesting events, we are still looking forward to the Strawberry Festival in June, and then to our Prize-giving and garden party which always end the year with a special flourish. MARY ALICE BURTON. BETA KAPPA This year the Beta Kappa has had continued success, owing to the friendliness and co-operation of the school and of all the friends of the school. The three dances were the main events. The first, the Hallowe ' en Masquerade, at the end of October, was gay and colourfull. Dancing- was in the gym and the highlight of the evening was the fashion show given by Miss Read and the Staff. Prizes were given for the most original costumes. In November, the senior forms held their dance. This was chiefly to entertain the aiined services, and, as a fairly new Branksome feature, went off well with the co-operation of the older students. Our big annnal dance, the Branksome At-Home, was given by Miss Read, on the twenty-eighth of January, in tJie gymnasium. It was decorated with murals and streamers in the school colours. The orchestra ap- pealed to all comers. Miss Read and Jean Plaunt received the guests, and a well-started evening ended all too soon. The annual fashion show was held this year under the combined efforts of the Opheleo and the Beta Kappa. Two hundred dollars was collected for the Red Cross. Excellent advice was also given to the school girl for her coming spring wardroibe. Branksome is a school which combines work and pleasure, but this could not be possible without help from everyone; and for this help the officers and committee of the Beta Kappa Society would like to thank the school. LOIS LANDRITH, President. 58 The Branksome Slogan FELLOWSHIP At Branksome Hall we have a branch of the Inter School Christian Fellowship. The members of the LV.C.F ' . throughout Canada are hii h schooil students who wish to know more of God ' s word and of His Son, Jesus Christ. At our weekly meetings we have infoiinal Bible discussions, prayer meetings, and Bible quizes. Frequently we have speakers, and among our miany interesting ones this year were: Miss Edith M. Read, Mrs. Donald Powell, Miss Doreen Martin, Mrs. A. J. Stuart, Mrs. Hay, Mr. Z. Carles, who has done Christian work in Spain for many years. Rev. M. Kaminsky and Rev. T. Christi Innes, formerly of Knox Presbyterian Church, Toronto. Our average attendance is twenty-five girls. Next year we hope that many more girls will join us in our Christian Fellow- ship meeting. RUTH ALLLSON, President. OPHELEO The of?icers and committee of the Opheleo Soci ety take this oppor- tunity to thank the school and the stalf for their generous support during the school year. This year we are happy to announce that we have sent money to four continents. This is the largest effort yet made by the school. The fall term opened with collections for the Ramabai Mission to which we sent two hundred dollars. Then, from the money collected at the Carol Service, one hundred dollars was used to give Christmas boxes to the poor. Our big drive was during tlie second term when four weeks were devoted to the World Campaign for Missions. We sent fifty dollars to support our orphan, Avantika, fifty dollars to support our Indian teacher, Clarabai, and fifty dollars to continue the Branksome bed at the Lud- hiana Hospital. Eighty-five dollars went to the Spanish Christian Mission, forty dollars to the China Inland Mission, twenty-five dollars to the Inter Var sity Christian Fellowship for use in South America, and twenty-five dollars to Ethiopia. This amount w as greatly in- creased by the collection taken at the play ' Tride and Prejudice and by the Junior School ' s generous contributions. Besides collecting two hundred books for our own library, we sent one hundred books to the University Settlement and one hundred to the Nathanial Institute. In response to an urgent appeal we sent over one The Branksome Slogan 59 hundred and fifty articles of clothing- to help relieve the suffering Greeks. By the end of this year we feel confident that we will have bought over eight thousand dollars worth of War Bonds and Stamps. We hope to raise one hundred dollars at the Strawberry Festival and at the Closing Service to send poor children from the city for a holiday in the country. In this way, we as a school, have contributed to the struggle for better world conditions. HAZEL PARRY and PRIMULA ESHELBY. SWIMMING TEAM Front Row: F. Dafoe, G. Lnona. 2nd Row: M. Powell, P. McConnell, E. Cruikshank. 3rd Row M. Windeyer, N. Inglis, D. Windeyer, J. Druminond. 60 The Branksome Slogan Sports Parade — May 1943 to May 1944 BASKETBALL Moulton 18, B.H.S. 49 Basketball has been one of the most popular sports during the fall term at the school. This year its popularity increased even more since the swimming pool was clos- ed. Every afternoon the courts were filled with enthusiastic players, experienced and other- wise. Only after lengthy workouts and trials were the first and sec- ond teams finally chosen who rep- resented Branksome in the inter- school games. After intensive practicing on school days as well as Saturday mornings, the teams were ready to play an almost professional game. Their hard work was well reward- ed for both groups made an out- standing showing, winning for themselves an almost perfect re- cord. The first team won every game they played and the second lost only one. The enthusiasm and sportman- ship with which the games were played is a credit to both the school and the players. The season as a whole was most successful and provided keen competition and en- tertainment not only for those who participated but for the fans who sat on the sidelines and cheered their teams to victory. Scores of First Team Games Old Girls 28, B.H.S. 20 Havergal 15, B.H.S. 23 B.S.S. 14, B.H.S. 20 St. Clements 22, B.H.S. 28 (Return games) Havergal 16, B.H.S. 38 B.S.S. 5, B.H.S. 17 SKATING AND SKIING Winter sports play a very im- portant part in the athletic pro- gram. We skate twice a week at the Varsity Arena where would-be Sonja Henies amaze us with their spins and jumps. It looks so easy, but We made good use of the little snow we had this winter by weekly excursions to our farm, ' ' Clansdale Heights. A gay group of twelve girls set out every Saturday morn- ing to try their skill and luck on the snowy slopes. After wonderful hours of skiing, the skiers returned to a meal of hot stew, coffee, and a cozy evening around the fireplace. Sunday morning again found the enthusiasts eager to risk their necks on the hills. At night they The Branksome Slogan 61 At the School Farm arrived back at school, stiff, tired, but happy. TENNIS Tennis has always been a very popular sport at Branksome. From the moment the nets are put up in the spring until they are taken down in the fall, the courts are full of enthusiastic players. Our annual tennis tournament is played in May. The winner of last year ' s singles was Elizabeth (Bucket) Busk with Mary Barnes as runner-up. The doubles were won by Sheila McLoughry and Elizabeth Busk. Many girls en- tered the tournament and the ex- citement aroused by the compet- ition ran high. In tennis we are in great debt to the English girls who have con- tributed so much and given us such a wonderful leadership. On Saturday, May 13, we are having an inter-school tennis tournament at Havergal College. Each school is to send twelve play- ers, six for a junior team and six for a senior team. Last year B.S.S. won. We are all eagerly awaiting this year ' s result. INTER-CLAN SWIMMING AND DIVING MEET An inter-clan swimming meet was held in the school early in May. The pool was lined with spec- tators cheering their clan rep- resentatives. The program in- cluded umbrella, quiz, and candle races, a cork harvest, and a trick game. The majority of these were for fun and enjoyment rather than skill. There was also a plunge for distance, an underwater swim, and crawl and breast stroke relays. The last event was a diving com- petition in which the Campibell Clan came first, the MacLeod Clan, second, and the Douglas and Mac- Lean Clans, third. When the points for both diving and swimming were totalled the Campbell and MacLean Clans tied for first place, the MacAlpine Clan placed second, and the Doug- las, third. 62 The Branksome Slogan BADMINTON Brahksoime Hall is very fortun- ate in having access to the Bad- minton courts oif St. Paul ' s Church every Tuesday afternoon, and the sport has become very popular. In May a tournament is held in which many enter with high hopes. Last May our singles tourna- ment was won by Ruth Beynon with Elizaibeth Busk as runner-up. The doubles were won by Ruth Beynon and Orde Skeeles. The nimbleness of the victors amazed those of us who were not so agile. This year an inter-clan tourna- ment was played which was won by the Douglas Clan, represented by Twigg Woodward and Patricia Rogers. The Scott Clan came sec- ond. BASKETBALL TEAM Front Row: J. Horton, J. Flaunt, E. Capener. 2nd Row: E. Busk, D. Griffith, T. Woodward. The Branksome Slogan 63 Well Caught! On May 2 of this year Brank- some Hall played hostess to the other private schools in an inter- school meet held at St. Paul ' s church. Bishop Strachan walked off with the honours, Havergal College came second, and we tied with St. Clement ' s for third. We were ably represented by Twigg Woodward in the singles and Dor- othy Robinette, Elizabeth Busk, Patricia Rogers, and Elizabeth Riddell in the doubles. We all enjoy these inter-school games very much, not only for the competition involved, but for the chance to become acquainted with the girls of other schools. SPORTS ' DAY In 1943 we had a most successful Sports ' Day. Almost everyone par- ticipated, and everyone enjoyed herself, even if she didn ' t win any- thing! There was jumping, — run- ning broad jump, standing broad jump, the high jump, and hop, step and jump. There was a long distance basket-ball throw — watch that muscle, girls! Of course there were races, too. After a general scramble for first place, the winner finally turned out to be Margaret Capener. Try-outs for 1944 ' s Sports ' Day are now going on. Watch for the winner! 64 The Branksome Slogan BADMINTON TEAM E. Riddell, E. Busk, P. Rogers, D. Robinette, T. Woodivard. TENNIS TEAM Front Row: D. Windeyer, S. Dalton, M. Barn, E. Busk, J. Hamilton, B. Chisholm. 2nd Row: E. Black, J. Langlois, S. McConnell, A. Blake, C. Shields. The regular sewing meetings have been held every Monday throughout the school year, holi- days excluded. The attendance has been good and a great deal of work has been accomplished. Dur- ing the year four executive meetings were held On November eighth the Alum- nae, with the co-operation of the school, sponsored a concert by Por- tia White at Eaton ' s Auditorium. The annual dinner given by Miss Read for the Alumnae and Gradu- ating Class was held Saturday, April twenty-ninth at the school. After dinner Miss Read spoke to the girls about several interesting features of the school. A business meeting followed. The President, Laura Stone Brad- field gave her report. The sec- retary, Jean Rankin Campbell read the minutes of the last annual meeting and also of the year ' s work. The treasurer, Grace Mor- ris Craig and the sewing convenor Daisy Robertson Gall gave their reports. Jessie Wright Evans, Comman- dant of the Red Cross Transport Service, and a member of the Al- umnae gave a most interesting talk about the various activities of this society. The nominating committee sug- gested that the same girls would hold office as last year with the exception of two or three on the committee who could not act for various reasons. Florence Kingsley Bastow read the list and Helen Wright Walker moved that the present executive carry on, this was seconded by Stella Fleming Mackenzie. At the end of the business meet- ing a very clever broadcast was put on by the Fourth Form girls. The girls have done quite a bit of broadcasting this winter. It was very cleverly done and most amus- ing. 65 66 The Branksome Slogan FoUowing are the officers for 1944-45 :_ Hon. President — Miss Read. President — Laura Stone Brad- field. First Vice-President — Donalda Macleod. Second Vice-President — Mary Ward! aw Edwards. Secretary — Jean Rankin Camp- bell. Treasurer — Grace Morris Craig. Scholarship Convenor — Jean Morton. Sewing Convenor — Daisy Robertson Gall. Social Convenor — Florence Kingsley Bastow. Slogan Representative — Ainslie McMichael. Committee — Florence Boyle Robinson, Mary Wardlaw Alixe Wood McCart, Joanne Edmonds, Isobel Coulthard Margaret With- ers, Jean Plaunt, Diana Griffith. JEAN RANKIN CAMPBELL, Secretary. Personals The following, written by an Old Girl, Margaret Aitken, with the caption, Branksome First Lady, Director and Builder of a Great School, appeared in Saturday Night, March 11th, 1944: Someone once observed that a truly virtuous person is one who prides himself upon nothing. If this be true then Edith MacGregor Read is indeed a truly virtuous person. She is no more conscious of her great qualities than is a Churchill conscious of defeat. During her lifetime in education circles Miss Read has achieved so many thing that to list them would fill more than my space allows. One outstanding distinction is that she has been the director and organizing spirit of one school longer than any other educationist in Canada, man O ' r woman. It was in 1906 that she first took over the three year-old girls ' school of Branksome Hall in Toronto. It was a modest establish- ment then, both in equipment and in the number of pupils. Now there are nearly 500 students in attendance; there are thousands of ' old girls ' in many countries throughout the world and Branksonme ' s present equipment constitutes five large houses plus many additions such as gymnasium, swimming pool, common rooms, librarieis and kindergartens. When Dalhousie University conferred a Doctor of Laws degree upon The Branksome Slogan Branksome ' s headmistress, Professor H. L. Stewart summed up Miss Read ' s contribution to education in these words: ' The Senate presents her for honorary degree because of her signal achievement in directing- the work of a great school. Miss Read has been the organizing spirit of Branksome Hall whose educational renown has increased steadily all over Canada, whose advance she still carries further and higher year by year and whose pupils — present and past — how- ever widely scattered, concur in grateful admiration of her service to them, ' Born in Halifax, Miss Read is a fourth-generation Canadian. Her great-grandfather was the first Presbyterian Minister to come to Can- ada. He settled, as did so many Scottish people, in the province of Nova Scotia. Miss Read ' s father was a beloved medical doctor in Halifax throughout his lifetime and both her father and grandfather were ad- vanced far beyond their times in regard to education for women. Grand- pere Read once offered some money to Mount Allison College on condi- tion that it should throw open its doors to girls and Dr. Read, father of Edith M., hoped his daughter would become a lawyer. She graduated from Dalhousie University, majoring in mathe- matics, with a B.A. and M.A. degree but it was the teaching rather than the legal profession that took her fancy. Miss Read taught at Nether- wood School in New Brunswick for a year and thereafter joined the staff at Branksome HalL which was then functioning on Bloor Street in Toronto. It was in 1910 that Miss Read purchased the present site in Rosedale. The subject of this pen portrait is a big product done up in a small parcel. She is petite and vital. Both her hair (noiw greying) and her outlook are fair. She has eyes that are bright and blue and blink with enthusiasm as she talks. She is the kind of woman so civilized she for- gives much. Tolerance is one of her outstanding characteristics. She hates hypocrisy and raw apples. She is soft-hearted and hard-headed and she loves going places — whether it be on skis, aboard ship or in the realm of educational progress. It is only in the past few years that skiing entered into Miss Read ' s life. She added a 70-acre property at Aurora for the outdoor pleasure of her pupils and skiing became a popular pastime for Branksomeites. Miss Read endured the role of onlooker for but a short time. Onlooking is not her strong suit. She bought herself a pair of skis and joined hev young charges up hill and down dale. In the running of her school she never makes a hard-and-fast rule. Well, hardly ever. Plenty of sleep and regular meals are the only two regulations Miss Read considers hard-and-fast. All others may be 68 The Branksome Slogan made and unmade with equal ease. Rules, she contends, are for the good of the majority and if or when they prove otherwise, she rescinds theni promptly. Nor does Miss Read rate scolarship above all else. She admits to a soft spot in her heart for the student who tries hard even though unsuc- cessful. Eighty per cent of the girls Who go forth from Branksome marry and it is her belief that the quahties of diligence, honesty and fair play are to be prized above scholarship in the make-up of a good wife and mother. Let the other 20 per cent have their Latin, Greek and higher mathematics. A lazy lump she cannot abide but an all-round pupil gains Miss Read ' s highest regard. Marks, she says, count for less and less in this changing world but these theories do not mean that Branksome ' s headmistress would elimi- nate examinations. On the contrary, Miss Read believes in exams. A lifetime is spent undergoing tests of one sort or another and the acad- emic tests that one goes through at school act as a rehearsal for the more important tests to come. One of Miss Read ' s pet theories has always been that an interna- tional exchange of students would go far toward solving international differences. At Branksome Hall today there are pupils from every prov- ince in the Dominion, from the United States, South America, Trinidad, Britain, Mexico, Sweden, Holland and Spain. After the war Miss Read hopes to open still wider the doors of her school to include as many different European school girls as is possible. More than 100 British war guests have been housed and fed and educated at Branksome during the past four years and Miss Read claims this influx of British children is one of the nicest things that ever hap- pened to her or to Branksome. It is thus that she brushes off and com- ments on her generous hospitality to these exiled visitors who arrived in Canada safe but somewhat financially embarrassed. A large group of students from Sherborne School in England were taken in at Brank- some and, while some have grown up and returned home, the majority are still at the Toronto school. It is her ambition that an exchange scholarship project be inaugurated after the war through which Cana- dian school girls may attend schools overseas and vice versa. One of the most important steps taken by Miss Read was an educa- tional trust whereby Branksome Hall will continue down through the years. She was, until the founding of her trust, sole owner of the school but it was always her contention that no (me person makes a school and, therefore, no ome person should have the right to sell or close down that school. It is the students and staff who put the heart. The Branksome Slogan 69 the character and the spirit into any school, she says. Thus, the school belongs as much to them as to the headmistress. With these ideas in mind, Miss Read turned Branksome over to the taforementioned educational trust, so that the school will never die. She has a distinguished board of directors to advise her but the gentlemen modestly claim it is more a matter of agreement than advice. So highly do they regard Miss Read ' s business acumen that each director claims he could use her to great advantage in his own business. Miss Read likes to have other people express themselves and often listens to advice which she has already thought of and acted upon. There are times also when she finds it sensible to heed the proverb where ignorance is bliss ' tis folly to be wise. This is fortunate if confusing to her students. They assume having fooled her but the truth is Miss Rv3ad often finds it best to ignore some of the pranks of her pupils rather than make an issue of them and thus exaggerate their importance. She keeps a set of blinkers at hand, figuratively speaking. Along with her qualities of leadership and business wisdom. Miss Read is also a religious sort of person. Her religion is a vital breathing thing which emerges into a simple faith. And it is this faith which she passes on to her pupils. The girl of today, she declares, is just as easy to reach in religion as ever before. Miss Portia White, in whom Branksome takes a great interest, made her debut in the United States in March, when she sang at Town Hall, New York City. Miss Read arranged the concert and contacted many Canadians in New York and thanks to her there was la very good audience which is rarely the case at a first night. Mary Campbell Lewis worked like Trojan and some of the success is due to her efforts. A number B.H. Alumnae living in New York attended the concert including Bessie Storey Cole, Madeleine Chisholm Moon Bar- bara Thomas Francis. Charlotte Deacon, Helen White and Jean Pear cock. The critics were very enthusiastic. The New York Times said: ' ' Remarkable debut, wonderfully rich voice with great charm. There is no question Miss White will be a talent to be reckoned with. Joan Archibald graduated from Dalhousie University this May. She was president of the Student Christian Movement and attended a conference held in Toronto last September. Leonore Kinghom, Helen Franks, Elizabeth Greene and Peggy Purvis graduated from the Uni- versity of Toronto this same month. Mary Reid and Eleanor Reed ol 70 The Branksome Slogan tained their B.A. degrees from this institution of learning, June, 1943. Eleanor joined the Wrens and is now on the Fleet Mail OfTice Staff at Halifax. Those who have just completed their first year at Varsity are Iso ' bel Coulthard, Elspeth Abbey, Flavia Elliott, Alice Cochrane, Eliza- beth Falconer, Kathleen Hinch, Jean Ingham, Eleanor Coatsworth, Marion Cosford, Francesca Harrison, Doreen Martin, Rose Mar j on Hartog, Jean Seifert, June Whitehead and Joan Sieveright. Kathleen Everett is studying law at the University of Manitoba and is presi- dent of her sorority. Francean Campbell obtained her Master of Arts degree from Mills College, Oakland, California, June, 1943. Betty Smith is attending Western University, London. Nancy Farnum is in her first year and Dorothy Jennings has just completed her second year at the University of Rochester. Kay Gorvin, Daphne Martin and Angela Riddell are at the University of London, England, while Pat Hanson is at Newnham. Pam McCloughry is a student at the Uni- versity of Edinburgh. Ann Terry is at Wellesley College, Mass., and Kathleen Watson at Washington University, D.C. Darwina Faessle) won the Hollywood Theatre Prize for French given in first year at Toronto University, May, 1943. Jeanne Montgomery is resident physician at the western division of the Montreal General Hospital. Muriel Sinclair graduated last June from the Sick Children ' s Hospital. She won the Paula Staunton prize for medical nursing and was offered two scholarships. Marion Lewis is in her first year and Ruth Barber has just completed her second yeiar as nurse in training at this same hospital. Lucy Bennett is train- ing at Toronto General. Eleanor Ard Darroch graduated from the school of Mothercraft, June, 1943. Hilda Maclennan is senior nursing sister at the Rockliffe Military Hospital, Ottawa and Betty Faulkner is a nurs- ing sister with the R.C.A.F. (W.D.) ,nd is stationed at Uplands. Jill Kelsey is with the R.C.A.M.C. attached to number nine Canadian Gen- eral Hospital, somewhere in England. Leslie Trethewey is a nurse in training at the Great Ormonde Street Hospital for Children, London, Marion Armitage is in charge of the occupational therapy department of the military hospital at Harrison Hot Springs, B.C., she hopes to go to Great Britain in the near future. Ruth Stevens went to Vancouver in February and opened an occupational theraipy clinic in connection with the Workmen ' s Compensation Board. Gwen Norman is laboratory technician at the Kingston, Ont., General Hospital. Pat McGeer gradu- ated from St. Paul ' s Hospital, Vancouver, in April. Mis Read and Ainslie McMichael were in Halifax at Easter and were Victoria Hanna ' s guests at the Wrens ' mess for luncheon. Victoria is The Branksome Slogan 71 dietitian for the officers. Mary Bankier, Carol Hendrj and Margaret Earl who live on this ' ship were present and Jane Ross came from the naval hospital where she is nursing. Megan McNaughton Lawson had a tea party that same eek Elizabeth Dickie and Mary Ross are also in Halifax in the navy and Flora Wakefield is stationed in Sydney, N.S., Penelope Waldie is at Esquimalt and Joyce Cobban is at Coverdale Naval Station, Moncton, N.B., while Bruce McFarren and Joan Burgess are at St. Hyacinthe, P.Q. Sarah Symons is at Gait and Athol Hughes is in Ottawa with the senior service. Nancy Pattison, Diana Phillips and Roberts Pattison are with the Air Force, Nancy being stationed in Van- couver. Mary Harrison is in one of the Services. Margaret Vair has a position at the Eastern Air Command Headquarters, Halifax. Margaret Eaton has been appointed director-general of the C.W.A.C., with the rank of Colonel. She is the highest ranking officer in this corps. Grace Despart Grant is a captain in this same corps. She was appointed staff officer at M.D. No. 6 headquarters, HaHfax, after her return from the United Kingdom where she was attached for four months to the Auxil- iary Territorial Service. Noraia Whelan Coleman was, in March, ap- pointed chairman of the Women ' s War Committee, Toronto branch of the Red Cross and Margaret Kent McKelvey is supervisor of the Women ' s War Work, Ontario Division. Barbara Sloan Shirriff is with the Red Cross food administration. Those who have joined the English Wrens are Pauline Whitby, Barbarai Parker, Patricia Durand, Anne Izat, Joyce O ' Neil, Joan Mack, Veronica Owen and Pat Rawlence. Among Canadian Wrens are Zillah Caudwell, Peggy McKelvey, Nancy Trees, Shirley Young, Joan Adams, Nancy Marlow, Phyllis Watson, Bridget Gregson, Brenda Cruickshank and Heather Baptist. Marjorie Hazel- wood ' s name appeared in the King ' s New Year ' s Honours ' L.ist, she was gazetted lieutenant in the W.R.C.N .S. Rosemary Baker was chosen to be the ' ' cover girl of the first copy of the newly christened magazine of the W omen ' s Royal Canadian Naval Service, now to be known as the ' ' Tiddley Times. Rosemary is a writer in the Naval Record Depart- ment and is stationed in Ottawa. Many girls will be interested to know that Miss Reader Harris, who returned to England last September, is assistant Education Officer to the National Association of Girls ' Clubs and is also working with the Ministry of Information. Miss T ee Evans is with the Land Army in Lincolnshire. Margaret Aitken, who was recently appointed Canadian Correspon- dent for a group of British newspapers, went to Eligland the end of April, the only woman newspaper correspondient to the Imperial Con ference from this side of the Atlantic. Nora Eaton van der Stricht sailed in March. Trudean Spencer and Madeline Cantelon wereitwld 72 The Branksome Slogan of the eight Canadian women attached to the St. John Ambulance bri- «rade who had the honour of being- received at Buckinghom Palace by Queen Elizabeth in April. They were taken to Her Majesty ' s private sitting-room because, as the Queen said: — ' 1 thought you would like to see w here I work. Trudean tells us that it was a very informal room, that the Queen seemed to have around her the things she liked. There were the lovliest coloured snapshots of the Princesses taken, most of them, in a garden. Margery Watson Tow ' s husand, Lt.-Col. D. K. Tow, has just been awarded the O.B.E. for his brilliant work in the Italian campaign. He was responsible for all Canadian administration back of the formation both in the actual operational zone and in base areas. Gwen Bell Henderson is living in Montreal and Natalie Kemp Nixon is in Grandby, P.Q., at present while Mary Gall Tweedie is in Ottawa. Marjorie Gillbard Ryan is making her home in Guelph. Mary Suther- land Cole is in Colombo, Ceylon and Beth McNeill Campbell is domiciled in Winchester, England. Ethel Wadge MacLellan has moved from Win- nipeg to Fort William and Edith Merrill Sheppard, Grace Innes Plaxton and Gwen Wilson Mitchell are in Kingston where Helen Glennie Mowat, Peggy McCordick Dawson and Kathryn Gooderham Donaldson spent some months recently. Jean Mcintosh Tamblyn and Jane Lumbers McCrimmon are to be found in Winnipeg and Kathleen Harbinson Cane in Brandon, Man. Rosemary McWilliams Bracken spent the winter in Toronto and Elinor Stovel Meyer was in that city for Easter. Mary- Hill is now living in Islington, Bessie Sherlock Adams has moved to Brampton and Helen Ballantyne Kemp may be addressed Midland, Ont. Nora Brown Kellam is at home in Pembroke. Mona Le Gallais French is now in Talifax where her husband is a doctor at the military hospital while Ellenor Lackie Clark is in Middleton and Barbara Coleman Astley in Liverpool, Nova S eotia. Jocelyn McWilliams Lemon spent the winter in Yorkton, Sask, Eleanor Hughes has been sent by her firm to Van- couver. Marion Hughes, Betty Darling and June McBride are at the British Embassy, Washington. Nanette Walker Whitehead who, with her hus band and little son, was interned in the Phillipines came to America on the Gripsholds . They are now in Rio de Janiero. Con- stance Cann Wolf spent the winter in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, where her husband who has been flying in the south w est Pacific was taking a special course only oflPered to outstanding aviato rs in the United States Air Force. Letters have been received from Irma BrGck de Marik who is living in Budapest, Hungary. She is able to siay very The Branksome Slogan 73 little, but she spends a g-ood deal of time riding. Lorraine Whelan is in New York studying singing. Elinor Williams Lind was recently elected president of the Toronto Junior League, Barbara Ann Boland is the provisional assistant editor of their magazine the Key and Lucille Dumaresq is the assistant placement chairman of the Halifax branch. Joan Tamblyn is the organ- izer and secretary of the ' Introduction Club whose purpose it is to provide entertainment for service men who have no friends in Toronto. Patricia Gibbons Guy spent Christmas in Toronto, she is a member of the United Services Canteen committee in Winnipeg. Joan Mitchell, Virginia Copping Wilson, Mary Kingsmill, Suzanne Gaby MacBrien, Mary Gibson Bayley, Honor Heyes and Mary Wilder took part in the ' Merry-Go-Round Revue produced at the Eaton Auditorium in Janu- ary. Mary Nelson is taking a business course. Rosamund Wharton is working in an aircraft factory in Birtish Columbia and Pat Romeyn is assistant secretary at Branksome. Dorothy Boughton has a position in the Paul Horsdal portrait studio, Ottawa; Diana Mathewson is with the Buffalo Insurance Co., and Joan Butler is with the Bell Telephone Co., Toronto. Joan Romeyn Bimie is doing laboratory work with Stand- ard Brands and Pat Stockton is v ith Toronto General Trusts, Calgary. Diana Hawkins is the latest addition to the Life Members of the B.H.A.A. She is teaching Physical Education at Moulton and Rhoda McArthur is teach shorthand and typing at Havergal. Jeanette Johnston Legge is the convenor of the group for the Pro- motion of Civic Recreation, University Women ' s Club and Editha John- ston is the archivist of this Club. Erie Sheppard Catto is president of the Toronto Divisional Signals Auxiliary. Jessie McCleary Boulden ' s daughter, Elizabeth, was married to Mr. Richard V. Niswander of the U.S. army last September and Marg- aret Creasor Langford ' s dajaghter married Archibald W. Bishop, R.C.A.F. in April. The daughters of the following Old Girls attend the day school this year: — Erie Sheppard Catto, Laureda McAndrew Evans, Gertrude Winger Macdonald, Evelyn Hearst Gilley, Isobel Adams Mcintosh, Isabel Pirie Lewis, Elizabeth Scott Warren, Elinor Bone Weir, Grace Knigth Gooderham, Gwynnetih Darling Miller, Marion McCulloch Gordon, Mary 74 The Branksome Slogan Gibson Broughall, Kathleen White Gillanders, Marjorie Bone Walwyn, Sheila ' Lee McGillivray, Barbara Lee Parker, Margaret McCarter Tie- loar ' and Jean Coram Haines. Margaret Beaton Marshall contributes two , daughters and Justine Campbell Richardson two daughters and a son and Lesley Lee Webster sends another daughter. Emmy Lou Leishman Stares and June McBride have sisters with us and Betty Horrocks Broome, EHzabeth Burruss, Lsabel Hearst Archold and Ray Jacobs Frank send us nieces. The sons of Gwynneth Scholfield Thomp- son, Dorothy Knowlton Russell and Elinor Williams Lind are in the Nursery School. In the residence are the children of Wynifred Gray Goodeve, Nora Wallace Stratford and Margaret Lawson Early, also the daughter of Gladys Simpson Brown is boa]. ding this year. The sisters of Norah Rendell, Mary Hood Taylor, Gladys Baalim Redfern and Cather- ine Brett Eaton, the niece of Kathleen Freel Vernor and the ward of Kathleen McGee are also in the residence. Marriages 1943 Olga Burden to Albert N. House, May 11th. Nora Brown to Franklin W. Kellam, May 15th. Cringan Trimble to D. R. Smith Bingham, May 22nd. Edith Wilson to Thos. Roche Lee, May 22nd. Betty Ass ' heton Smith to Kemmis Temple Martin, May 29th. Gladys Baalim to Cecil Wm. Redfern, June 4th. Barbara Coleman to Douglas B. Astley, June 5th. Margaret Speers to Jas. Murchison, June 8th. Marion Brown to P. B. McCurdy, June 11th. Maude Edmison to Jas. J. Pennington, June. Jane Lumbers Lochnan to Gordon McCrimmon, June 12th. Joan Gooderham to Wm. J. Leadbetter, June 12th. Dorothy Walkover to Geo. L. Bennett, June. Jean Nathanson to George S. Levin, June 16th. Suzette Livingston to Robet. C. Montgomery, July 8rd. Kathleen Jenkins to Wm. Clarke Campbell, July 3rd. Betty Naylor to John A. R. Lewis, July 3rd. Helen McDonald to Geo. B. Gilroy, July 10th. Joan Franks to Gordon C. Macdonald, August 7th. . . Marion Little to J. A. Sutherland, August 7th. : ' ' ' t v--: The Branksome Slogan Mary Beth Des Brisay to Wm. de M. Marler, August 18th. Joyce Mercer to Robt. Gilliland, August 28th. Nancy Dibblee to Eric H. McLean, August 31st. Kathryn Gooderham to John N. Donaldson, September 4th. Eileen Pepall ta Paul D. Corbett, September 9th. Gladys McLeod to W. A. Rowland, September. Margaret Parks to Seaborn Wm. Albright, September 22nd. Joan Hutchinson to Richard Jas. Morcom, September 25th. Gwen Bell to J. F. Henderson, September 28th. Marjorie Gillbard to Norman C. Ryan, October 4th. Patricia Kinnear ta John L. Matthews, October 8th. Evelyn McAlpine to Thos. Jas. Pogue, October 9th. Jean Lander to Graham A. Dick, October 9th. Darwina Faessler to Jas. Mavor Moore, October 16th. Jean Caulfield to Wm. David King, October 23rd. Marjorie Gillbard to Norman C. Ryan, October 4th. Mary Elizabeth Gall to Frederick John Tweedie, November Gth. Sylvia Green shields to Herbert Wm. Blakely Jr., November 13th. Ellenor Lackie to Roy R. Clark, November 13th. Kathrine Campbell to Jas. E. Isbester, November 13th. Catherine Winsby to D. B. Slattery, November 20th. Beverley Pattison to Geo-. A. Sackville, November 27th. Joy Barnes to Robt. D. Latimer, December 11th. Gwen Wilson to John B. Mitchell, December 13th. Mary Hood to Wm, Taylor, December 17th. Natalie Kemp to Joseph A. B. Nixon, December 23rd. Janet Davidson to William Omand, December 28th. 1944 Barbara Thompson to Walter Symmons, January 15th. Piatricia Ramsey to John G. Hele, February 19th. Dorothy Hewetson to Wm. G. Leonard, March 11th. Kathleen Harbinson to John H. Cane, March 18th. Dorothy Turner to John E. Cunninghame, March 25th. Inez Ante to Wm. John Bushnell, April 22. Margery Crawford to Robt. Wm. Spratt, April 22nd. Audrey Angas to Robt. E. De Mara, April 29th. 76 The Branksome Slogan Births 1943 Beth McNeill Campbell, a son, MsLy 4th. Audrey Lanskail Roden, daughter, May 14th. Pegg-y Hodge Hand, a daughter, May 19th. Janet Porteous MacDougall, a daughter. Kathryn Shirriff Pveid, a son, June 1st. Tlieodosia Burr Pitman, a son, June. Katheline Carpenter Egener, a daughter, June 8rd. Mary Macdonald Bell Irving, a daughter, June 7th. Gwen Millar Berry, a daughter, July 3rd. Suzanne Gaby MacRrien, a daunghter, July 4th. Helene Pattison Boultbee, a son, July 4th. Phyllis Hickman Collingwood, a son, July 11th. Nancy Walker Wadds, a son, July 18th. Mary Brown Falconer, a son, Jul}{ 18th. Jean Loblaw Dawson, a daughter, July 24th. Gwynneth Darling Miller, a son, July 25. Anne Henderson Coulter, a son, August 2nd. Catherine Meyers McCleaiy, a daughter, August 4th. Gwendolyn Armstrong Bradley, a daughter, August 11th. Norah Fletcher Raikes, a daughter, August 13th. Betty Dowsley Buddo, a daughter, August 13th. Elizabeth Alport Baby, a son, August 13th. ' • Barbara Powis Michell, a daughter, August 20th. Betty Stambaugh Stratten, a daughter, August 21st. Nora Conklin Skitch, a son, August 23rd. Miriam. Coryell Prowler, a son, August 30th. Margaret Kilgour Cameron, a son. Helen Smart Medland, a daughter, September 12th. Billie Pryce Jones Smoth, a son, September 15th. Margaret Donald Elgie, a daughter, September 21st. Kathleen O ' Flynn Parker, a son, September 22nd. Jeanette Mc Vicar Vila, a daughter, September 29th. Lillice Read Le Roy, a son, September 30th. Barbara Lee Parker, a daughter, October 7th. Grace Langmuir Fenwick, a son, October 19th. Jean Inwood de Packh, a daughter, October. Ehzabeth Trees McLaren, a son, November 3rd. The Branksome Slogan Eleanor Watt Lanskail, a daug-hter, November 5th. Jocelyn Boone McPhedran, a daughter, November 10th. Cecily Taylor Osier, a son, November 11th. Martha Towl Lambert, a daughter, December 7th. Betty Wheelwright Pullen, a daug-hter, December 25th. Margaret Griffis Moffatt, a son, December 30th. 1944 Helen Murphy Arnott, a son, January 2nd. Mary May Abbott, a son, January oth. Dorothy Cluff McManus, a daughter, January 12th. Jacqueline Northway Ashdown, a daughter, January 28th. Elizabeth Beck Boddington, a son, January 30th. Barbara Ross Dixon, a son, January. Doris Sweeney Price, a daughter, February 9th. Betty Earl Groff, a daughter, February 9th. Valerie Franklin Jones Guest, a son, February 9th. Dorothy Clark Robb, a son, February 17th. Joan Knowlton Ayers, a son, February 20th. Phyllis Calvert Cameron, a daughter, February 23rd. Katharine Dean Gathers, a daughter, February 28th. Molly Morton Flavelle, a daughter, March 6th. Elsia Woods Speedie, a son, March 28th. Betty Naylor Lewis, a daughter, April 1st. Sherry Bond Mackie, a daughter, April 9th. Margaret Henderson Tarr, a daughter, April 14th. Doreen Donovan Sweeny, a daughter, April 14th. Amy Enderby Noyes, a son, April 16th. Esther McWaters Ewart, a daughter, April 20th. Anne Radcliff Wills, a son, April 23rd. Winnifred Walker Ames, a daughter, April 23rd. Hope Smith Lowry, a son, April 25th. 78 The Branksome Slogan DEATHS 1943 Lieut. Alex. C. C. Cairrick, husband of Mercie Moore Carrick, July 19th. F. H. M. Irwin, husband of Katie Maclaren Irwin, September 25th. Wasley P. Harris, R.C.A.F., husband of Katharine Whitehead Harris, November 6th. Wm. David King-, R.C.A.F., husband of Jean Caulfield Kinor, December 12th. 1944 Judith, daughter of Grace Knight Gooderham, January 6th. Moore Gordon, R.C.A.F., son of Jessie Winchester Gordon, February STAFF BIRTHS To Mr. and Mrs. W. W. Stewart (Miss V. Margaret Jubien), a daughter, December 8th, 1943. MARRIAGES Miss Katharine MacLeod to the Honourable Mr. Justice Keiller Mac- Kay, July 14, 1943. Miss Winifred McEvoy to Mr. Wm. Campbell Kennedy, R.C.N.V.R., March 25th, 1944. DEATHS Miss Anna McCrea (aunt of Helen Chitty), July 9th, 1943. The Branksome Slogan 79 3n Msmatmm Dorthy Dods Harrison, June 11th, 1943. Alice Anderson, July 30th, 1943. Marie Mitchell Seale, Sept. 17th, 1943. Shirley Graves Gobeil, September, 1943. Florence Buchner Williams, October 15th, 1943. Helen Whaley, November 10th, 1943. Marion Gibson Rowlandson, December 9th, 1943. The Branksome Slogan 81 ore c4utoaraplt ! 4 The Branksome Slogan 83 84 Th5 Branksome Slogan It costs no more . . . oft less ... to shop at HOLT RENFREW ' S Yonge at Adelaide TELEPHONE: Midway 5252 Whitewood ' s Riding School R. E. WHITEHEAD, Prop.— Late Sergt.-Major, 4th C.M.R. Rear 921 Yonge Street Toronto, Ontario — O — PRIVAIE ROAD FROM STABLE TO RAVINE SPECIAL ATTENTION TO COLLEGE STUDENTS Riding and Driving Taught by Competent Instructors Saddle Horse Training a Specialty 86 The Branksome Slogan Buy War Savings Certificates DOROTHY LYALL COMPLIMENTS OF DOMINION WELDING ENGINEERING COMPANY Limited TORONTO, ONT. Queensdale Tea Room FOR QUALITY We serve the best the market has to offer SERVICE DAY AND NIGHT The meeting place for Branksome girls 401 BLOOR ST. EAST, TORONTO Phone Midway 0233 The Branksome Slogan 87 When You Want GOOD MILK HAVE BORDEN ' S SERVE you Kl. 6151 88 The Branksome Slogan ENQUIRIES INVITED . . . CUPS AND TROPHIES SPORTS PRIZES MEDALS AND PLAQUES COLLEGE AND CLASS PINS RINGS, LAPEL BUTTONS DANCE FAVORS, ETC. BIRKS - ELLIS - RYRIE Jewellers - Silversmiths Yonge at Temperance TORONTO I CdrnaharCs limited Prescription Specialists FINE PERFUMES AND COSMETICS I Expert Photo Finishing Main Store: 741 YONGE ST., TORONTO (at Bloor) KIngsdale 1197 Branch Store: 2066 YONGE ST., TORONTO (Cor. Lola Rd.) HYland 1145 The Branksome Slogan 89 In the cAir . . . On IsOater . . . On Land . . . It ' . ALL THE WAY! THE BRITISH AMERICAN OIL COMPANY LIMITED 90 The Branksome Slogan r Jewellers for over 75 years DIAMONDS— WATCHES— SILVERWARE TROPHIES— CUPS— MILITARY— FRATERNAL COLLEGE INSIGNIA U 1 m 1 T E o 144 YONGE STREET ELgin 9401 V. J Confidence Thirty years ' experience with Toronto properties has earned us the confidence of a great number of principals. If you desire to buy or sell residential or com- mercial real estate (no matter how small), 3 ou may consult us with confidence. W. H. BO LEY CO. Real Estate Brokers 28 ADELAIDE ST. WEST — WA. 1031 The Branksome Slogan 91 Are You Writing Regularly? ITS regular news from home that the members of our fight ing forces really appreciate. Write every week. Keep your letters cheerful and full of optimism. Include all the friendly news you can. Send them snapshots. Ifs an impor tant part of your war work. %e BANK of NOVA SCOTIA Over a Century of Banking Service. 92 The Branksome Slogan 1 ror our Vacation Garni 3ols  SWEATERS . SKIRTS .. JACKETS PLAY SUITS BATHING SUITS ACCESSORIES EVANGELINE SHOPS 5 STORES IN TORONTO LONDON :: OTTAWA :: HAMILTON :: ST. CATHARINES :: GUELPH 1 BUmtSS - TRADE - COmERCE! Offer a real Future to you AFTOl GRADUATION — TRAIN THE SHAW WAY Choose a Business Career. Make sure now that the post-war period of reconstruction finds you ready and trained to step into your opportunity. Business, Trade and Commerce, because of tremendous expansion, will require young people to fill office positions which lead to well paid appointments as Business Executives, Secretaries, Accountants, Office Managers. We invite you to enquire about the various Shaw Courses in Business Training. Kere are a few of the SHAW Courses: Shorthand Bookkeeping Banking Typewriting Accounting Salesmanship Stenotypy Secretarial Advertising Office Training Business Correspondence Business Organization Phone, call or write for FREE Booklet — Up with the Times to SHAW SCHOOLS— Head Office, 1130 Bay St., Toronto Kl. 3165 SHAW BUSINESS SCHOOLS co°.l 7S!f°?N« The Branksome Slogan 93 1 On Saving Money It is important that early in life we learn the lessons of thrift. We should learn how to save regularly, and system- atically, so that we shall have reserves in the future. There is no better method of saving than through a life insurance policy which protects your family as it creates a cash reserve for you through the years. A Mutual Life representative will be pleased to arrange a savings policy for you. The Mutual Life of Canada Head Office: Waterloo, Ontario Est, 1869 94 The Branksome Slogan COMPLIMENTS Dominion Canada • With its modern buildings and 219 acres of unsurpassed grounds, St. Andrew ' s College offers unusual facilities. Sound preparation for University, up to Honour Matriculation. Special Primary Department for boys six and over. Small classes with individual, sympathetic instruction. Chapel — swimming pool — dramatics — music — cadet corps — carefully supervised games and recreation — for fullest development of character and body. Moderate, graded fees. For prospectus and book of views please write to the headmaster; J. C. Garrett, M.A. The Branksome Slogan 95 If You Don ' t Know Who Makes Your Furniture It is important that you should know some- thing about the retailer from whom you buy it. WHEN one buys a nationallj advertised suite or piece of furniture, one can expect that the pur- chase will prove satisfactory. Not all of the well made furniture, however, is nationally advertised, so one must depend upon the integ-rity of the retail store when selecting something that is not well known to the public. From a very modest beginning in 1886, this furni- ture retail business has grown into a large, strongly established organization. It is owned and manag-ed by the sons of the founder. Burroughs ' is a place at which you can shop with confidence. m FURNITURE CO. LIMITED Founded 1886 BAYVIEW at MILLWOOD Main Store and Offices: QUEEN AT BATHURST DANFORTH at WOODBINE Toronto — London — St. Catharines — Niagara Falls — Bra it ord — Sudlnirij 96 The Branksome Slogan COMPETENT WORKMEN ACCURATE DETAIL DEPENDABLE DELIVERY NORRIS IRON WORKS HA. 5726 1203 QUEEN ST. E., TORONTO A FUEL FOR EVERY PURPOSE ONGER OAL The Branksome Slogan 97 Swiss Services always Reliable Soft Water Washin g— Send us your finest Lingerie, Silks, Flannels, Shirts and Collars. You will be more than satisfied with our service. Phone Waverley 3051 Many lines to central Swiss Laundry— 105 SIMCOE STREET Let Our Telephone Wire Be Your Clothes Line «8 The Branksome Slogan Saving for ' VICTORY and PEACE Canada ' s war effort makes it necessary for everyone to save as much as possible out of their earnings. The more you save, the more you put into War Savings Certificates and Bonds, the sooner will victory be won. Open a Savings Account to-day. The Dominion Bank ROSEDALE BRANCH - N. J. O ' FLYNN, Manager The Branksome Slogan 99 . . . the vital spark that galvanizes good layout, artwork, engravings and copy into attention-getting, result-producing action. For this combination call BHKER nSHDOUin bimiTED 100 The Branksome Slogan Ask your retailer for WHYTE ' S Bacon and Hams Cooked Ham, Weiners and Bologna Nulaid Eggs and Butter Picake Shortening Pure Lard of Finest Quality Meats put up under Dominion Government Inspection WHYTE S PACKING COMPANY LIMITED 78-80 Front Street East TORONTO ELgin 0121 WONDER BREAD AND HOSTESS CAKE WONDER BAKERIES LIMITED Lombard 1192 The Branksome Slogan 101 IF ITS PRINTING you DESIRE . . . . WE CAN DO IT! Our craftsmen are skilled .. and our service unexcelled. PUBLICATIONS CATALOGUES FOLDERS PROGRAMMES CIRCULARS, Etc. ★ he rridcoomb PUBLISHltiq COMPAnU LTD. TOROtlTO 36 -370 Richmond St. IDesl - EL. 1216-7 102 The Branksome Slogan CANADIAN MUNICIPAL AND CORPORATION SECURITIES F. H. DEACON CO. Business Established 1897 Members Toronto Stock Exchange 197 BAY ST. — TORONTO — ELGIN 3401 The Commercial Life Has A Plan Whereby A Part Of Everything You Earn Can Be YOURS TO KEEP Thousands of dollars may pass through your hands between your fii ' st and last salary cheque. How much will you keep — for your own security and for your obligations ? Many yo ung people have found the solution in a Com-mercial Life Re- tirement Income Bond. THE COMMERCIAL LIFE ASSURANCE COMPANY OF CANADA Head Office: 350 Bay St., Toronto J. W. GLENWRIGHT, E. B. H. SHAVER, Managing Director. Secretary. The Gift and Toy Shop 96 BLOOR ST. WEST TOYS GAMES BOOKS GIFTS Specializing in DolW House Furniture Cards for All Occasions MARION C. CAIRNS M. DONALD SMELLIE I Pitman Shorthand SIMPLEST SWIFTEST SUREST The Branksome Slogan Compliments of a Friend 104 The Branksome Slogan helen miller ' s Beauty Salon Stylists in Permanent Waving, Finger Waving, Marcelling and All Beauty Culture 368 BLOOR EAST shcrboume) Latest Equipment RA. 7273 New Appointments A. M. SHOOK CO. INSURANCE IN ALL BRANCHES Fire ' Liability Accident 802 NORTHERN ONTARIO BUILDING Toronto, Ont. Phone AD. 3469 Telephone: HOward 7726 92 Blantyre Ave. B. A. ROBINSON PLUMBING AND HEATING, LTD. TORONTO IDQ YEARS OF Stationery Manufacturing has developed a complete organization, trained and equipped to produce the requirements of Office - School - Home W. J.GAGE CO. LIMITED TORONTO The Branksome Slogan 105 KNITTING WOOLS HAND - WOVEN GOODS Nadine Angstrom 645W - OAKVILLE, ONT. Compliments of MRS. CHAMBERS FRESH FISH DAILY SEA AND LAKE FISH FIRST-CLASS FISH AND OYSTER DEPOTS One Delivery Daily 307 DANFORTH AVE. (Cor. Bowdan Ave.) Phone: GE. 1131 BRANCHES: 1841 DANFORTH AVE. Phone: GR. 6671 1518 YONGE ST. Phones: HYland 1113-1114 651 ST. CLAIR AVE. WEST LA. 3143 COMPLIMENTS OF G. TAMBLYN LIMITED If5 Retail Drug Stores in Toronto Stores also in: HAMILTON— GUELPH— KITCHENER STRATFORD— BRANTFOIJD LONDON ST. CATHARINES— WINDSOR CHATHAM— 03HAWA— NIAGARA FALLS- KINGSTON— OTTAWA PETERBOROUGH— SARNIA and BARRIE COMPLIMENTS OF WRIGHT ' S MEAT MARKET 631 ST. CLAIR WEST TORONTO 106 The Branksome Slogan UPTOWN NUT HOUSE Nuts from All Parts of the World P RESHLY ROASTED and BUTTERED Peanut But ter made while you vjait 806 2 YONGE STREET, TORONTO CLUB COFFEE COMPANY COFFEE ROASTERS TEA BLENDERS 240 Church St, Toronto Telephone : ELo in 1161 WM. HAMILTON FUED. HAMILTON HAMILTON BROS. Janitor and Caretaker ' s Supplies 26 Soho Street WAverley Toronto 4433 COMPLIMENTS OF THE COPP CLARK CO. LIMITED 495-517 Wellington St. West TORONTO CANADA The Branksome Slogan 107 Winona flowers 413 BLOOR ST. EAST Phone RA. 2303 Member of the F.T.D.A. HEINTZMAN PIANOS They are small They are smart and they are a joy to play Best selected sheet music stock In Canada. Finest Record Dept. in Toronto. HEINTZMAN CO. 195 Yonge St. - Toronto INSURANCE in the best British and Canadian Companies FIRE PLATE GLASS THEFT (Residence) BURGLARY AUTOMOBILE LIABILITY TOURIST BAGGAGE JEWELLERY AND FURS ALL RISK FLOATERS Etc. Geo. R. Hargraft Co. 49 Welling:ton St. E., Toronto Telephone: ELgin 8101 FINEST QUALITY FRESH FRUITS AND VEGETABLES S. LIGHTFOOT SON LIMITED Summer Months Fruit Market Established 1873 COMMISSION MARKET EL. 7120-7017 Winter Months 82 Colborne St. ST. LAWRENCE MARKET, EL. 7128 - FRUIT FARM, CLARKSON, ONI. 108 The Branksome Slogan •Our Century of accumulated experience is at the service cf every Bride in or out of Toronto. Let us help you plan Your Wedding. George COLES Limited 719 YONGE STREET RA. 1163 Harry T. Munro 1 FLOWER SHOP 822  2 YONGE STREET Toronto WITH COMPLIMENTS 1 — O — OF MEMBERS F.T.D.A. — O THE VARSITY ARENA Phone: KIngsdale 1144 (2 Lines to Central) — c — Residence: LOmbard 7000 1 1 COMPLIMENTS OF George Rathbone Lumber Company Limited 10 NORTHCOTE AVENUE - TORONTO, ONT. The Branksome Slogan io9 Compliments of a Friend 110 The Branksome Slogan FOR CAREFUL, RELIABLE EYE SERVICE E. F. DeFOE, R.O., D.O.Sc. OPTOMETRIST 488 Bloor St. West TORONTO Phone MElrose 4801 INVIGORATES NOURISHES and SUSTAINS ROBERTSON ' S MALTED MILK CHOCOLATE BAR ROBERTSON BROTHERS Limited TORONTO : CANADA Sole Manufacturers BAKER CARPET CLEANING CO. 25 LIGHTBOURNE AVE. CARPETS RUGS DRAPES CURTAINS FURNFi [IRE MATTRESSES Where good Cleaning is done. Phone LL. 3194 today. DRESSES SUITS COATS HATS GLOVES ETC. ROHER ' S BOOK SHOP 15 BLOOR ST. W. KI. 3425 NEW BOOKS SCHOOL SUPPLIES COSTUME JEWELLEPvY GPvEETING CARDS The Branksome Slogan 111 Srug tart BLOOR and SHERBOURNE STS. TORONTO Phone RAndolph 4165 School Furniture I Blackboards and Accessories Maps, Globes and Charts Kindergarten and Junior Grade Materials Fine Art and Handicraft Materials — THE — GEO. M. HENDRY CO. Limited 270-271 KING STREET WEST TORONTO. ONT. COMPLIMENTS OF COWAN HARDWARE LTD. The Store ivith the Stock 125 DUNDAS STREET LONDON, ONT. COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND 112 The Branksome Slogan INDEX TO ADVERTISERS PAGE A Nadine Angstrom 105 B Bank of Nova Scotia 91 Baker Ashdown, Ltd 99 Baker Carpet Cleaning Co 110 Biiks-Eliis-Ryrie 88 Borden ' s -- 87 W. H. Bosley Co 90 British-American Oil Co., Ltd 89 Burrougbes Furniture Co., Ltd 95 C Carnahan ' s 88 Mrs. Chambers 105 Club Coffee Co 106 George Coles Ltd 103 Commercial Life 102 Compliments 103, 109, 111 Conger Lehigh Coal Co., Ltd 96 Copp Clark Co., Ltd - 10 ' 6 Cowan ' s Hardware Ill D F. H. Deacon Co 102 E. F. DeFoe 110 Dominion Bank - - 93 Dominion of Canada General Insur- ance Co 94 Dominion Welding Engineering Co... 86 E T. Baton Co (Inside Front Cover) Evangeline Shops 92 G W. J. Gage Co., Ltd 104 Gift and Toy Shop __ 102 H Hamilton Bros. 106 Geo. R. Hargraf t Co 107 Heintzman Pianos Co. 107 Holt Renfrew Co., Ltd 84 George M. Hendry Co., Ltd Ill Hooper ' s Drug Store Ill I Imperial Oil Limited - 85 FAGE K Kents, Ltd 90 L S. Lightfoot Son, Ltd 107 Dorothy Lyall 86 M Macoomb Publishing Co. 101 Helen Miller ' s Beauty Salon 104 Winona flowers 107 Harry T. Munro 10 ' 8 Mutual Life of Canada 93 N William Neilson, Ltd 83 Norris Iron Works 98 John Northway Sons, Ltd 98 P Pitman Shorthand 102 Q Queensdale Tea Room 86 R George Rafchbone Lumber Co., Ltd. 108 Robertson Bros., Ltd 110 B. A. Robinson ____ 104 Roher ' s Book Shop 110 S St. Andrew ' s College 94 Robert Simpson Co., Ltd. 81 Shaw Business Schools 92 A. M. Shook Co - 104 Swiss Laundry _ 97 1 G. Tamblyn Ltd 105 U Uptown Nut House . 106 V Varsity Arena - 103 W Whitewood ' s Riding School 84 Wright ' s Meat Market 105 Whyte ' s Packing Co., Ltd 100 Wonder Bakeries 100 Pictures on pages 7, 13, 15, 18, 25, 31, 37, 42 45, 49, 53, 55, 56 and 63, by James Guillet. When you shop at these stores tell them that you saAV their advertisements in The Branksome Slogan.