Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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-

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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,

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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!