Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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!

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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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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.