Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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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