Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 116 of the 1945 volume:

THE RANKSOM SLOGAN SLOGAN REPRESENTATIVES EDITORS MARY ALICE BURTON MARILYN HOGARTH VIRGINIA TORY MARJORIE ARCHIBALD MARGARET SMYTHE SALLY PITFIELD ANN SPENCE SHIRLEY BAKER COMMITTEE GINA BAKER JEAN SASS JEAN WILKINSON CATHERINE CATTO BARBARA CHISHOLM JOAN FRANKEL JOAN CROSBIE ALUMNAE REPRESENTATIVE AINSLIE McMICHAEL 2 The Branksome Slogan APPOINTMENTS Head Girl — Joan Peat HOUSE PREFECTS Sally Brown, Nancy Jack. Chloe Knaggs, Gwen Millar, Mary Shenstone. DAY PREFECTS Ruth Alison, Pegrgy Cowie, Joyce Frankel, Jane Hill, Mary Ritchie, Margaret Smythe, Mary Alice Burton, Kathleen Deacon, Mary Jean Hall, Marilyn Hogarth, Dorothy Robinette, Ann Spence, Patricia McConnell, Virginia Tory. SUB-PREFECTS— (House) SUB-PREFECTS— (Day) Brenda Bruce, Fran ces Chase, Jane Copeman, Nancy Charles, Cynthia Maxwel!, Aileen Stin- Madeleine Roy, Marion Olscn. son, Madiileine Windeyer, Anne Woodrov.-. BETA KAPPA SOCIETY President — Dorothy Robinette, Vice-President — Mary Jean Hall, Secretary — Sally Brown, Treasurer — Virginia Tory. OPHELEO SOCIETY President — Gwen Millar, Vice-President — Ruth Alison, Secretarj — Jane Copeman, Treasurer — Marilyn Hogarth. High News: Convener — Mary Alice Burton. I.V.C.F. Sports — Ann Spence. President — June Miller, Plays— Erica Cruickshank. ' Vice-President— Chloe Knaggs, Sec. -Treasurer — Jane Copeman. School News— Mary Shenstone. WAR SAVINGS STAMPS Sports Proctors — Jane Drummond, Ann Spence Jane Hill. Committee: Barbara Chisholm, Peggy Cowie, Joyce Frankel, Betsy Green, Cynthia Maxwell, Sally Pitfieid, Mary Shields. Ooinmittee: Marjorie Archibald, Mary Alice Burton, Kathleen Deacon, Nancy Jack, Patricia McConnell, Mary Ritchie. CLAN CHIEFTAINS Campbiell — Peggy Trow, Douglas — Margaret Smytlie, Ross — Jane Anne Rees, Scott — Mary Ritchie, MacAlpine — Madeleine Windeyer, MacGregor — Ann Spence, McLeoA—Chloe Knaggs, McLean — Elizabeth Scarlett. SUB-CHIEFTAINS Jane Drummond, Erica Cruikshank, Joan Bradburn, Elizabeth Matchett, Mary Barnes, Mary Craig, Nancy Charles, Diana Windeyer. LIBRARY ASSISTANT— Elizabeth Scarlett LIBRARY REPRESENTATIVES: Mary Shenstone, Elizabeth Scarlett, Chloe Knaggs, Shirley Wallace, Jane Copeman, Jean Reid, Donna Clark, Patricia Marlow, Josephine Williams, Murial Joy Stewart, Beryl Empringham, Ann Cooling, Charmian Booth e. President Form VA — Margaret Smythe Form VB — Nancy Charles Form VSp. (Com.) — Joan Bradb u-n Form VSp. fH.E.)— Shirley Brown Fomi IVA — Joan Frankel Form IVB— Mary Shields 1 ' orm: IVSp. — Carolyn Massey Fonn IIIA — Ann Hargraft Form IIIB — Antoinette Echlin Form II A — Valinda Burrnss Form IIB— Helen DeNike Form lA — Ann Lo- viides Form IB — Frances Fair FORM OFFICERS Vice-President Marjorie Archibald Nancy Jack Peggy Howard Diana Beck Ruth Harris Joan Crosbie Eleanor Wilson Anne James Naomi Inglis Sally McConnell Anita Everist Cathleen Cherry Jocelyn Wright Sec.-Treas. Anne McCart Pauline Dorst Mai-y Mahon Helen Hawks Margaret Kyle Kathleen Mc Glade Virginia Wood Anne Burton Anne Blake Margaret Foulds Charmian Philpotr Faye Purdy Mary Lou Porter The Branksome Slogan 3 CALENDAR 1944-45 Sept. 13th — School re-opened. Sept. 15th — Clan Games. Sept. 17th— Miss Young. Sept. 23rd— Hockey— Maple Leaf Arena. Sept. 28th— Portia White. Sept. 29th— Othello. Oct. 6th — Thanksgiving Week- end. Oct. 12th— B. Ball, H.L.C. vs. B.H. Oct. 13th— B. Ball, Old Girls vs. Present. Oct. 17th— B. Ball, B.S.S. vs. B.H. Oct. 20th — Marion Anderson. Oct. 22nd— Miss Soper— Peru. Oct. 27th — Dr. Howard Guiness. Oct. 27th— Masquerade. Oct. 31st— Toronto Symphony. Nov. 5th — Miss McKay — India. Nov. 6th— Bell Telephone Co. Nov. 6th— B. Ball, B.H. vs. St. C. Nov. 6th— B. Ball, B.H. vs. H.L.C. Nov. 8th — Victory Loan Concert. Nov. 10th — Week-end. Nov. 14th— B. Ball, B.H. vs. B.S.S. Nov. 14th — Ramabai Week. Nov. 15th — Installation of Pre- fects. Nov. 15th— B. Ball, B.H. vs. B.S.S. Nov. 19th— I.V.F. Nov. 27th— Harriet . Nov. 28th — Ice Capades. Dec. 1st — Form V. Play. Dec. 4th— H.M.S. Pinafore . Dec. 10th — Christmas Carols -- Home for Incurables, Chorley Park. Dec. 15th — School closed. Jan. 8th — School re-opened. Jan. 12th— Skating Party. Jan. 14th— Betty Hilton, Helen Tyers. Jan. 16th — Malcuzyuski. Jan. 21st — Dr. F. A. Robinson. Jan. 24th— Art Gallery. Jan. 26th— The Dance. Feb. 2nd— Week-end. Feb. 9th— Miss Graham — Lab- rador. Feb. 11th — Dinner Party. Feb. 11th— Miss de Mayer. Feb. 16th— Form HI Plays. Feb. 18th— General Sir Wm. Dob- bie. Feb. 19th— Lady Dobbie. Feb. 23rd— Form II Plays. Mar. 2nd— Week-end. Mar. 9th— Jane Eyre. Mar. 23rd — Senior Operetta. Mar. 27th — Junior Operetta. Mar. 28th— Mr. Kaminsky. Mar. 28th— School closed. April 10th — School re-opened. April 15th — Mr. Doherty. April 20th — Swimming Meet. April 27th — Fashion Show. May 4th— Hamlet. May 9th— Philadelphia Orchestra May 25th— Week-end. June 1st — Picnic. June 8th — Strawberry Festival. June 9th — Graduates ' Dance. June 10th — Closing Service — Rose- dale Presbyterian Church. June 12th — Prize Giving. Copyright by Karsh. LIEUT.-GENERAL SIR WILLIAM DOBBIE, K.C.B., G.C.M.G., D.S.O. EDITORIAL The purpose of our editorials has usually been to point out the most outstfandino: events of the school year, but the year 1944-45 has been so filled with outstanding events that it is difficult to know where- to begin. However, we would like to name the visit of Sir William and Lady Dobbie as one of its highlights. The former Governor of Malta and his wife came to America to speak at large mass meetings from the Atlantic to the Pacific, taking as their main subject ' The Hand of God m Malta . While in Toronto, they made their headquarters at the home of Miss Read, and so we at Branksome had the great privilege of having them as guests, of hearing them both, and also having Lady Dobbie as ouj ' special speaker for our Winter Term service of Prayer and Intercession. This year also, the School has been greatly enriched by the large number of girls who have come to us, not only from all parts of Canada, but from many different parts of the world as well, so that now Brank- some Hall can indeed be considered a truly cosmopolitan school. But happy as we are to welcome these new friends, we have missed the com- panionship of the English girls, the majority of whom, after spend- mg four years with us, have now returned to their homes and families. We would send them all our best wishes and a speedy return to Can- ada (two of them already have become engaged to Canadians!). As we look back over the past few months, especially as we write this editorial today, we realize that the year 1944-45 has been the most momentous that we, who are still at School, have ever known. Until the advent of this war, many high school students were apt to be too preoccupied with their own small way of life, and consequently they gave little thought to the world at large. Today the war in Europe is over, V-E day has come! It is the events which have taken place during this year, and which have led to the victory in Europe, and soon, we hope, to final victory, that have reached out and touched the lives of us all. We are glad to think that the High School girl of today is more fully conscious than ever before of the contribution she can make to her school, to her community, and to her country. As Peace lies before us, with all its difficulties and problems, the con- tribution needed is no small one but will take our every effort. THE EDITORS, May 7, 1945. 5 Song of Thanksgiving Psalm 98 V- SING unto the Lord a npiv song — For he hath done marvelous things: His right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory. The Lord hath made known his salvation: His righteousness hath he openly shoived in the sight of the heathen. He hath remembered his mercy and his truth toward ' ' us : All the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God. Make a joyful noise v.nto the Lord, all the earth: Make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praises. Sing unto the Lord with the harp; With the harp and the voice of a psalm. With trumpets and sound of cornet. Make a joyful noise before the Lord, the King. Let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof; The world, and they that dwell therein; Let the floods clap their hands; Let the hills be joyful together — Before the Lord, For he cometh to judge the earth; With righteousness shall he judge the ivorld, And the world with equity. Used by the School at the Service of Praise and Thanksgiving, May 7, 194 ). 6 OUR HEAD GIRL Appointments 8 The Branksome Slogan HE D GIRL Prefects Positions Held: Head Girl; honorary head of Opheleo and Beta Kappa. She Is: Attractive, interested. She Likes: Good books (the leatherbound kind) on philosophy; poetry, or any other ' ' deep sub- ject; to be friends with everyone — and she is; breaking her little toe (this last was the third time!) Joan Peat Positions Held: Vice-President of Opheleo; Honorary President of the Fellowship; member of the First Basket Ball Team. She Is: clever; red-headed. She Likes: Chemistry (she can pass it too) ; the prospect of a scientific career; music— the classical kind. Ruth Alison Mary Alice Burton Positions Held : Litei ' ary Editor of the Slogan ; member of the Opheleo; representative for Cana- dian High News. She Is: Talkative, lively. She Likes: To argue in History class; answer- ing ' ' Simpson ' s of course — where else? when asked where any of her cothes came from; being wdth Virginia; and, moreover, the Navy. Positions Held: Secretary of Beta Kappa; Lit- erary Editor of Slogan ; representative on Student Symphony Council. She Is: Fun, unpredictable. She Likes: Dramatics, animals (men, horses, and dogs included) ; looking like Hairless Joe (if you read L ' il Abner) ; being with Mary Alice. Virginia Tory The Branksome Slogan 9 4 Dorothy Robinstte Positions Held : President of Beta Kappa ; mem- ber of the badminton team. She Is: energetic, popular. She Likes: using her third form Algebra book for fifth form Geometry; her sister ' s clothes; worrying about anything and everything, (though we may add that this brings wonderful results — remember the school dances and the fashion show.) Positions Held: Chieftain of the Scott clan; member of the Opheleo; member of Debating Team; member of the First Basketball Team. She Is: bright, persuasive. She Likes: political pamphlets; her identifica- tion bracelet; arguing on the basis of, ' 1 read a book ; wearing that innocent look. Mary Ritchie Positions Held: President of Opheleo; head of War Workers and Dish Washers in the residence. She Is: cute, full of fun. She Likes: wearing her kilt-length coat with the uniform; entering into everything with en- thusiasm; looking up to people. Gwen Miller Positions Held: Member of Opheleo; Brank- some ' s representative on the Student Symphony Council. She Is: motherly, willing. She Likes: Laughing; helping others; ex- pensive hats; sentimental songs, notably Jim. Kathleen Deacon Id The Branksome Slogan Margaret Smythe Positions Held: President of VA; chieftain of the Doug-las clan; advertising manager of the Slogan. She Ts: full of clan spirit; pleasingly plump. She Likes: organizing things; the Fleet Air Arm; skating; being her natural self (that ' s why everyone likes ' Tub so much and why she was elected by a unanimous vote to be our class presi- dent.) Positions Held: Captain of the First Basket- ball Team; Sports Editor of the Slogan; chieftain of the MacGregor clan; Junior School Sports Proctor; representative on Canadian High News. She Is : A good sport ; cheerful. She Likes r Supervising the Juniors in their afternoon games; skating, or any other sport for that matter; and on the scholastic side — litera- ture. Ann Spence Joyce Frankel Position Held: Member of Beta Kappa. She Is: amusing, industrious. She Likes : English mail ; laughing till the tears run down her face; American colleges, such as Smith and Wellesley; playing bridge a la Culbert- son. Positions Held : Vice-President of Betta Kappa. She Is: jolly, happy-go-lucky. She Likes: sailors; going around with a smile on her face; being a ' Tillar of the School — after all, this is her thirteenth year at Brank- some. Mary Jean Hall The Branksome Slogan 11 Marilyn Hogarth Positions Held: Treasurer of Opheleo; Photo- graphy Editor of the Slogan; Branksome ' s repre- sentative to Simpson ' s Collegiate Club. She Is: Eager, efficient. She Likes: To be everywhere all at once; keeping up with Vogue and Mademoiselle; the song, Lover Come Back To Me. Positions Held: War Stamp Convener. She Is: Tall, a good pal. She Likes: Sophisticated clothes (and they certainly suit her) ; to doff her prefectly dignity after school hours; Muskoka. , Jane Hill Position Held: Our prefect without portfolio. She Is: tall, dark, and handsome. She Likes: bowling, both as a proctor and a member of the team; guarding those precious chocolate bars at noon for Miss Shaw. Nancy Jack Positions Held: Chieftain of the MacLeod clan. She Is: Sincere, sensible. She Likes : The Fellowship ; preparing her clan for the competitions; her home — Trinidad. 12 The Branksome Slogan Positions Held: Library Representative for VA; representative of Branksome for the Can- adian High News. She Is: quiet, conscientious. She Likes: the Fellowship; her brother; board- ing- at Branksome; England — and her voice still has the pleasant traces of an accent. Mary Shenstone Positions Held: Member of the Opheleo. She Is: Friendlj forthright. She Likes: Dancing — and she certainly has lots of dates: playing bridge in spare moments; helping Peggy run the lantern in Prayers. Pat McConnell Positions Held : Member of Beta Kappa. She Is: Serious yet fun-loving. She Likes: St. Andrews — its games, its par- ades, its ex-students; helping Pat run the lantern in Prayers. Peggy Cowie Positions Held: Treasurer of Beta Kappa. She Is: Happy — in love. She Likes : Pleasing people ; her ring ; Chicago — but she likes Toronto too, (after all, look what it Sally Brown THE CLAN CHIEFTAINS Margaret Smythe, Mary Ritchie, Ann Spence, Elizabeth Scarlett, Chloe Naggs, Jane Anne Rees, Peggy Troiv, Madeleine Windeyer. THE SUB-PREFECTS Standing: Brenda Bruce, Aileen Stinson, Elizabeth Scarlett, Jane Anne Rees, Nancy Charles, Peggy Trow. Front Row: Jane Copeman, Frances Chase, Ci nthia Maxivell, Anne Woodronr, Madeleine Windeyer, Madeleine Roy. 14 The Branksome Slogan . BRANKSOME-A Cosmopolitan School Some of Oiu Foreigners FRONT ROW— Left to Right— Annette Beach (Sweden); Pamela Hill (Peru); Clare Wardlaw (Venezuela); Ailsa Reid (Trinidad); Ann Cruickshank (Syria); Anna Por (Czechoslovakia); Naomi de Langiey (France); Ellen Avigdor (Turkey); Caroline Jean (Guernsey); Dorcas Carles (Spain); Drusila Carles (Spain). SECOND ROW— Jean Beach (Sweden); Jean Reid (Trinidad); Marjorie Everett (Venezuela); Mary Robertson (Nassau); Dallas Desborough (China); Damaris Carles (Spain); Debora Carles (Spain); Pamela Bennett (England); Jean Rob- ertson (Nassau). THIRD ROW— Doris Hill (Peru); Maureen O ' Reilly (Newfoundland); Kay McGlade (United States) ; Constance Copses (Greece); Yolanda Schad (Dominican Re- public); Jane Crivelli (Switzerland);); Felicity Jean (Guernsey); Jeanne John- son (BarbadoGs); Lucy Deck (Australia). FOURTH ROW— Erica Cruikshank (Syria); Josephine Williams (Jamaica); Kay West wood (Trinidad); Rosalind Williams (Jamaica); June Miller (Trinidad); Chloe Knaggs (Trinidad); Marion Dugdale (Peru). OTHERS ON OUR ROLL ENGLAND — June Berwick; Lynne Kindersley; Brenda Cooling; Audrey Hare; Ann Fuller; Heather Hughes; June Mitchell; Sarah Archibald; Mary Daniel- Jenkins; Mary Shenstone. THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA— Sally Brown; Helen Ingersoll; Patricia Pearson; Eunice Wright; Dorothy Barnbouse: Barbara Robinson; Joan Pugsley; Anne O ' Grady; Cynthia Maxwell. NEW FOUNDLAND— Joan Crosbie. PUERTO RICO— Priscilla Hinchcliffe. JAMAICA— Susan Leach. HAWAII— Beverley Fortye. CHINA— Helen Windsor. Legamus ! r 16 The Branksome Slogan Canada s Language Problem Two languages mainly are spoken in Caniada, French and English, and we see that disunity, misconception and prejudice have ever been present between French and English speaking Canadians because they speak and think in these two tongues. In searching for a solution to this problem we find that neither group would abandon their language m favoiur of the other, because of the intense pride which is the heri- tage of the British and French alike. Each group believes, and with good reasons, that its own language is the expression of the most brilliant modern civilization. Consequently, both the French and Eng- lish languages must stay in Canada,, and they must live together in harmony. Since we must have two languages, then the remedy for Canada ' s language difficulty is comparatively simple. Both groups must learn both languages. In this way two dominant races will come to greater understanding and unity. Schools in all parts of Canada are required by law to teach both French and English in their classroom.s; however, the school can do nothing practical without the help and co-operation of the family, in the home. It is the duty of all Canadian families to teach respect for the two official languages of the country, and to provide, for their children, conditions that will be favourable for the learning of these languages. It is the English, and particularly the English of Ontario, who are respoinsible for most of the trouble that arises between the French and English in Canada. They have no conception of what they owe to their country, and consequently do nothing to help their children learn French. There are many good English-speaking people amongst us who, snug in the unrestricted enjoyment of their own language, feel that such a slight inconvenience to another race as the loss of certain language rights should hardly be made a subject of protest. They state that the English tongue is the clearest and most comprehensible of all languages, and that of the French-Canadians an unintelligible jargon. They hon- estly believe in the superiority of English speech and civilization, and they comsider that to make English the one official language of Canada w ould be almost a righteous act in giving the French-Canadians some- thing better than they had before. But, if we had a better under- standing of our fellow countrymen, and to do this it would be necessary to learn their language, w e could more easily see their point of view, and disagreements would not spring to the fore as readil} as at present. Unfortunately, arrogant forms of prejudice have taken root amongst us, which have told us that French-Canadians do not speak good French, and that to learn French would be to learn a miserable Fifth Form 18 The Branksome Slogan patois. For the most part French-Canadians speak excellent French, and in genera l they speak their language better than we speak ours. Even if this were false, the ultimate goal is not for everyone to be able to speak perfect Parisian French, but for the citizens of a bilingual country to be able to converse fairly fluently in either of the languages of their country. The English-speaking Canadian cuts a sorry figure beside his French-speaking countryman in the matter of linguistic accomplish- ments. Most French-Canadians can speak English, while probably not m.oire than ten in a hundred English-Canadians in Quebec have conver- sational knowledge of French, and in the other English-speaking prov- mces the number with this accomplishment is negligible. It has been said that if today we had in Ontario as many English-Canadians who spoke French as there are French-Canadians who speak English, our racial troubles would vanish into thin air. It is a good thing for us to live in a country where it is essential to have a knowledge of two languages. We are, therefore, the guardians of the most wonderful intellectual, literary, and artistic treasures of white civilization, and therefore we can draw indefinitely from these spiritual and cultural resources of France and England. It is not possible to make Canada perfectly bilingual. It is often naturally impossible for people to learn any but their own language, but if Canadians were willing to make at least an attempt in the direc- tion of bilingualism the number of Anglo-French friendships would be increased nearly one hundred percent, and Canada ' s most difficult prob- lem would be solved. VIRGINIA TORY. Me and Minerva It sure ain ' t like the good old days! In them days you courted your gal with a bunch, of posies, and helped her up the steps in case she ' d trip over her skirts. ' Course I don ' t remember all that, since I ' m just turned twenty-three, but pop told me, and he oughta know, ' cause he got ma that way. But anyways, what I was goin ' to say was that it ain ' t like that in my generation. F ' r instance, take the way I got my- self nicely hooked up with a cute little red haired number, belonging strictly to the twentieth century. This here ' s how I did it. I got a job at the munitions factory in the spring o ' forty-one. (I ' ve had flat feet ever since ma made me wear Pops old shoes, and none o ' The Branksome Slogan 19 the services would have me.) Well, anyways, I walked into the place on my first morning, and the first thing- what I saw when I entered the rivitin ' room was this vision o ' loveliness borin ' into the side of a airyplane like it was cream cheese. I took one look, and I sez to myself, That ain ' t the woman for me. It ' s needle-point and cookin ' pans for the gal I marries — not airyplanes! But then she turned around, and brother! — from that minute on, I wasn ' t no longer a free man. There she stood, no bigger ' n a kitten, with navy blue overhalls hangin ' none too loosely on a figger that woulda made Venus herself writhe with jealousy. Her flashy red hair was all askew, and her green eyes looked at me in sech a way as made the drops trickle off my forhead and the prickles run up and down me back. ' ' Anyways, they set me down to work not six feet from Minerva (that ' s her name, as I found out from the records. Beautiful, what?) but fer the life o ' me, I couldn ' t get up the courage to speak a murmur to her. I never was one to push m.yself forward (I comes from a family which always uses their butter knives), and besides, wimmen-folk always did have a way o ' makin ' me feel kinda hoit around the collar. So, day after day, there we sat, hammerin ' away at our airyplanes an ' not utterin ' a single word. ' Course we loo ' ked at each other kind of friendly- like, and she always blushed just a little when I whistled You ' d Be So Nice To Come Home To. Once in a while when she caught me starin ' at her like ai sick cow, she ' d wink at me and toss her head in a right saucy way, — while I ' d hafta turn me head quick so she wouldn ' t see how red I was gettin ' . But as I say, wasn ' t no rushin ' romance, and although I dreamed about my Minerva every night, I couldn ' t get my backbone up enough to ever say good morning to her when I got to work. Now here ' s where I gets to provin ' my argument that you don ' t win your wimmen these days by flowers and notes o ' poetry. ' Cause, although I sure hates to admit it, I won Minerva in a downright under- nand way, twentieth century fashion. I woke up one morning, and I said to myself, This life o ' misery has got to stop, and if Minerva won ' t take the first step, it ' s gotta be me, and all of a sudden I knew just what to do, even if it wasn ' t very gentleman-like. That day was the weekly inspection day, w hen the guy in the brown uniform always came around and looked at your work to see if you wais a fast worker, and if you did your work good. Now Minerva always had a way of bein ' right proud of her job, and she always had her rivetin ' done up extra specially nice on inspection day. So as soon as I got to work, (me what never done a unhonest thing in my life 20 The Branksome Slogan before!) I had all o ' poor Minerva ' s rivets behind my bench, and smeared dirty grease all over her sparklin ' clean airyplane wing. At 7.30 sharp, Minerva came trottin ' up the long aisle o ' planes, with her red hair piled up in a neat little bunch on top of her head, — and walking like as if she owned the world. I felt pretty small (and me 6 ft. 3!) to be doin ' such a dirty trick, but it was too late then, and I ' m right glad now that it was. You shoulda seen her poor little face when she saw her ' plane. First she just looked at it, and then she sat down and bawled like her little heart was breakin ' . For ' way at the end of the long aisle of riveters, you could see the inspector beginnin ' to look over the work, and she would lose her job sure, if he saw hers. So nere ' s where my big plan began to work, and at last I got me chance to speak to her. raced up to poor weepin ' Minerva, cussin ' under my breath (but loud enough for her t ' hear), ' ' anyone who would be mean enough to steal a pretty girl ' s rivets, and dirty up her airyplane ! Then I give her my big striped handkerchief what my father ' s aunt on his mother ' s side embroddered and sewed for me, and mutterin ' words o ' kindness and sympathy all the while, I fixed up her wing and hammered all the rivets back into their rightful places; so that before long both the plane anc: Minerva w as as good as new. Then, — just like I ' d been hopin ' all the while, she rushed up and threw her little arms around my quiverin ' neck, and raved on about, ' ' You wonderful, wonderful man — I always knew — what would I have done — right gallant of you — until my blushin ' face was a glory to behold. Well, to get around to the point, — Minerva got A.L from the inspector, and me, feelin ' that all prelim ' nary introductions had been taken care of, asked her out to supper. The long aind short of it is that Minerva and me went steady-liks for six weeks, and then got married up, so ' s we could be together all the time. We was sure made for each other (we both agree on that) and everyone says that our home life is a fine and peaceful state to behold. Anyways, in cloisin ' , I just wanted to say; — what lily maiden o ' 1860 woulda believed it if she ' d been told that a guy could win a girl by sup- plyin ' her with nine steel rivets ! MARJORIE ARCHIBALD. 5 ?i ; 22 The Branksome Slogan Prophecy, or I Hope to Die Youns Up to now I have always held a certain amount of respect for the wisdom of our honoured Latin teacher, but nevermore will I heed her advice. In accordance with her pleadings I sat down one night and for nearly fifteen minutes pursued the thoughts of Virgil. It was no use. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. Gradually I became aware of things drifting about me, and suddenly a whirring sounded in my ears. I found myself in a helicoipter! Amazed, I felt it swoop and plunge dow n, down, down We landed. Dazedly I stepped to the ground and rubbed my eyes. What was that in front of me? It was a huge sign emblazoned Tor- onto Exposition of 1960. I promptly boarded a bus headed for this exhibition, and, as I dropped into a seat, I noticed a fashionable society woman sitting beside me. I looked again. W hy it was my old class- mate, Dorothy Robinette! She recognized me and immediately we fell into an animated discussion about our school days. Discussion I say, but in reality it was a monologue. I sank back in my seat and listened. My dear, she said, with sl little shriek, I must tell you about what ' s happened to all the girls. I suppose you heard that Kay Deacon had sextuplets three years ago — it w as in all the papers — it was a medical marvel. They would never have lived if it hadn ' t been for that new vitamin discovered by Ruth Alison and Louise Dolson. Strange, w e always thought Joyce Frankel would delve ahead into scientific research but she ' s turned to a literary career instead. She is the editor of that famous magazine, Life and Literature. She must have been inspired by all those Lit. essays she wrote in her last year at Branksome. And the chief cartoonists for the publication are Pegg Drew and Budge Archibald. And did you know that Ann Spence w rites the sports column for the daily paper. She ' s quite as fam.ous as Jim Coleman ever was and flies all over the world to see the international matches. She meets everybody. Why she told me that on her last trip to Norway she ran into Mary Ritchie who had just founded a new political party with a platform of More herring for our own people. Keep Norway ' s products m Norway. Mary ' s quite lost her old Canadian ways. And in last year ' s Olympic games, held also in Norway, Patsy Earl carried off the world ' s figure skating championship. Then T read in Ann ' s column the o ther day that Madeleine Windeyer just swam in the Arctic Ocean to prove that it could be done, and is now rumoured to be risking her life by attempting to ski over the North Pole. The Branksome Slogan 23 ' Another name in the news is Lyn Hogarth ' s. She has been flying- all over the world giving speeches to raise money in aid of the Superior Social Surroundings Society. You know the S.S.S.S. has been doing- a wonderful job promoting white settlement in the African interior and in Tibet. Ann McCart, now a noted architect, has planned innumerable model apartment houses for the S.S.S.S. projects and Ruth Sedgwick — she married an Arabian knight but got sick of being secluded in his harem and so fled south — now runs a tropical night club in connection with the African branch of the S.S.S.S. Jane Early and Shirley Smith, who used to harmonize over the Branksome broadcasting system, you rem.ember, are the star singers in Ruth ' s night club. ' ' Then, of course, there ' s Elaine Goodeve. By mathematical formulae she has discovered a way to the moon and is now trying to persuade someone to build her a rocket ship so she can go there. Joan Peat and Marg Hockia want to go with her, but until that day comes, they nave jobs as hostesses on a super-air-liner. Brenda Bruce — you remem- ber how industrious she always was — worked herself to a shadow and finally passed away last month. ' ' Jane Hill is the police chief of the city now — and speaking of municipal officials, Jane Ann Rees and Pauline Dorst are the Park Com- missioners. They ride through the city on chestnut m.ares, supervising the work of the gardeners. They are having a hard time with Marg Smythe who sets up her soap box in the parks and makes speeches to all who will listen. I guess that, despite her hatred of speechmaking during her schooldays, it just got to be a habit. And Marie Joyce found an outlet for her passion for sweeping by joining the street cleaning squad. Gloria McLeod, after her sterling performance as Goldie in her class play at B.H.S., was snapped up by Hollywood to play a similar role in their movie Fun At The Follies. Nancy Charles has become thoroughly disgusted with red hair because it reveals her fiery temper and she has dyed it black. She may go on the stage soon. Although Jean Winston does not act, she has a splendid job closely affiliated with the movies. She is head usherette in the New Underground Theatre. Sally Brown is now in the song writing business. Her latest hit is Who stole the Latch off the henhouse door? Maisie Mehlenbacher has writ- ten a popular song also — if only I could remember the title — you know the one, the first couple of lines are: As I sit alone By the telephone Waiting for my sister to call. . . 24 The Branksome Slogan But a rather sad fate has come to Pat McConnell, Mary Jean Hall, Boo Scarlett, and Peggy Cowie. Inseparable always, they started on a trip ' around the world together, but, unfortunately, they were robbed of all their money and they are now trying- to work their way back home. Poor Dorothy Carringfton found by chance a strange food, one bite of which made her grow another two feet. But she has some slight compensation in the fact that she now holds the title of ' The Tallest Girl In The World. ' ' And Mary Shenstone, unhappy g irl, is an inmate of the Provincial Penitentiary and is working hard for her good conduct certificate to shorten her sentence, Aileen Stinson is the warden there. Women do almost everything- these days! Another sad case is Sally Pitfield. Driven to desperation at Branksome when she was forced to write a French story for the Slogan, hei mind cracked and she is now Autumn Picnickers m the insane asylum imiagining herself to be a crepe suzette. And, worst of all, I ' m afraid that Mary Alice Burton must have gone mad also. She has written a baffling, impressionistic novel called ' ' Man Flies Through The Weeping ' Sun. No one can understand it and Virginia Tory, who is a noted psychologist, spends all her time trying to psycho- analyze Mary Alice, to find out why she wrote it and what it means. Mary Bastow and Pegg-y Trow have gone in for charitable work, and devote lall their time to the upkeep of a hospital for homeless cats. Oh! and Ann Woodrow is the Spanish translator for a number of our stores which trade with South America. Kay Thomas grew to love that infirmary atmosphere so much while at Branksome that she has become the chief bandage-maker for the Toronto General Hospital. Oh yes, Ann Archibald has just written a book which everyone is reading — The Art of Writing Interesting Letters , and Polly Ann Haden has not been content to merely quote poetry, but she has gone on to The Branksome Slogan 25 edit several anthologies of veise. Again, through books, Ontario has oegun to realize the importance of her sister province because of Joan iVeilson ' s masterpiece, ' ' A Complete History of Nova Scotia in ten volumes. ' ' Ruth Jennings, Cynthia Maxwell, and Patty Parton, have banded together and bought a toothpaste factory. Betty Osborne, having suc- cessfully finished with teeth-straightening and the dentist, has a contract with the factory for advertising, and her sparkHng smile appears in all the streetcars. Just look up there and see it. Joan Hutcheson, always mterested in the Paratroops, learned how to parachute, and now has gone to New York. She adds a spectacular interest to the sky-line by jumping daily from the top of the Empire State Building. Joan Irwin and Libby Matchett seem to be the only others of our class who, like me, have settled down to a quiet married life, And did you know that our Mayor Owen Money is in financial difficulties, and, to relieve this situation, is going to marry Nancy Jack. And, Cynthia Smith loved Toronto so much that she stayed right here doing odd jobs. At the moment she is running the merry-go-round at the Exposition. Exposition ! The word recalled my purpose in getting on the bus. I looked out the window. Why there it was! I tried to cut short Dodie ' s stream of chatter. She didn ' t seem to hear my interruption, but babbled on. I couldn ' t wait. I rushed to the door of the bus and stepped down, down All went black. I opened my eyes. My Virgil was lying on the floor. I glanced at the clock. It was midnight. But what of this strange tale? Could all this have happened in the past few hours? It seems so. That is why I failed in Latin. The Christening She is here before me, this grey ship. She is high and sleek and swift; proud, alert, alive. She is born, ready to begin her life, I am here beside her, alone, high above the crowd, here to name this ship, to bless her, to give her freedom. Soon she shall sail over all the waters of the world. She shall sail on moonlit blue champagne, and she shall sail on blood. She is born out of hate and strife and agony, a world at war. She is built to fight, to kill, to wound, to destroy, and she is beautiful. Her body, like a bird poised for flight, rests in the curious crowd, their homely, labourers ' faces proclaiming their pride in her existence. They have made her. Something of their hardiness has been projected into her by their strong, gentle hands. 26 The Branksome Slogan Beside them, stand the men who will man her. They are young, thes sailors, young- and expectant, and they will love this ship as a man can love no woman. Stalwart and strong, they will care for her, guide her and keep her. In her they will know death and heart- break and fear much worse than death, fear so great that the most courageous must tremble and pray for a steady heart. They will tend her engines, scrub her decks, and fire her guns. They will stand long hours on watch, in summer nights under la cool, dark sky, and in winter when the wind pierces the inmost soul, and salt spray bites the flesh. They will live and die on her. They will gamble with death in every second of the fight, and her clean grey decks will be splashed with blood and torn flesh. Her guns shall rip the metal of enemy ships and take life after life. Her bullets will send enemy planes plummeting into the sea, spitting flame. These men will ha e no mercy. But they will dream of love on her; of women and little children waiting somewhere far away; of homes, soft chairs, and firelight; of comfort and shelter from a merciless sea; of safety from fear, and a belief in a kind, loving God. Their disillusioned young faces will lighten for a moment with remembrance, then darken as the present returns. They will love this ship. A wife ' s, a sweetheart ' s rival, she will enter into their hearts, their soiuls, to remain forever. They will love her long grey body and her sharp, clean bow which churns the waves into madness. They will love her throbbing engines, her bristling guns, her snub stern and her woman ' s disposition. She Vvill be theirs to work for and to love. For months together. She will see every ocean of the world, this ship: the dark, secret waters of the Orient, the Mediterranean, flame-coloured by a hundred thousand torches in the sky, the South Seas silver in the moonlight, and the frosty jewelled riplets of a calm, Arctic bay. She will sail proudly. The crowd is cheering now. I step forward. Red and white bunt- mg flaps against the blue of the sky. The high grey form before me is poised. I raise the bottle in my right hand — I christen thee and smash it with all my strength. The crowd is wild. The world IS bright through tears. ' ' God bless this ship and all who sail in her! PEGGY DREW. Fourth Form 28 The Branksome Slogaiv We Fled to Freedom This is a picture. It is only the dull hulk of a ship, but T call it • ' Home . Why? I do not really know. Maybe because this ship was our home for so long; maybe because she broug-ht us to a new home; maybe because she taught me the meaning- of home and hence the meaning of freedom. I was not very old, but bright enough to poke my nose into everything, smell the clean sea air, and enjoy myself thor- oughly ; as a result, my memory is a blur. But one moment I shall never forget and I want you to see it as vividly as I remember it. On a sunny December day in the year 1940, the ' ' Klipfontein docked in Portland, Oregon, many days late and a little broken down. She had suffered much, but had never failed. Her magnificent prow sliced the water like the shining fin of a shark, and if one engine was silent, the other made up with double the energy. I clung to the top rail, my eyes following the sure, easy movements of the men on shore, as our old ship panted slowly and softly into her berth. On board we were silent, waiting. Soon the first contact with North America would be made; until then we still felt lost and a little afraid. A motley group were we, of every race and colour, and to each person this first contact would have a different meaning. But one thing we all knew ; we were coming home. I saw the Count. His fine bearded face was turned to the city and one hand was tense on the rail. He had a straight figure and a royal bearing. His even features might have been chiselled, firm and perfect, from white marble, had there not been a few bitter wrinkles around his mouth and eyes, and a certain undefinable look of courage that can come only to those who have seen and who know. He had no home or country, probably no family. As he stood a little apart on the deck, he seemed like a soldier, alone in some big expanse of earth with noth- mg but God and the sky above him. At his side hung the sword of honour with which he could conquer the world. Geoffrey Chaucer put him and the spirit of his people into five simple words, ' a very parfit, gentle knight. ' ' In sharp contrast to the Count ' s quiet countenance was the illumi- nated face of the boy beside me. His dark eyes flashed and he wore a beautiful Arabic smile. Not a great deal older than me, this boy was travelling alone for the first time. His home was in Baghdad, but he had been sent to Canada to avoid the impending horrors he might have had to witness. He seemed out of place here. His smooth, dark head was meant for a crown; his narrow fingers should v ear ' bright, oriental rings; and only that supple figure could carry a heavy, red cloak with The BRAiSiKSOME Slogan 29 ihe grace of a Mohammedan. Sometimes I could see him on the desert at night with billowing robes white in the blackness and a fast camel. Dreams? He had them too. He dreamt that what he would learn here he would take back to his people. He would teach them, guide them, and wherever they went they would be safe. Dreams, you say? Yes, but of such stuff as life is made on. A young mother held a baby who would never see his father and who was looking at his home for the first time. She was humming softly the Russian national anthem. A small, quiet group of elderly women stood in the shadow of the compianionway — wiry people, bronzed and toughened from long years of toil in China. They were not Chinese. Who but Americans could hold that light in their eyes when they see their own purple hills? Wao but those gentle, unarmed soldiers of Christ, the foreign missionaries, could throw that light over the shabby deck? There were many more people, all of them quivering with hope and excitement. Quivering is an expressive word; especially when applied to the family sitting on a trunk behind me. Take three pink jelly moulds, one slightly larger than the other two; squat them, still trembling, on a box, and there you have the face and character of the irio. Nationality? Probably German. I cannot tell you of the fears and heart-break of these people and of those like them. I do not know the real meaning of Freedom; but you will understand when I say that I saw it. I saw it in the cough of the lame engine, in the twitching fingers of the old Count, in the young Arabic spirit. I saw it in the thin, peaked features of the widow and in the calm faces of the missionaries. I saw it in a sweet Greek face that was not gloomy, but very sad. It was in the second when the bumpers squeaked, and the hawsers strained, and the old ship came to rest, that I loosed the chains that bound me to all I had left behind and stepped mto the future not looking back, but forward, always forward, to Freedom. ERICA CRUIKSHANK. A Few Hours Out of the Future Mrs. Bumby opened her eyes and stretched luxuriously. The musical alarm clock was playing a lively tune and the hands pointed to nine-thirty. Mrs. Bumby gave a disgusted yawn and would have gone back to sleep had she not suddenly remembered that the family was getting up an hour earlier than usual this morning because Mr. Bumby had a luncheon engagement in Chile with an important nylon salesman. She touched a small button on her bedside table and the window was lowered softly ; 80 The Branksome Slogan the curtains were drawn back to allow the early morning sunshine to fl sh its brilliant rays into the still closed eyes of Mr. Bumby. ' •Cuthbert, said Mrs. Bumby in an annoyed tone, Wake up. ' •My dear wife, yawned Mr. Bumby, ' ' Who would ever dream of getting up at this hour. What ' s the matter? Cuthbert Bumby, don ' t tell me you ' ve forgotten your luncheon date with Mr. Whats-his-name in Chile ! No, no dear, I ' m sorry ; I ' ll get right up. What do you want with nylon anywaj Cuthbert? Why it ' s going- out of date very quickly. If I were you I ' d try and meet someone inter- ested in thy rone. Luetta Smith told me that thy rone girdles give you the most wonderful figure. Well, if a thyrone girdle could do anything for her figure it really must be wonderful. Before his wife could answer, Mr. Bumby was in the bathroom setting the shower dial at extra cold. The cold suds made him feel wonderful ; he even attempted to sing while he turned on the rinsing water. It was a gay little ditty, he was not sure of the name of it, but he thought it was something like Boog it Momma. If Junior could hear him he would taunt him for being old-fashioned, but Mr. Itumby felt that there v as nothing like the old songs, the new ones were far too dreary for his taste. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mrs. Bumby was getting breakfast. She glanced at the bacon and eggs which were frying themselves on the built-in stove. A small red light flashed on which meant that they were done exactly the way Mr. Bumby liked them. The coffee was bubbling a joyful tune which meant that it also was ready. She poured it into a plastic cup and put the bacon and eggs on a matching plastic plate. Breakfast, Cuthbert dear, she called, and you ' d better w ake the children. It ' s nearly ten-thirty and they have to be at school by eleven. Mr. Bumby appeared in the kitchen a few minutes later. He looked very handsome in his blue suit of nylo n-gaberdine. He kissed his wife and seated himself on one of the air-filled breakfast benches opposite her. She passed him his coffee and the morning- paper. - Hmmm, he said thoughtfully, I see that those scientists have reached Mars. I wonder what they ' ll find? Before his wife could answer, they were interrupted by the entrance of their children, Cuthbert Junior, who was seventeen, and Cerise, a pretty girl of fifteen. Mr. Bumby looked enviously at them. In his day he had had to walk two miles to school, carrying a heavy load of books, and then he had had to sit five long hours in a hard chair and THp] Branksome Slogan 31 concentrate while some very boring- professor tried to drill History into his brain. Even after all that he was not through. After he had walked home the two miles, carrying an equally heavy load of books, he had had to start rig-ht in again and puzzle out some hopelessly diffi- cult homework for several hours. The children of today seemed terribly lucky. They went to school each morning in their own super-modern cars and sat for an hour or two in cushioned arm chairs watching technicolour movies, which were supposedly educational. Then Mr. Bumby forgot the trials of his school days for awhile and concentrated on finishing his breakfast. ' Top, are you taking the helicopter or the rocket-ship to Chile? Junior asked him in an anxious tone. ' T ' m taking the rocket-ship son, the helicopter is much too slow, and I want to get there a few minutes early so I can look for a thyrone girdle for your mother. Aw gee. Pop! I ' ve got a date with a sizzlin ' siren out in Van- couver and I was going to take her to a Russian night club, but we ' d never make it in the helicopter. Fm sorry son, but perhaps Til be home in time for you to take the rocket, and, if not, they tell me the night clubs in Alaska are very good. Mr. Bumby kissed his wife and daughter and went out the slam-proof door. A few minutes later he could be heard starting the motor of the rocket, and a quiet ' swish ' indicated that he was on his way to Chile. Back in the kitchen Junior and Cerise were getting readj for school and Mrs. Bumby was piling the breakfast dishes in the dish-washer and drier. At ten forty-five the children left for school in their super- Out for PrAetie — 32 The Branksome Slogan modern cars. Mrs. Bumby switched on her television set and watclied her favorite liquid soap-opera while she put away the dishes. When it was ' over she put the veg-etables in the vegetable peeler and the meat m the oven and set the dials on the stove so that dinner would be all ready when she got home at eight o ' clock. Mrs. Bumby ' s housekeeping cares were over for the day, and as she left the house to spend a carefree afternoon with her friends, she breathed a sigh of happiness and thought how wonderful it was to be alive on that beautiful day in 1970. MARY LIZ WH ITE. NOS COMPATRIOTES SONT AMIABLES L ' avez-vous jamais visitee, cette captivante ville de Quebec? Ou connaissez-vous 1 e s Canadiens francais? Je vais vous les pre- senter. Je suis allee a d ' Orleans pour y perfectionner mon francais. Un jour apres avoir beaucoup appris (selon moi) je suis allee chez Pac- quets. Vous comprenez que Pac- quets est un grand magasin. Je suis montee au deuxieme etage et la j ' ai vu beaucoup de robes de vendeuses et de vendeurs. Je me suis rapprochee de I ' un d ' eux. ' ' Je veux acheter une robe monsieur, 1 i I 1 -1 et je porte la taille douze ' ' ' Com- ment, vous voulez parler au numero quatre-vingt-douze? Et avant que je Taie bien comprise, il s ' en est alle et moi je restais la rougis- sante! Une demoiselle qui avait ap ' parement le numero quatre- vingt-douze s ' est approchee de moi. Je lui ai explique ma difficulte et elle a souri. Elle ne comprenait pas un mot d ' anglais. Mais enfin, grace a elle, j ' ai fait mon achat. Puis j ' ai re joint ma famille. Et si vous voulez visiter Quebec une fois ou I ' autre vous trou- verez qu ' ils vous aideront aussi. SHIRLEY BAKER. The Branksome Slogan 33 A Soldier ' s Dream Warmth surged over his long lean body. A fragrance tantalized his nostrils; bubbles broke as he leaned against them. In the marble bath, filled with hot water, he lay dreamily content. When had this desire foT cleanliness started? Not when he was a small, grubby boy playing in a creek. Not when his teacher sent him home to wash his face. It was when he first asked Tess out. Tess had appreciated his efforts. He could tell by her eyes, lovely brown eyes. Smiling, he remembered how he had left the soap in a puddle on the floor that day. He remembered the day that he had washed all the neighbours ' dogs because they were so dirty. Then war had broken out and he, two months out of high school, had enlisted, leaving his job as soap sales- man, leaving his crates of soap, his optimistic advertisements, and more hnportant, his youth, behind. Slowly the scene changed and he was plunging into a still lake on a frosty morning. Puppy-like he came up and shook himself, scattering drops of water in all directions from his glistening black hair. The blood was racing through his veins and his brown skin was tingling. Now he was scrubbing himself in a hot shower, v ith gentle soap. The drops were pelting and stinging his skin to life. The vision faded, and he was alone in a dirty trench. Again he was vainly trying to wash off the filth, in a wooden tub with a calie of harsh laundry soap and a rough towel. It was his first bath in three weeks. Soap, yes ! That was what he really missed ! Nice, sweet-smelling soap. Soap that gave plenty of suds. The walls of the dug-out seemed plastered with posters. Soap advertisements. Lux Palmolive Lifebuoy ..... His eyes wandered over them . The suds began to run over the baths. The cakes of soap grew arms and legs and whirled about him in a mad soap dance. It began to snow, Ivory Snow. Shaving brushes and creams lined up before him in military fashion, for inspection. Th  soaps whirled faster and faster The enemy planes flew off leaving destruction in their wake. In a clean-scrubbed room stood rows and rows of white beds. In the third row in the twenty-first bed lay a soldier, unconscious. He stirred, struggling to wake up. Why was soap racing through his brain. Sweet-smelling fragrance. He was obsessed with the thought. Perhaps he was going mad. That was it, he was mad. With all his strength he fought it off, tried not to feel the warmth stealing over his 34 The Branksome Slogan aching limbs. But it was there, and every moment he }3ecame more aware, of it. He opened his eyes. He could still feel and even see the suds A white-capped nurse bent over him solicitiously, a basin of water by her side, a soapy cloth in her hand. ' You were lucky not to have beer) hurt seriously when they blew up the trench, she said. ' ' Now just relax while I wash off some of this dirt. THE VIGIL From out at sea a fog blows in. And like a blanket settles down. It hides the houses in its folds And fills the streets throughout the town. Along the shore in tiny crofts From windows anxious faces peer. The fishing fleet is out at sea And for its sake the women fear; The fog-horn on the longest pier Gives out its mournful warning. Small lamps hang high ' hind win- dow panes, If need be, until morning. Three hours pass, then comes a wind To slowly push the fog away. News comes — the fishing fleet is safe. Once more the women ' s hearts are gay. JUNE BERWICK. Third Form 36 The Branksome Slogan War War broke out in September, 1939. War is like a deep grey mist that often engulfed o ' ur little village on a wet day, a mist that hangs over everyone, and as one looks out in the bleakness the future is obscured. Our little village was situated in a small valley surrounded by large snow-peaked mountains in northern Czechoslovakia. It was a very happy place, with merry festivals in the spring time and folk dancing in winter. My father was not a wealthy man, but he was a prominent doctor whom all the people trusted, listened to, and consulted. He loved his family, and most of all his God. It was very harcl to realize that this little piece of heaven could become what it is today. It all happened so quicklj that I am sure it is still only a dream. Nadia, my little sister, and I were in school. We heard about a cruel race who wanted to conquer the world, but this knowledge had not troubled us that day, although the expression of terror on our Mother ' s face had been very puzzling. Later, however, we heard the low droning sound of msmy areo- plane, and, as they came closer, the faint noise became like thunder, and we heard long wails that sounded as if someone were shrieking in agony. Nof until we saw the earth open up before us and explode high into the air leaving a large crater, did we realize what it all meant. After a few minutes which had seemed like a thousand years, our little wooden school house, rumbled, shook, and fell upon us. For a while everything seemed black, but soon I became conscious of the pitiful cries of many children, and, as I looked around me, I felt numbed, for there about me were the once happy children mangled m the wreckage. My little sister, Nadia, lay very white under a large rafter, and dragging myself to her, I saw her once smiling face crushed and bleeding. I shook and screamied, and pulled at her with what little strength I could muster, but it was of no use. My sister v ' as dead dead. How I stumbled home I shall never know, for the stabbing pain in my chest beat ruthlessly against my trembling frame, and I w as unable to see through my tears; the neat houses that had stood so strong against unruly weather, were now torn and strewn over the dirt road, and here and there were large holes. Our house was not touched, and as I drew into the gate my Mother came rushing out, and, putting her arms around me, she walked with me into the honse. She knew that Nadia was dead and, as she held me roughly in her arms, she cried a prayer to heaven. The Branksome Slogan 37 My father ' s step was soon heard shuffling up the path and, looking out, I saw him as I never had before, his head deeply bent, his shoulders sagging. This, my father, our former tower of strength,, was weak and very old A few days later, the young people of the village were crowded into large, uncovered trucks and carried off to an unknown destination. As I turned to bid my last farewell to this httle corner that would forever be a part of me, I could see the image of my father and mother as they stood outlined against the front door, and the sad, sweet smile of patience, hope and enduring love they bore upon their faces was a cherished memory that kept my faith alig ' ht. Now, as a young man, I am able to fight for what I dearly love, and as we push, and fight, and die for this great cause, I think back on my happy childhood, of Nadia, of those tw o old folk who are waiting at the door, and as I once more pull myself together I cry out: Fight- fight! Peace shall reign again on earth, for God is with us. PAT MacGREGOR. The Hunt Dawn. The sun peeped over the hills and flooded the meadows and fields below with Hght. Half-stripped trees cast cold shadows on the carpets of dried and wind-blown leaves underfoot, and a stiff Autumn l reeze flattened the long withered grass that still clung firmly to the wide rolling pasture-lands. Outcrops of clover showed green amongst the dull, silvery stubble which covered acres of harvested fields. Far away, sounded the note of a huntsman ' s hoTn and hounds baying, and ihen — silence. The Fox had hunted all his life over the rambling, weather-beaten nills and leafy glens of the countryside. Having once caught his scent, hounds would go wild, and joyously lead the Field at a sharp gallop in vain hope of intercepting him. But, by cunning stratagem and artful dodges, he always managed to out-manoeuvre them and to escape alto- gether. He attended the Meets regularly and considered himself a Very Important Person; For, he reasoned, ' ' how could they hunt without a fox? He scrambled under a fence and trotted down into the valley. Stretches of forest and rough pasture-land lay on all sides. Here and there, the glint of the river flashed through bare branches, as warm, golden shafts of sunlight forced their way into the dusky water. The Fox moved slowly along a wooded bridlepath, leaped the cedai ' 38 The Branksome Slogan nedg-e at the end, and landed in a large expansive meadow, checkered with scrub bushes and dwarfed trees. Then, flaunting ' his brush, he slippe ' d i nto a shadow, and was loist to sight. The Hunt stretched out over the rough plain, and cantered towards the first fence. Then away, after the hounds, over a hill and throug ' h the valley below% leaping the obstacles in their path with a sweep, amidst flutterino: coattails, and flying turf. Frightened rabbits scurried for their burrows as the Field galloped over a rise and poured into the woods, where a narrow track led them over the river and into the open once moire. A flock of crows wheeled, and falling off before the onslaught, flew away until they were mere specks in the blue above The pheasant hunters had assembled in the grey of early morning — had waited, silent, while the wind swept the fields and blew remnants of pale mist into a corner. The sun rose, a shining disk in the skies above, and hid uncertain shadows under the dewy leaves on the forest floor. The ' river, awaking from reverie, stirred from low murmuring to loud, cheerful babble, as it slid over dark, unseen rocks and tumbled merrily in the current. And still the hunters kept silent vigil, unmoved, waiting with their rifles, hiding behind bushes and rocks. Waiting for the pheasants to come out into the sunlight — to their death. The Fox, from a rocky crag high above, could see the whole picture — the Hunt, spread out in wild order, thundered at full pace over a field, and crashing through the thicket, burst out upon the pheasant hunters; then, falling back, they veered into the rough, stunted growth at one side, where pheasants rose before them in mottled clouds, mingling their terrified calls with the shouts of men. Horses neighed, and reared, and neighed again, in excitement. Guns roared in an attempt to arrest a few ' birds in headlong, panic-stricken flight. Hounds scattered after those slain, mangling the broken carcasses. Confusion reigned. Then once more was silence. The Huntsman, having regained head and hounds, which had been deranged by the collision, collected the Field and tactfully withdrew. The pheasant hunters, with only a few tooth- marked birds as evidence of their skill, tramped disappointed towards home. The hills blew a long sigh over the meadows, and, brushing aside the trees, gently ruffled the sun-dried grass. The Fox chuckled and turned slowly away. ' ' Good show! he remarked to nobody in particular. . . ANNE BURTON. econd Form 40 The Branksome Slogan Rubsie- Wub sies Presents Music (soft) : Row, Row, Row Your Boiat. Announcer: Good morning, ladies. It is ten forty-five, and Rubsie- Wubsies, the only soap flakes with the patented triangular flakes, pre- sents ' ' Mid Stream , the story of an average Canadian Family. But before we present today ' s chapter in this thrilling serial, a word from our sponsors. Ladies, do you have trouble with your present soap flakes? Do your clothes look dirty even after they have been washed? Then you haven ' t tried Rubsie Wubsies ! All that you have to do with these marvellous flakes is pour three quarters of a box into your wash tub and scrub the clothes for only forty minutes. To make this easier, Rubsie Wubsies have made you a special offer. Not only are Rubsie- Wubsies good for your clothes, but the special, triangular, scented flakes contain every known vitamin, plus two that have not been discovered yet! Therefore, they are kind to your hands. Anyone can have white anaemic-looking hands, but with these superior flakes, your hands will have a soft, rosy glow. Also you will have rough, sand papery palms, which will prove to your husband that you are doing your housework as you should. This will make him love you even more. So, for marriage bliss and cleaner clothes, join the Rubsie- Wubsie Weeklj Washers. Male Quartet (tenderly and sentimentally) (To tune of Sunday, Monday or Always) : If your clothes are dirty, Won ' t you listen to me? Use Rubsie- Wubsies, always. If 3 ou ' re not satisfied, After you have tried. Just return the unused portion and we Will refund your money, always! Use Rubsie- Wubsies. (Harmonized.) Music (loudly, then fading aw ay) : Row, Row% Row Your Boat. Announcer: And now for today ' s chapter in ' ' Mid Stream . This pov ei ' ful drama shows that a woman can find happiness after twenty- one. As the scene opens, we find our heroine, Maybel Hix, in the kitchen, Rubsie-Wubsieing her dishes. The Branksome Slogan 41 Music (soft) : Row, Rov , Row Your Boat. (Music fades). Sound Effects Man : Ring-o-.g (doorbell) Tap, Tap, Tap. (footsteps). Creak (door opening). Mabel: Eek! (scream). Sound Effects Man: Thud. Music (loud) : Row, Row, Row Your Boat. Announcer: What has happened? What did Maybel see? Did Wilma Waddington really find two pair of nylons ? Will Cousin Elmer ' s Drip Proof Soup Spoon be accepted by the Government? Will Junior elope with his Sunday School Teacher? Listen in tomorrow to Mid Stream , and find out ! But, now, I am going to tell you about Rubsie-Wubsies ' special offer. The Carbolic and Sludge Soap Company offers you, for only five dozen box tops, a genuine, wire bristled scrubbing brush ! Just think, this beautiful, expensive, brush (cash value, one dollar), for use in the bath, or for scrubbing your clothes clean ! This brush hel ps the patented triangular flakes to cut the dirt right out of your wash. All that you have to do is send five dozen boxtops to Rubsie-Wubsies , care of the station to which you are listening. And, ladies, do hurry ! This amazing offer is open for two years only. So, why not rush right out and buy some Rubsie Wubsie Soap Flakes now? Until tomorrow, then, this is Bertram Bobsled signing off for Car- bolic and Sludge, makers of Rubsie- Wubsie Soap Flakes. Music (loud) : Row, Row, Row Your Boat. NANCY WALLACE. My youthful days in first form Were gay as they could be, A girl who was in fifth form Meant everything to me. The SMITH and the STEWART were CARLESs, and looked very WEIRd with no SHOEBOTTOMs. They climbed a WALWYN, they approached a BARNHOUSE be- longing to a rich TAYLOR. They knocked on the HATCH and en- tered the FOULD. I looked at her with wonder, I spoke to her with fear. And sadly said my farewell In the spring of that same year. Through dire necessity I work. To pass each hard exam But my chief interest now lies In that queer thing called . . . MAN! HOWDEN did they get out? All I can tELL IS they BURRUS- Sed their way through a DAL TONnel and are now eating SEC- CORD candies. JOAN HEISE. SALLY McCONNELL. 42 The Bkanksome Slogan Random !!! Miss Edmison to Ruth S. (hurry- ing through hall): ' ' Late again! Ruth: Yes. So am 1. Miss Craig: ' ' Why don ' t you answer me? Kay: I did shake my head. Miss C: Well, you don ' t ex- pect me to hear it rattle up here, do you? Bed is too small for my weariness, I ' ll take a hill for a resting place. And a tree shall be my pillow. And a cloud shall be my blanket. God, blow the moon out please. EUNICE WRIGHT. NOON The air is still The drowsy rill Winds gleaming through The wood ; and blue Forget-me-nots — Oh, lots and lots — Look at their faces in the stream. And dream .... The nimble deer Are grazing near, And bright bees zoom Midst clover bloom ; Bird-song has stopped The wind has dropped. And all is held in sun-steeped swoon. At noon. ROSELIND WILLIAMS. THE KEY Twenty fathoms under the sea. While gathering pearls I found a Key. A tin.. Key all tarnished and old. Covered with layers of rust and mould. O Key! what secrets to humans lost, Were tossed with thee when thou wert tossed Into the sea by pirates bold, Long years ago, in days of old! LUCY DECK. Marg: Been going to B.H.S. all your life? Lyn: Not yet. First Form 44 The Branksome Slogan The Und erground It was April, 1940, and war was the word we least expected ! Ger- many had marched intO ' Poland and Britain had declared war, but still somehow because of Germany ' s polished words we could not believe the truth. Germany at that moment, after all her promises and speeches, was marching- into Norway, my country. We had not, of course, always trusted Germany, but we had a great trade with her, and she was the means of a great part of our nation ' s wealth. We were unsuspecting and the news of invasion was hard to believe. Before we knew it Oslo was taken, and soon Stavenger, where I lived, would be also. My brother, my father, and myself, and all the brothers and fathers of the town banded together and collected what arms we could. Soon the Nazis arrived and we saw and felt the fury of those who were victorious. We who were not victorious fled to the mountains where we swore we would hunt the Nazis down, one by one. They learned to hate our staunch interference. We knew, hov ever, that our medical land ammunition supplies were meagre, and food and shelter crude. It was summer now, but when the colder months cam.e we would not be able to last long. Finally, after two months of vicious fighting, our greatly diminished numbers were forced to surrender. 1 and many of my companions were taken to a concentration camp, where, because of my wounded leg and hip, I was soon released and sent back to my home. There, after I had recovered, 1 was to report for manual work in Germany. But, I had other ideas:; iBy putting a coin in my wound I prevented it from healing and the Nazi doctor issued a certificate saving that I could not work because of my unhealed leg. Now I could put my plan mto effect. Soon after, I called togetlier all those in the town whO ' were able bodied, capable, and willing. We discussed how we could best fight owe invaders. The store of Carl, the grocer, was voted to be our head- quarters, and this was the beginning of our now mighty underground. We were few at first, but our numbers grew as the knowledge of our work leaked out. I should not say leaked out, but rather rushed out. Signs of our work were everywhere! Railways blown up, troops killed, information given to the Allies, German officers disappearing. The Branksome Slogan 45 Our work was widespread although the Nazis tried to prevent it. Our penalty if caught death. One of our greatest activities was our underground newspaper which old and young read alike. This urged people to fight the Nazis, and told of our work. Not only Norwegians received our paper, but we kept the German officers posted also! This made them more furious than ever. Unfortunately, there was always the Quisling, willing to betray nis own mother in order to be on the winning, protecting side, and through these people many a brave Norwegian life was lost; but their judgment day is coming, for our side will soon be victorious and then the Quisling will have to pay. I remember many an excursion to blow up a train or a war factory. It was on one of these raids that my fate was decided. It was pitch black, and my companions and I had finished all the last minute prepara- tions concerning the dynamite, ' ' getaway, and alibis. There was a tense silence and then Rolf pushed the dynamite can. Twenty seconds later the war plant burst into magic flame. The Nazis, however, were more alert than we had thought. Sud- denly a bullet whined past me. Another shrieked by a nd I saw one of my companions fall. I ran to him as quickly as possible. My shock was great it was my eighteen-year-old brother a mere child, killed by those merciless monsters. Bitter hatred surged up inside me; my blood turned hot and raced through my veins; that was the last T knew. I woke up in a cold, bare cell. That was two months ago. Today, after innumerable tortures, at last I go to my release. I go gladly because I know now that our cause has spread, that it has triumphed, and that Germany v ill soon, very soon, be driven from our land, and as I go, other men, women and children will rise to take my place. I hear the firing squad now, and the click of German heels in the surridor of death. It seems strange, but I am not afraid. I am, in reality, a little relieved to leave this world of bloodshed. Here is to ultimate victory ! All for Norge ! MARGARET RITCHIE. The Branksome Slogan 46 OUR BRANKSOME TIE Dots - and dashes, stripes and clashes, Make old school ties look sad. But Branksome ' s proud to lead the crowd. With the ancient Stewart plaid. From east and west come all the best, Fair ones and dark ones, short and tall, To work and stay, to laugh and play, At beloved Branksome Hall. Keep well the road it is our code, And we are proud and glad, To do all we can for our Scottish clan, Branksome and the Stewart plaid. GAIL PUPvDY. Conductor (to an old lady whom he is helping up) : Madam, you should eat yeast. It would help you rise. Old Lady: I can see you don ' t eat it or you would be better bred. Bus Driver: Fare, please. Miss Sime (absent-mindedly) : Je fais, tu fais, il fait . . . We mortals have to sit and swat The fly from dawn to dark; ' Cause Noah didn ' t swat the two That roosted in the ark. ALIBIS When we want to show off a new dress Why don ' t we try to think Of another excuse for Miss Sime Than I ' m sorry, I spilt some ink. Why don ' t we think of a new excuse That will surpass them all : Like Mother had the iron too hot. Or Sis used my kilt for he] ' doll. Or, instead of matching wits with Miss Sime Let ' s act in another way — Let ' s wear our kilts to school, and show The dress on Saturday. BARBARA HEISE. Heard Before Tests Now I lay me down to rest Before I take that awful test; If I should die before I wake Oh, joy I I ' ll have no test to take. Girls when they went out to swim Once dressed like Mother Hubbard. Now they have a diferent whim — They dress more like her cupbard. The stuff that you have just read here Is quite the best that we could do : So if you do not like the jokes You should have handed in a few. unior School 48 The Branksome Slogan Santa s Calling Card ' ' Bang-! — The hall door slammed and echoed through the house. ' ' Hello! is that Mrs. Gilmour? his father had said over the ' phone. Could you look after Bobby for the night please? His mother is ill — Hospital operation — ambulance here now ! — So good of you to look after him, — ril be back the day after tmorrow — Staying all night; So good of ycu to do it. Thank you ever so much ! I ' ve got to run now, good- bye I All this Bobby thought over as he sat huddled up on his bed. Today was Christmas Eve! Christmas away from home? Christmas with Mother ill? Christmas with Mother gone? He sat hunched up on his bed. Oh ! What a miserable Christmas ! He brushed away a stray tear. No! Boys, even eight years old, must never cry! He heaved a sigh, got up, washed his face and hands, brushed his hair mechanically, and decided he looked all right. He heaved another sigli and picked up his over-night bag and sat down and waited for the Gilmo ' urs. That night as Bobby played and admired all Jerry Gilmour ' s toys, or wrestled with the collie, he felt as though he was still huddled up on his bed listening to his father ' s voice on the phone, and then a hurried Kiss and Goodbye , and the slam of a hall door. Bedtime came at last and Bobby found himself in his pyjamas in a room next to Jerry ' s. That night, long after everyone was in bed, Jerry woke up to find Bobby shaking him. Jerry, are you asleep? Yes ! was the reply. Well, wake them up. Don ' t you see, Santa ' s coming tonight, and J haven ' t hung up my stocking. Let ' s go over and hang it up. You haven ' t got a key. Yes I ha ve, I saw your Mother hang it up behind the door. All right then. Had a policeman been on his round that night, he would have thought it a little odd to see two white-clad figures dart around the corner. But I think he was probablj dreaming of Santa Claus, so Bobby succeeded in his mission. The next morning was Christmas and Bobby and Jerry, after a very hurried dressing, with little washing, ran dow n-stairs to open Jerry ' s stocking. After a Hght breakfast, as Bobby was admiring Jerry ' s new toys, and eating plenty of candy, he suddenly remembered his stocking. The Branksome Slogan 49 Jerry! he cried, jumping up, ' My stocking ' Let ' s go and get It now! Hey, said Mr. Gilmour who was reading the morning paper, What ' s all this about? But the boys had already gone. As Bobby opened the living-room door, his heart sank. There hung the stocking. Not big and bulging as he had hoped — NO! Just limp and sagging. Santa Glaus had forgotten him after all! He felt ready to cry — Yet — Jerry, did you see that stocking move? He dug his hand into the stocking and brought to light — a baby mouse! It blinked it ' s eyes. Who woke me up so rudely? Was it youV he seemed to say. Jerry laughed. Isn ' t he cute? Ten minutes later the two burst into Jerry ' s home talking excitedly. Wait a minute! One at a time! said Mr. Gilmour, Find it in your stocking, did you? Fast asleep, was it? Santa must have left it for a calling card ! Can I keep it? asked Bobby. Well now, seeing that Santa gave it to you, I suppose you must! They fixed up a box with some wire netting around it, and some cot ton- wool and rags in a corner of it, and set Baby Mouse there to explore his new home. 50 The Branksome Slogan Just as Bobby was admiring- his new pet the door-bell rang. ' ' Father! cried Bol by, and flung himself into his father ' s arms. The next night, as Mr. Gilmour had prophesied, Santa Claus paid a call on Bo bby, on his way up North. On the following morning as Bobby was playing with all his new presents he said to his father: I ' m glad I went to the Gilmours. Of course, it must have been a bother for Santa Claus to call twice, but of all my new toys I like Santa ' s Calling Card the best of all! ANNE CRUIKSHANK. I am now burning in a big log fire. My trunk is steadily growir.g black, but before I am completely burned I think I have time to tell yo ' U my sfory. I started my life in a big forest in Northern Ontario. I grew up m peace and without a.dventure in these still woods. I did not know the meaning of noise. Birds flew around me and some nestled in my branches in the cold winter days. Many times Jack Frost played hide- and-seek in my branches. Many were the days when wild geese flew The of a Christmas Tree The Branksome Slogan 51 over my head on their southern migration. Before I knew it 1 had grown up. One day I heard a chop, chop, not far away. I soon found out that it was a woodcutter, the man that is so dreaded in the Canadian woods J Another one came after him and I heard them talk of Christmas. What was Christmas? I did not know, but I soon found out — too soon I think. I was chopped down and, ch! how that hurt, and how sorry I was for myself ! I was not sad for long, however, for I was taken to a waiting truck m which were dozens more of my brothers. We were taken to a nearby village and from there to Hamilto ' n by train. The station was cold and dreary. However, it was crowded with people who were going away for their Christmas holidays, and with servicemen coming home from overseas. i was sold to an old man with a kind and wrinkled face and gray iiair. He stuck me firmly in a big pile beside two big firs. Many people came to look at me, old and young alike. Then came a stout looking woman. She looked me over and decided to buy me. Her name was Mrs. Chalmers as I later found out. Mrs. Chalmers tied me onto the back of her car (a lovely blue one) and drove me to her home. There were white, ivy-covered walls and a ..blue door. Jfi£ inside was nice, too, from, what I saw of.it, which, was ' not much! € ' was placed in the living room near a beautiful grand pikno. Suddenly I heard a loud noise, and a minute later I was surrounded bv a group of children, Mrs. Chalmers ' half dozen as she called theffii Later I was decorated. T am quite surQ that I looked very beautiful. I had pretty coloured lights and an ai el on the very highest of my branches. c The days flew by and every day CI Mtmas presents of all shapes and sizes %ere sneaked in and put under m to stay until Christmas niorning. Finally Christmas morning came. The children, still in their pyjamas, danced about the house with glee. Bobby, one of the children, got a baseball set and had already begun to use it. A, warning shout .was heard from his mother, but too late. It had happened! The base- ball hit me with all it ' s force. How frightening! Most of my decorations vv ere broken, so I was taken down to the cellar. There I stood, lonely, gloomy, and heartbroken. There were no more happy, smiling faces, no more bright, cheeiy fii ' es there. A few days later I was taken out to the back-yard and chopped up. Soon it was all over. I was put in the fire and there I am now. I am nearly burnt now, good-bye. ELLEN AVICDOR. 52 The Branksome Slogan THE JUNIOR SCHOOL OPERETTA On Tuesday, the twenty-seventh of March, the Junior School pre- sented an operetta, ' ' The Birthday Pie . The Rythm Band of Grades One and Two played the overture, accompanied at the piano by Miss La Von. The Chief Characters Were: The Pieman Naomi de Langley His Wife Heather Hughes Koppy (the policeman) Anna Por Toto (the clown) Joianne Moore Jack Horner Peggy Webster Simple Simon Anne Cruikshank The King Sally Langford The Rag Dolls Marie Peker, Noreen Philpott Jack-in-the-Box Kay Sinclair Mother Cat Wendy MacLaughlin The Finale was a dance of the Birthday Spirits. Barbara Wiess, the Birthday Child, did a solo dance. The scenery was made by Miss Johnston and her art class. ANNE CRUIKSHANK. THE JUNIOR CLAN CHIEFTAINS AND SUB-CHIEFTAINS Back Row: Gloria Piercie, Diana Walker, Naomi de Langley. Front Row: Daphne Walker, Heather MacPherson, Johanna BroughoM. The Branksome Slogan 53 JUNIOR SPORTS Many different activities make up the sports of the Junior School. There are three clans, the Roibert- son, the Bruce, and the Grant. There are many inter-clan post- ure drives and tournaments throug-hout the year, the winning clan gaining many points. The g-irls who go to games every day in the month win a felt S. This is a green felt S on a black back- ground. The autumn sport is basket- ball, which is played by grades seven and eig ht. A team is chosen from these grades, the girls of which play other schools. The team is made up of Naomi de Langley, Daphne Walker, Heather Mc- Pherson, Diana Walker, Anne Cruikshank, and Joan Gulston. Ann Spence, our Coach, brought us great victories. Jane Drum- mond has also helped the Junior School by org-anizing a volley-ball team. In winter the Juniors go skiing at the Rosedale Golf Club and on the hills nearby. Skating is carried on at the Varsity Arena. Swimming, clock-golf, tennis, baseball, and deck tennis are the summer sports. Some of these are new to the Juniors this year. Tennis tournaments, swimming- meets and Sports Day are three of the main events in the year. DIANA WALKER, GLORIA PIERCY, and NAOMI deLANGLEY. I I I I The Branksome Slogan 57 OPHELEO. To the Branksomites and the staff, who have contributed so much to make this such a successful year for the Opheleo, we wish to extend our sincerest thanks. In every project which we have undertaken, your co-operation has been g-reatly appreciated. During the first term, we collected two hundred dollars to help support the Ramabi Mission in India. The last week in October, Squadron Leader the Reverand Howard W. Guiness spoke to us in our Service of Prayer and Intercession. At Christmas we sent small gifts to the girls in one of the Jewish Missions in the city. The second term miaiked our important drive of the year, when, during the Red Cross Campaign, we were able to donate nine hundred and fifty-three dollars to that organization — four hundred and fifty- three dollars over our objective. The proceeds from our operetta, • ' The Magic Fiddle , did much to make this drive such a success. We sent fifty dollars to support Claribi, our Indian teacher, fifty dollars to the Branksome Hall bed in the Ludhiana Hospital, and fifty dollars to help the education of our new orphan, Shalini, in India. Avantika, to whom we have sent this money for so many years is now a nurse, and no longer needs our assistance. To the Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship, we sent twenty-five dollars to be used in South America. On P ' ebruary the nineteenth. Lady Dobbie, wife of Malta ' s hero. LADY DOBBIE Wife of Lieut. -General Sir William Dobbie 58 The Branksome Slogan General Sir William Dobbie, addressed us in our second Service of Frayer and Intercession. Tlie Fashion Show, in the third term, raised our amount for the Red Cross to one thousand, one hundred and ninety-seven dollars. Each year v e hope to collect at least one hundred dollars at our Straw- berry Festival, which will be held this year on P riday evening, June the eighth. The proceeds from this event will be sent as usual to help underprivileged children during their summer vacation. So far this year Branksomites have invested four hundred and twenty-five dollars in Wai Savings Stamps. On behalf of the executive and committee of the Opheleo, I thank you again for your co-operation with us and your generous ' contribu- tions to help those less fortunate than we. GWEN MILLER. THE CLASS PRESIDENTS Front: Carolyn Massey, Shirley Broiun, Margaret Smythe, Joan Bradburn, Anne James. Back Row: Helen DeNike, Joan Frankel, Nancy Charles, Toni Echlin, Anne Lowndes, Valinda Burruss. The Branksome Slogan 59 BETA KAPPA On behalf of the members of the Beta Kappa, we would like to thank the staff and all the girls for their wonderful co-operation which helped to make this one of our most successful years. Our first festivity was the annual Hallowe ' en Dance, but this year, instead of the usual masquerade, the girls came dressed as book titles. To add to the amusement, an hilarious skit was per- formed by the teachers. In December, the Senior Girls had a dance in Sherbourne House which proved to be a wonderful stomping ground complete with mistletoe, snowmen, and gaily bedecked Christmas trees. The last Friday in January, Miss Read gave her annual dance for third, fourth, and fifth forms, which was acclaimed as a great success. Branksome put ' ' An Accent On Fashion this year under the combined efforts of Opheleo and the Beta Kappa. With the help of Simpson ' s and our twenty-five Branksome models, we collected two hundred and forty-three dollars for the Red Cross. In June, the Spring Festival, and then the Graduation Dance will be the last of our dances. In closing, we would again like to thank all those who did so much to make our work a success. T r T i-k TTv oi-kTDTxn T-rpT? THE BADMINTON TEAM Josephine Williams, Anne White, Dorothy Robinette, Jane Hamilton, Diana Windeuer. GO The Branksome Slogan ' Through the Yea In later years when we look back on the year of 1944-45, one thing- will stand out in our minds as its chief characteristic — that is the over- whelming number of activities which have been open to every Brank- some girl. If we had to choose one adjective to describe the school and each girl in the school, our choice would fall on the word busy. For we have added to our programme of traditional events many others which we hope will soon become traditions themselves. The evidence of all these activities may be found on our bulletin boards, which have been filled every term with notices of sports and entertainments. More than these, however, are to be seen. Every month one clan has had the task of decorating a bulletin board according to the theme of that month, and fierce clan competition has been carried from the the basketball courts right into our halls. As a result the wails have burst into colour and have proved to be eye-catchers which lure everyone nearer to read the announcements. More advertising has been given to the activities by skits which have been written and performed by the girls over our ' ' Branksome From Our Fashion Show The Branksome Slogan 61 Broadcasting- System. ' At times we have had music and singing broad- cast or dramatic stories read ' ' over the mike; l)efore the operetta we had a special annoimcement of it over the air; and who will forget the publicity given to the Red Cross Prisoners of War Drive? One day we heard a thrilling melodrama entitled ' ' Maud ' s Misery , which urged us to contribute to the fund, and Jane Early and Shirley Smith composed and harmonized together a song which gave a professional touch to the oroadcast ! The drama was not confined to these broadcasts alone. Each form presented a stage play of its own and Miss McNeill and Miss Sime again directed the big play of the year — this time an impressive production of ■ ' Jane Eyre. Sally Pitfield, Erica Cruikshank, Jane Ann Rees, Barbara Chisholm, and Virginia Tory headed the cast, every member of which gave a very finished performance. We still hear people discussing this play and we know that it will be long remembered because of its unusual excellence. The operetta, The Magic Fiddle, told in song the life of Paganini. Gwen Miller played the part of the famous violinist and Gwen Arm- strong led the singing. The dances were particularly colourful and Joan Bradburn and Betsy Green almost stole the show as Pierrot and Pierrette. Our Operetta Dancers 62 The Branksome Slogan This last term Branksome chalfeng-ed U.T.S. to a debate which was held here at the school. The resolution was that it would be better if the voting- age in Canada were lowered from twenty-one to eig hteen years and our team defended the negative side so well that a decision was awarded in our favour. Mary Ritchie, Jane Ann Rees, and Erica Cruikshank were our speakers, and they were especially commended by the judges for the work they had given to the preparation of their speeches and the way in which they delivered them. We all thoroughly enjoyed the debate and hope that the boys will be so spurred on by their defeat that they will come back and try again next year. Another successful venture was the annual show in which Brank- some Put An Accent On Fashion. We have never before had such wonderful settings, music, and ramp, and our tv enty-five models showed the latest spring and summer styles to a large audience at both after- noon and evening performances. A total of over two hundred dollars was raised for the Red Cross. Pictured we have Sally Pitfield looking as if she were ready to push off on a bicycle hike. Behind her brave smile she is really wondering if the bicycle wdll fall down when she must leave it on the stage and walk down the ramp! THE FIRST BASKETBALL TEAM Standing: Mary Craig, Jane Drummond, Diana Windeyer, Sally Pitfield, Marjorie Archibald. Front Row: Ruth Alison, Peggy Trow, Mary Ritchie, Ann Spence. (Absent, Louise Park). The Branksome Slogan 63 The Branksome girl ' s night life has been well looked after this year, too. First came tne Hallowe ' en Masquerade to which everyone nad to come disguised as a book title. For example, in order to resemble Oliver Twist, you might have tied bits of string to your clothes and arrived ' ' all over twist. Next, the Senior forms held their gala Christmas Dance over in Sherbourne House, and in January all the girls from Third Form up celebrated at the Branksome At-Home. Gay streamers and murals depicting the life of a Branksomite seven days a week decorated the gym for the big dance of the year, while Alec Ingram ' s orchestra provided the music. Now w e are looking for- ward to our Spring Festival, which is especially planned for the younger girls, and the Graduation Dance which will really be a fare- well party for the graduating class. One of our important events was heralded in a most mysterious manner. For weeks beforehand bold signs appeared in the halls bear- mg the ominous, looking letters ' WATCH OUT! G.P.W. IS COMING. Suspense mounted as the word spread and groups of girls whispered or cast furtive glances over their shoulders in case G.P.W. should be lurking in a corner. One morning, though, a bevy of girls climbed onto the stage and in a song told us thai Good Posture Week had come. All THE VOLLEY BALL TEAM Bark Roio: Mary Barnes, Catherine Catto, Joan Aitken, Mary Craig, Alma Hatcli, Alicia Eager, Diana Windeyer, Salli Sperice. Eront Row: Patricia Gilday, June Berwick, Margaret Smythe, Jane Kedick, Anne James. 64 The Branksome Slogan week we were reminded to stand up straight and on Friday, Mrs. Brov n from Elizaibeth Arden came to talk to us on good grooming and good posture. We have had many other activities at school. There were picnics at the school farm last September, and groups of tap-dancing and modern dancing during the second term. We have added new sports to our already long list of athletics and games — archery, volley ball, and base- ball are three of the most popular. The number of girls taking part in these varied activities is always increasing. The enthusiasm is con- tagious. Thus we can truly say that Branksome has never had a busier year. Our hope for next year is that the girls will have as much fun being busy, as we have had. MARY ALICE BURTON. Sports Parade — May 1944 to May 1945 Activity has been the key- note on our Branksome calendar for 1944-45. Not since the gay 90 ' s when the prim students of our Alma Mater ventured forth in ankle length skirts to introduce the daring game of basketball into their limited repertoire, has there been so much enthusiasm and that ' ' get up and at ' em spirit in the school. We must remember that raised eye brows do not meet us every time our skirts creep above our knees, and with this in mind we find that there are innumer- able opportunities for our pro- gramme of sports to expand. Arch- ery, hockey, volley ball; clock golf, soft ball, croquet have been added to our old standbyS ' — skating, skiing, swimming, tennis, badminton, and bowling. With such variety, every girl has a chance to take part in any kind of activity, whether a rowdy game of basketball or a quiet round of croquet. To encourage the participation of each student, a worthy goal has been set, and those whose ambition leads them to mighty acts will find they are well rewarded at the end of the year. For each activity at- tended a certain number of points are acquired and if, in June the total is 200, the lucky and deserv- ing girl finds herself the owner of a Junior Letter ; if however, she finds she has managed to scramble up 600 points she gets her Senior Letter, which wdll probably be framed and hung in the trophy room.. This is the first year that this scheme has been used in school, and Miss Graham, who used as much energy in planning it, as we did in working for it, deserves a vote of thanks from the entire school. Due to her untiring The Branksome Slogan 65 patience, we have learned not to shoot arrows through our arms in archery, and to make up to ten home runs in soft bail games. Thank you, Miss Graham, for a memorable year of sports at B.H,S. ANN SPENCE. BASKETBALL Basketball was our feature sport during September and October, and to the tune of Mrs. Elliot our coach, shouting Get that re- bound, the first and second teams strenuously practiced until they were ' ' getting that rebound both awake and asleep. In spite of the fact that the teams did not win many of the inter-school games, they had fine players. (In basket- ball, we say it is the spirit not the score that counts.) The majority of the girls were third and fourth formers, and next year, they should work out to be a good team. In fact when the present seedy fifth formers leave, a bright sparkling team will be left ready Three Cheers! to win every game they play in the 1945-46 season. As well as inter-school games we had both inter-form and inter- clan matches. Fourth form won the honours in the Form Competi- tion and the Macalpines in the Inter-clan. First Team Forwards — S. Pitfield, J. Drummond, L. Park, M. Craig, D. Windeyer. Guards — M. Archibald, A. Spence, P. Trow, M. Ritchie, R. Alison. Second Team Forwards — A. James, A. Hargraft, P. Gilday, M. Smythe, E. Cruickshank. Guards — P. Marlow, S. Spence, K. Shields, C. Catto, A Blake. SKATING Again this year the school was fortunate in being able to skate at Varsity Arena on Monday and Friday afternoons. February 8th, was one of our red letter days, for the clans held an ice meet in hon- 66 The Branksome Slogan our of Lady Dobbie, who was a very gracious guest of Miss Read ' s. To the strains of the Scottish bag- pipes, Lady Dobbie pinned the rib- bons on the chieftain of the Scott ' s, who won the honors of the day with 16 points, and on the chief- tains of the Douglas and Ross, wlio tied for second place. The ice enthusiasts, who enjoyed getting bumped around for no other good reason than for a small, insignifcant puck, had their fling during the last 15 minutes of each skating afternoon. At the end cf the season, they seemed to scramble about as much as ever. However, with a little practice, who knows — we may discover another Frank McCool. SWIMMING We are very proud of our swim- ming pool since its recent facial. It seems to have a good effect, for more swimmers than ever have been down in the afternoon skill- fully displaying their fish-like qualities, and securing helpful hints from our favourite mermaid. Miss Smith. In addition to instruction in div- ing and style swimming, there are large Intermediate, Bronze, and Silver Life Saving classes. For the past few years there have been no Royal Life Saving tests in the school, but they have been so popu- lar this year that we hope they will be continued in the future. THE SWIMMING TEAM Alison Zimmerman, Marion Dugdale, Madeleine Windeyer, Jane Capon, Jean Robertson (Absent, Gloria Lyons). The Branksome Slogan 67 On April 20th we had a clan swimming- meet, and with loud splashing and shouting the Camp- bells swam their way to victory with 61 points. Douglas were second with 40 points, and Mac- Lean third with 35. The annual inter-school meet was held again at Bishop Strac- han ' s on January 25th. M. Wind- eyer, A. Zimmerman, M. Dugdale, G. Lyons, J. Capon, and J. Roibert- son, swam for Branksome. St. Clement ' s was first, B.S.S. second, Havergal third, B.H.S. fourth and Moulton fifth. The refreshments were delicious. TENNIS A definite mark has been left by our recent English guests in that we now consider tennis as ome of our most important sports. xAl- though not many of our English friends are in the school now, ten- nis continues to attract just as many enthusiasts. Canadians are fast equalling the skill of the Eng- lish as our 1944 Singles Champion, E. Busk, and our Doubles Champs, M. Barnes and E. Busk, proved. We will be sending a team to Hav- ergal to represent us in the com- ing inter-school meet. BADMINTON AND BOWLING During the winter term, when we were not skating, we were busy carrying on a heated inter-clan badminton and bowling competi- tion at St. PiauFs. Maclean won the bowling, and Campbell and Macgregor placed second and third respectively. Branksome played hostess again to Havergal, Bishop Strachan, St. Clement ' s, and Moulton at an inter- school badminton meet. J. Wil- liams, D. Windeyer, D. Robinette, A. White, J. Hamilton represented the school. They were members of the Macalpines, who came first in the singles, and MacLean, who won the doubles. VOLLEY BALL AND ARCHERY These two new sports in the school rank high in our list of favourites. The volley ball match with Havergal which we w on, boosted our moral considerably and we hope next year we can hiave a regular inter-school competition. The Sherbourne lawn has turned into Sherwood Forest with Robin Hood and his merry band carrying 68 The Branksome Slogan on target practice two or three afternoons a week. We ' re glad the range is spacious and tha,t we have a good supply of arrows. THE FELLOWSHIP The Inter-School-Christian-Fel- lowship group can be numbered among Branksome ' s more serious activities. Weekly meetings, such as those which v e hold after school at Number 16 Elm, take place in many of the schools throughout Canada. The number of girls at- tending take part in the further study of the Bible, and these stud- ies include discussions, prayer meetings, and quizzes. Occasion- ally we have speakers and some of the interesting ones that we have had this year are: Miss Edith M. Read, Mr. R. Munroe, Dr. Howard Guinness, Mr. A. Chisholm, and Dr. A. Wilson. Next year we hope that you will join us in our Chris- tian Fellowship meetings. JUDY MILLER, President. . THE END The Branksome Slogan 69 ALUMNAE The Branksome Hall Almunae Association have had three execu- tive meetings this year and, as their money making- effort, held an Opportunity Sale in November. This proved most suocessful. The regular sewing meetings have been held every Monday and a surpris- ing amount of work has been accomplished. Daisy Robertson Gall is our very efficient sewing convenor, to whom belongs a great deal of credit for the work done. Miss Read ' s annual dinner for the Alumnae and Graduating Class was held Saturday evening, May twelfth, when three hundred were present. Miss Read addressed the girls and Margaret Aitken gave a most interesting and inspiring talk on her work as a newspaper reporter, telling of the Imperial Conference and the two in Quebec which she covered . Gladys Simpson Brown moved a vote of thanks to Margaret. A short business meeting was held with the President, Laura Stone Bradfield, in the chair. Donalda Macleod read the names of the new officers and also thanked Laura Bradfield, the retiring President, for the fine piece of work accomplished during her term of office. The following officers were elected for 1945-46: — Honourary President, Miss Read; President, Gladys Simpson Brown; First Vice- President, Grace Morris Craig; Second Vice-President, Jean Plaunt; Secretary, Delphine Burr Keens; Treasurer, Rhoda McArthur; Scholarship Treasurer, Jean Morton; Sewing Convenor, Daisy Robert- son Gall; Social Convenor, Endicott Johnston McKinnon; Slogan Rep- resentative, Ainslie McMichael. Committee: — Laura Stone Bradfield, Joan Peat, Alix Wood McCart, Joanne Edmonds, Isobel Coulthard, Diana Griffith. Mr. A. J. Stewart was good enough to show the coloured movies he took of the school Garden Party last June, featuring the Graduating Class, and also the visit of their Majesties to Toronto, which brought another delightful reunion to a close. JEAN RANKIN CAMPBELL Secretary. 70 The Branksome Slogan Personals Miss Read went to the Pacific coast in April. The Vancouver branch of the B.H.A.A. gave a dinner in her honour on the seventeenth of that month at the Shaughnessy Golf Club. Among those present were Margery Busteed, who was largely responsible for the success of the evening. Grace McGaw, Mary Macdonald Nicholson, Louise Spencer Newbury, Dorothy Parsons Cassels, Mary Beth Des Brisay Marler, Joy Ferguson, Mary Walker Beggs, Virginia Birmingham Newson, Jean Ross, Mary Brown Falconer, Isabel Campbell Rogers, Virginia Lefurgey Lampman, Margaret Riggs Gourley, -Ethel Jack- son Wallace, Mary Waldie MacGregor, Marion Greer, Betty Gordon Merritt, Mary McLean Stewar t, Peggy Gerrard, Mary Woodward, Nancy Rendell, Mabel Murphy Arthur, Anna Greig, Elsie Taylor Baird, Isabel Thomas Day, Nancy Wright Shaw, Marjorie Taaffe Nichol- son, Sharmian Richardson Murray, Edith Mason Sawers, Marion Coote, Patricia Walker Ramsay, Phyllis Murchison Townsley, and Catherine Bryans Fallis. In a letter sent to Toronto one of the girls said : — ' It was a great day for Branksome old girls in Vancouver when we all sat down to dinner with our Miss Read. To call her anything else but Miss Read seemed unfamiliar to us although we are all very proud of her LL.D. She is truly a remarkable person and seems to have just as much vi- tality, imagination and awareness as she had some thirty odd years ago when I knew her last. She came, and saw and conquered us again. Miss Read also saw Irlma Kennedy Jackson, Phyllis Hanley Scan- drett and Irene Hyams. Irene is in training at St. Paul ' s Hospital, Joy Ferguson is doing work in connection with the War Loan, Peggy Gerard and Jean Ross are in one of the Women ' s Services, Nancy Rendell, has been in Toronto all winter taking the Physiotherapy Course at Varsity, Grace McGaw has to do with the women employ- ees at the Burrard Dry Dock Co., Mary Woodward and Patricia Rogers are attending the University of British Columbia, as to Mar- ion Coote she puts Marco Polo in the shade, since she left Branksome her travels have taken her to every quarter of the globe. She plans to go to New York this autumn as she is interested in some very new method of creating synthetic body parts for war casualty cases being developed in that city. The Branksome Slogan 71 In Calgary the Principal saw Pat Stockton, Charlotte Ward Hardyment, Audrey McDonald, Lucille Dixon and Mary Barker, also Miss Shand who is Principal of St. Hilda ' s School in that city. Pat is on the staff of a newspaper, ' The Albertan and Lucille has a position in the Royal Bank. Jacqueline Porteous ' mother very kindly arranged a tea party at her home in Winnipeg which gave the B. H. Alumnae in that town an opportunity of seeing Miss Read. Among those present were: — Patricia Gibbons Guy, Barbara Munro, Kathleen Burrows Lightcap, Adelaide Woodman Gyles, Marjorie Hazelwood, Dorothy Adams Rowland, Margaret Hamilton, Ruth Chapman England, Alex Dagg Lee, Elizabeth Ann McKellar Thompson, Kay Everett, Marjorie Eraser, Mary Walker Ryan, Margaret Kilgour Cameron, Edith Anderson Joyce, Agnes Baird, Alice Reynolds Campbell, and Constance Craw- ford Brown. Isabel Earl, Althea McCoy, Noreen Emory, Cherry MacGregor, Meribeth Stobie and Hazel Parry have just finished their first year at McGill from which college Patricia McColl graduated May 1944 and from which Christine Dendy graduated this May, having taken the Physical Education course. Ellen Fleming is at Cornell and Dorothy Gaebelin is doing honour grade work at Barnard College, Columbia University. Shirley Brown, Mary Sloan and Frances Casselman are at Queen ' s. Shirley took the part of Maria in ' Twelfth Night which the Queen ' s Dramatic Society produced in February. In the critisism of the play the Queen ' s Journal said: — ' ' Shirley Brown was crisp, efficient and enjoyable — with the role of Maria required. And the Kingston daily paper ' s comment was: — Shirley Brown as Maria was excellent. Her expression and her gestures, even when she was not taking an active part in the play, added much to the per- formance. Gloria Fisher won two scholarships, the Edward Blake in French and Latin and the Class of 1915 Scholarship, and Patricia Stewart captured the Moses Henry Aikens Scholarship, both girls are at the Toronto University. Patricia Hobbs, Elizabeth Coulthard, Sonia Skinner, Anne Law, Elizabeth Shirriff, Ann Nicholls, Alaine Jack- son, and Thelma Kerr graduated this year from this same institution and Phyllis Robinson obtained her B.A. in June 1944. Joy Mackinnon is registered in Medicine at Toronto and Jean Horwil is studying to be a doctor in the University of Edinburgh. Among those who have just finished their first year at Toronto University 72 The Branksome Slogan are Zelda Friedman, Mary Winstoin, Dorothy Mansell, Joan Cameron, Mary Joyce Phelan, Flavia Elliott and Frances Colter. Patricia Grant, who is in her third year in the Modern Language Course, is treasurer of Pi Beta Phi. Nancy Bash received the degree of Master of Nursing from the School of Nursing, Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio. Joan Archibald, who graduated from the United Church Train- ing School in May, obtained the General Proficiency prize- Sybilla Johnston is studying at the Ontario College of Art. Leonore Kinghorn is attending Parson ' s School of Design, New York City, and Marion Cardy is at the Traphagen School of Fashion and Design in this same city. Henryetta Edwards is studying at a dra- matic school in England. Rosamma Parbury is taking the course at the Froebel Training College, London. Donalda Macleod was appointed asssistant commandant, food administration section, Toronto detachment, Canadian Red Cross in October 1944. Marjorie Baird is with the Victorian Order of Nurses, Victoria, B. C. Phyllis Holden is on the dietary staff of the Toronto General Hospital and Phyllis West Sutherland is dietitian at the New Glasgow hospital. Elynor Cobb and Lois Sutton are taking the lab- oratory technician course at the Montreal General. Gwynneth Sin- clair read a paper at the Technicians ' Convention held in London, Ont., in May. Patricia Bell Irving is in training at the Royal Jubilee Hospital, Victoria, and Helen Russell is a pupil nurse at the hospital in Chatham. Rachel Walton is in training in an Edinburgh hospital. Lorna McFadgen has charge of the psychology department at Scar- boro ' Hall, the recently established centre for shell shocked soldiers. Euphemia Walker has been in Italy for the last two years with the Canadian Red Cross and Eleanor Lyle is in England with the same organization. Alison Carpenter Brown is overseas with the R.C.A.MjC. Peggy Phair sailed for England in November with the Red Cross Transport. Shirle Milner is an occupational therapist at Camp Borden and Helen Shearme is a nursing sister in this camp. Louise McLaughlin is at a military hospital in Huntingdon, P. Q., a V.A.D., she was one of the nine chosen from all over the Dominion for wotrk in the hospital. Nancy Watson is a physiotherapist at Chorley Park. Mary Nelson is in training at the Women ' s College Hospital. Online Mclntyre Stewart is a clerical assistant with the U.S. Civil Service Commission, and Daphne Hodgson has a position in the Inter- national Labour Office, Montreal. Joy Barnes Latimer is the sec- retary of Camp Tanamakoon. Marjorie Ann Sims is at the The Branksome Slogan 73 British Embassy, Washington, and Gwen De Mont, and Marion Bell are also doing secretarial work in the U.S. capital. Ruth Stockdale is the housekeeper for the Mothercraft Society home. Joanne Edmonds is with the claims department of the Confeder- ation Life Co., and Dorothy Watson is secretary at the head office of the Women ' s Bakery. Helen Franks and Helen Patterson are wih the Bell Telephone Co., Betty Gregg is with the Department of Labour, Parliament Bldgs., Toronto, and Margery Dodds is in the circulation department of McLean ' s magazine. Betty Greenslade has a position with the Crown Life, Margaret McCullouch is with the British Amer- ican Oil Co., Brampton, while Jeanne Murray is secretary in a whole- sale firm in Sackville, N.B. Isabel Grant is with the Archer Coal Depot, Port-of-Spain, Trinidad. Catherine Lukes is now living in Toronto and has a position in the Canadian Bank of Commerce. Frances Smith Zuill is Vice President of the Junior League, Bermuda, Chairman of the Welfare Society and Secretary of the Warwick Academy Home and School Club of which Margaret Morton Lightbourne is President. Cynthia Cooper is at school in Boston ; Eleanor Whitman Rathkins is teaching at Halifax Ladies ' College. Mary Hendrie Gumming is chairman of the Canadian Y.W.C.A., England. Elizabeth Busk is a laboratory assistant in the chemical inspection deprtment. Ministry of Supply in the Empire ' s capital and Mary Northcote is driving an ambulance. Pamela Church plans to study Agriculture at an English college this autumn. The following are Wrens : — Barbara Drew Brook now in Victoria, B.C.; Mary Higginbottom, Ruth Beynon, Sarah Symons and Elizabeth Hearn stationed at H.M.C.S. ' ' Stadacona ; Primula Eshelby in England; Pam Conran-Smith in India; and Elizabeth Gumming in the Orkney Islands. Virginia Henderson is also in the Navy. Mona Miller Tomalin retired from the C.W.A.C. in May with the rank of Major. For the past year she has been commandant at St. Anne de Bellevue, P.Q. Marilyn Heintzman is also in the army and Joan Romeyn in the air force. Alison King Wooster is living in Banff, and Lennie Macdonald Price and Kathleen Hair McBean in Winnipeg. Joan Franks Mac- donald is making her home in Hampton, N.B., and Katherine Lea 74 The Branksome Slogan McLean is, for the present, in Montreal. Ruth Henderson Radcliff is sojourning in Victoria, B. C. Helen Taylor Manning is in Seattle. Jean Stirling is making her home in Niagara Falls, Ontario, while Nancy Sparks Blower is in Bloomfield. Marion Lumbers Gibson and Jane Lumbers McCrimmon have returned to Toronto from Halifax and Winnipeg. Isabel Lindsay Irwin is living in Pittsburg, and Betty Fraser Barton is domiciled in Medicine Hat. Margaret Essery Butler spent a week in Guatemala in April en route to her new home in Peru. Camilla Eaton Gage is living in Twin Bridges, Montana. She was written up in a Chicago newspaper some months ago because of her interesting activities. It seems that Camilla is looking aftr her own mining properties and is spoken of as the only woman operator in the mining business. She is also described as the one man Chamber of Commerce of Madison County. Kathleen Eaton Cannell, formerly fash- ion editor of the New York Times, was in Paris when it was invaded and was held by the Nazis. She returned to the States on the Grips- holm a year ago and has written articles and given talks re conditions in Paris and, when last we heard of her, was writing a book. Judith Kelly English ' s book ' ' Marriage Is a Private Affair was screened last winter with lovely Lana Turner in the role of the heroine. Mabel Clark Drew Brook is one of the Vice Presidents of the Rosedale Home and School Association, and Helen Lawson Bongard is chairman of the women ' s division of the United Welfare Chest. Nora Conklin Skitch is soloist at Knox Presbyterian Church, Toronto. Wilhelmina Maclean Howard gave a song recital in Eaton ' s Auditorium last January. The home of Marjorie Walker Bechelloni who lives in Chuissi, Italy, was confiscated and used as General Headquarters by the Ger- mans during their occupation of that country. She and her two sons, aged four and six years, were forced to live in a cellar. Nora Eaton van der Stricht ' s husband was awarded the Legion of Honour and the Croix de Guerre by General de Gaulle. Two wedding announcements inadvertently left out of the list of marriages are those of Isabel Waite to Raymond E. Dunster, August twelfth, and Barbara Ann Boland to Lawrence Hynes which took place m September. Kathleen Weber, now Mrs. W. J. Payne, was married The Branksome Slogan 75 July 25th 1940 and her son was born December 31st., 1943. Marjorie Ann McKellar married Duane Thompson, a major in the U.S. Air Force in April 1943, she was, for a time, living in Colorado. Barbara, daughter of Grace Grindley Grier who lives in Montreal, was married April seventh to Robert E. D. Tyre; Edith Greer Plaggemeyer ' s daughter, Betty, was a bridesmaid. Jean Mickleborough King ' s daughter, Sally, married Wm. Robert Burbank, May twelfth. In the residence are the daughters of Grace Campbell Glenn, Ray Gordon O ' Reilly and Isabel Watt Osbourne. In the day school are the children of Daphne Boone Sams, Joan Knowlton Ayers, Amy McLean Stewart, Dorothy Pattison Forsythe, Jacqueline Sinclair Black- well, and Joan Hannay Ross. Stella Fleming Mackenzie and Jean Harris Home send nieces, and Helen Richardson Searns contributes another daughter. Among the ' ' Old Girls who visited the school are: — Rosalind Morley MacEwen, Catherine McBurney Baker Carr, Margaret Morton Lightbourne, Audrey Baker, Margareft Hamilton, Joan Adams and Nancy Marlow. Joan was on leave from Halifax before taking up her duties in Newfoundland and Nancy was en route from Halifax to Prince Rupert, B.C., both are Wrens. Marriages 1944 Barbara Elliott to W. Struan Robertson, May 17th. Patricia Whittall to Geoffrey M. Weeks, May 22nd. Betty Smith, to Gordon D. Tiller, May 23rd. Margaret Kent McKelvey to G. Bradford Heintzman, May 27th. Phyllis West to Donald Sutherland, May 27th. Margaret McCarter Treloar to Richard J. Shannon, June 3rd. Margaret Harrison to Raymond H. C. Cross, June 14th. Jane Morgan to Douglas J. Brooker, June 17th. Mary Percy to Robert J. Wunker, June 17th. Mary Wilder to Ian B. Macdonald, June 24th. Marcia Fowler to Montague H. Moore, June 24th. Billie Scott to Frank L. Lawson, June 24th. June Whyte to Arthur M. Jarvis, June 28th. Gracia Bullen to Wm. Jas. Potter, July 1st. Ellen West to Jas. Ross Ayer, July 13th. Janice Watt to Allan D. Kneale, August 5th. Jean Gordon to Donald H. Kent, August 11th. 76 The Branksome Slogan Sheila Sprag-ue to Nicholas McN. Roiberts, Sepitember 12th. Phyllis Hanley to J. H. H. Scandrett, September 15th. Doroithy Boughton to George McL. Mcintosh, September 23rd. Beatrice Bullen to Murray Winchester Gordon, September 26th. Mary Clair Hele to R. Eraser Mcl ' avish, October 7th. Bernice Andrews Bickford to James Martin, October 14th. Eleanor Henderson to Kazimierz J. Twardouski, October 14th. Shirley Roiss to W. L. Goldsmith, October. Helen Hendry to Gerald E. Creig-hton, October 28th. Joan Butler to Ralph Bradley, November 4th. Catherine Vanderburgh to John N. Ramsay, November 4th. Mary Young- to John L. McQuarrie, November 24th. Lois Rapley to John Rhys Floiid, December 16th. Adria Gobat to Loren G. Snarr, December 21st. Helen McAulay McGourik to H. Gordon Wright, December 30th. Alison Carpenter to Thornton K. Brown, December 30th. 1945 Dorothy Robertson to Wm. B. Trimble, January 6th. Elizabeth McKechnie to Arthur A. Ridler, January 19th. Shirley Shoebottom to Graham C. Gibb, January 30th. Beth Nelson to John D. Eraser, January 30th. Barbara Wookey to Alex. H. Davidson, Eebruary 3rd. Betty Russell to Bjarne Anderson, Eebruary 23rd. Helen Holmes to Paul V. Gadban, Eebruary 27th. Zillah Caudwell to David A. Macfarlane, March 10th. Dorothy Lyall to Thomas Purkis, March 14th. Margaret Buller to Arthur S. Rendell, March 24th. Bey Boyd to R. Bruce Henderson, April 20th. Christine Auld to Eorbes B. West, April 21st. Births 1944 Virginia Piers Einch Noyes, a daughter. May 10th. Ruth Rutherford Kinnear, a son. May 22nd. Marion Ellsworth Rowan, a son, May 25th. Roma Wessells Moffatt, a son, May. Margaret Boughton Mannix, a daughter, June 3rd. The Branksome Slogan Jean Boyd Smith, a daughter, June 11th. Margaret Davison Lothrop, tv in sons, June 21st. Cynthia Copping Crookston, a daughter, July 1st. Margaret Henderson Corrigan ,a daughter, July 5th. Rowena Harris Bond, a son, July 10th. Nona Stewart Scott, a daughter, July 11th. Jane Bastedo Dawson, a son, July 11th. Margaret Faimer Waugh, a daughter and a son, July 12th. Suzette Livingston Montgomery, a son, July 28th. Janet Brown Rumble, a daughter, August. Mary Walker Beggs, a daughter, August. Hazel Wilkinson Barrett, a son, August 10th. Mona Le Gallais French, a daughter, September 6th. Nanette Walker Whitehead, a daughter, September 7th. Jane Aitken Gordo-n, a son, September 13th. Clare Keachie McDougall, a son, September 18th. Biarbara Baird Medland, a son, September 18th. Lois Plant Barron, a daughter, September 22nd. Edith Kirk Forsythe, a daughter, September 26th. Mary Clare Moss, a son, October 1st. Catherine Bryans FalHs, a daughter, October 11th. Marjorie Stapells McQuigge, a son, October 11th. Virginia Gundy Whiteley, a son, October 12th. Frances Read Simth, a son, October 18th. Nancy Macleod Baker, a son, October 23rd. Kathryn Gooderham Donaldson, a daughter, October 25th. Dorothy Trano Stoneham, a son, October 27th. Gretchen Gray Bedford Jones, a daughter, November 2nd. Helen Stevens Nixon, a son, November 6th. Jean Robertson Carruthers, a son, November 8th. Peggy McCordick Corbett, a daughter, November 10th. Elaine Enderby Fallows, a daughter, Novembef 12th. Jeanette, Mc Vicar Vila, a son, November 26th. Joy Forsyth Ellis, a son, December 5th. Betty Hagmeier MacCarthy, a daughter, December 7th. Barbara Coleman Astley, a son, December 8th. Sheila Lee McGillivray, a son, December 9th. Audrey Banks Morgan, a daughter, December 15th. Margaret Patterson Carson, a daughter, December 17th. Eunice Plant McCullough, a daughter, December 22nd. Catherine ' Matthews Cooper, a son, December 29th, 78 The Branksome Slogan 1945 Virg inia Edwards Lothrop, a son, Januarj 1st. Marion McLaren Armstrong, a daughter, January 8th. Margaret McKay Little, a daughter, January 8th. Jocelyn Boone McPhedran, a son, January 8th. Betty Davison Morlock, a daughter, January 19th. Audrey Levy Jones, a son, January 23rd. Elizabeth Young MacKinnon, a daughter, January 31st. Jane Lumbers McCrimmon, a daughter, February 9th. Katharine Lea McLean, a daughter, February 14th. Margaret Steele Blake, a daughter, February 17th. Millicent Boyd Roibson, a son, February 20th. Elizabeth Brydon Dickson, a son, March 1st. Lois Walker Mark, a daughter, March 11th. Ruth Hindmarsh Folland, a daughter, March 11th. Erma Black Gilmour, a daughter, March 28th. Mary Ruth Austin Macdonald, a son, April 10th. Marion Breay Beale, a son, April 18th. Inex Ante Bushnell, a son, April 28th. Norma Gagnon Taylor, a son, April 28th. Deaths 1944 Norman D. Mackay, husband of Marion Watson Mackay, July 5th. J. Fbrbes Morlock, husband of Betty Davison Morlock, July 15th. Roy R. Clark, husband of Ellenor Lackie Clark, September 26th. James Pitman, husband of Theodosia Burr Pitman, September. Richard, son of Phyllis Pattison Caldwell, November 14th. Dudley Morine Garrett, son of Audrey Morine Garrett, November 28th. Frederick Geo. McLaren, husband of Elizabeth Trees McLaren, De- cember. Wm. Caven Knowlson, son of the late Ruth Caven Knov lson, December. 1945 Hedley Shaw, husband of Jean Wilkinson Shaw, February. Robt. A. Haywood, husband of Catherine Wilks Haywood, March 13th. The Branksome Slogan 79 STAFF BIRTHS The Honourable Mr. Justice and Mrs. Keiller Mackay (Miss Katharine MacLeod), a son, May 1st, 1944. Mr. and Mrs. Thos. Keble (Miss Helen Ragot), a son, October 11th, 1944. Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Moorehouse (Miss Esmonde de Witt), a daughter, January 18th, 1945. Mr. and Mrs. Crawford E. Carney (Miss Avis Anderson), a daughter, April 13th, 1945. MARRIAGES Miss Charlotte Coombs to Lieut. David C. Hawley, U.S. Army, June 14th, 1944. Miss G. L. McLean to Sergent Giles F . Carson, January 18th, 1945. DEATHS Miss Edith Hugh, January 4th, 1945. 3n iHemonam Margaret Kennedy Mackey, August 2nd, 1944. Maisie Reid Humphrey, August 6th, 1944. Marion Wilson Tillinghast, August 6th, 1944. Helen Burns Drynan, September 28th, 1944. Myrtle McCannell Taylor, December 16th, 1944. Grace Ponton Hargraft, December 27th, 1944. Hetty McGaw Scott, December, 1944. The Branksome Slogan COLLEGIATE CLUB 1945-46 c4u tog rapk 82 The Branksome Slogan c4u tog raph 84 The Branksome Slogan 85 COMPLEXION AKE MAKE-UP on Smooth it on in a few seconds — you ' ll be thrilled at the transformation ! Complexion Cake helps conceal tiny blemishes, gives your skin the flawless radiance of natural beauty. Stays on hours longer, does not dry the skin. And you ' ll be delighted with it ' s purse-size plastic case. 4 Alluring Shades Rachel Naturelle Peach Clow Miami Tan ' FOR A LOVELIER YOU By the Makers of Clifton Petals I f t o n S5-44 c L I m I € D T O R o n T o Compliments of A Friend 86 The Branksome Slogan When You Want GOOD MILK HAVE BORDEN ' S SERVE you THE BORDEN CO. LTD. 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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 The Branksome Slogan 91 Here I am — so what? So this: I ' m not just a duck in a pot. I ' m an IDEA . . . the vital spark that galvanizes good layout, artwork, engravings and copy into attention-getting, result-producing action. For this combination call BAKER RSHDOlUn UmiTED AVERLEY 34S3 (D 46 JARVIS ST TORONTO ARTISTS • ENGRAVERS • ELECTROTYPERS ♦ PHOTOGRAPHERS The Branksome Slogan 93 Plenty of Small Tables Mean Extra Comfort and Convenience For Your Guests SOME people like to have a smiall table for every large upholstered chair in the living ' -room. We have an interesting assortment of end tables, coffee tables, lamp tables, nests of tables and drop-leaf tables. These are in traditional styles and modern designs. A wide range of prices. Jm Founded 1866 FURNITURE CO. LIMITED BAYVIEW at MILLWOOD Main Store and Offices; QUEEN AT BATHURST DANFORTH at WOODBINE Toronto — London — St. Catharines — Niagara Falls — Brant ford 94 The Branksome Slogan IF ITS PRINTING YOU DESIRE .... WE CAN DO IT! Our craftsmen are skilled and our service unexcelled, PUBLICATIONS CATALOGUES FOLDERS PROGRAMMES CIRCULARS, Etc. he TTldcoomb PUBLISHinq COMPATig LTD. TOROTITO 3S4-370 Richmond St. UJest - EL. 1216-7 The Brankfome Slogan 95 COMPETENT WORKMEN ACCURATE DETAIL DEPENDABLE DELIVERY NORRIS IRON WORKS HA. 5726 818 EASTERN AVE., TORONTO SHOP AT 9 Neckwear • Handbags • Gloves • Hosiery • Lingerie © Blouses • Sweaters e Skirts FOR SMART ACCESSORIES AND SPORTSWEAR AT MODERATE PRICES EVANGELINE SHOPS • Sportswear 6 STORES IN TORONTO LONDON :: OTTAWA ;: HAMILTON :: ST. CATHARINES :: GUELPH 96 The Branksome Slogan WONDER BREAD and CAKE i Baked by WONDER BAKERIES LIMITED 183 DOVERCOURT RD., TORONTO 3 LO. 1192 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 97 ENQUIRIES INVITED CUPS AND TROPHIES SPORTS PRIZES MEDALS AND PLAQUES COLLEGE AND CLASS PINS RINGS, LAPEL BUTTONS DANCE FAVORS, ETC. BIRKS - ELLIS - RYRIE Jeivellers - Silversmiths Yonge at Temperance TORONTO 98 The Branksome Slogan ST. ANDREW ' S COLLEGE AURORA, ONTARIO boarding school for boys 0 With its mcdern buildiius mid ll ' J acies of unsurpassed prrouinds, St. Andrew ' s Colleue oilers unusual facilities. Excellent, sympathetic tuition for boys ten years and over ; sound preparation for university, includinj; honour matriculation. Carefully supervised athletics and recreation, for fullest development of character and body. Chapel — gymnasium — swimminp:-pool — dramatics — music — cadet corps. For prospectus, covering activitie s and fees and book of views, please write to the headmaster: J. C. Garrett, M.A, ! 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 — PRIVATE ROAD FROM STABLE TO RAVINE SPECIAL ATTENTION TO COLLEGE STUDENTS — O — Riding and Driving Taught by Competent Instructors Saddle Horse Training a Specialty The Branksome Slogan 99 THE SHAW WAY TO A BUSINESS CAREER Send for this FREE Book Position — Salary —Success When you have graduated or finished your High School Course — what will you do? What will you plan to be? Consider a business career. Canada will need increasingly more business executives — and the better trained you are the better your fitness to seize opportunities. We invite you to enquire (without obligation) about the various SHAW courses in Business Training. There are 12 SHAW Schools in Toronto. Shaw Courses lead to recognized standing. Shaw Model Ofl ce gives actual experience. Shaw Employment Bureau gives free assistance to graduates. Here 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 wi:h the Times to SHAW SCHOOLS— Head Office, 1130 Bay St., Toronto. KI.3165 SHAW BUSINESS SCHOOLS cSUL ' . ROSEDALE BRANCH N. J. O ' FLYNN, Manager Saving for ' VICTORY and PEACE Canada ' s war effort makes it necessary for everyone to i 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 100 The Branksome Slogan Quality is the H.R. tradition , . . and H.R. Qualtty costs no more! HOLT RENFREW YONGE AT ADELAIDE COMPLIMENTS OF The Branksome Slogan 101 Carnahan ' s Prescription Specialists FINE PERFUMES AND COSMETICS Expert Photo Finishing- Main Store: 741 YONGE ST., TORONTO (at Bloor) KIngsdale 1197 Branch Store: 2066 YONGE ST.,TORONTO (Cor. Lola Rd.) HYland 1145 Counsellors in Real Estate Matters . . . Apart from conducting our usual functions as Real Estate Agents, Property Managers, Appraisers and Mortgage Loan Brokers, we serve many clients as Expert Counsel in Real Estate matters. Solicitors and executives of Trust Companies, com- mercial and industrial firms, and public bodies con- tinuously call upon us for advice in solving problems beyond the range of their individual practice. From our comprehensive experience throughout Canada we invariably find a solution to the problems that is equitable and therefore satisfactory to all concerned. We invite consultatio7i ivhen the need arises. W. H. BOSLEY CO. Toronto 1. 28 ADELAIDE ST. WEST WA. 1031 102 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 IllllllLL lillllll C % SERVING TORONTO WMM DISTRIBUTORS OF 350 BAY STREET DUSTLE55 DELIVERY ELGIN 5Z0I DAY OR NIOHT The Branksome Slogan 103 Our Century of accumulated experience is at the service of every Bride in or cut of Toronto. Let us help you plan Your Wedding. George COLES Limited 719 YONGE STREET RA. 1163 1 UPTOWN NUT HOUSE Nuts from All Parts of the World FRESHLY ROASTED and BUTTERED Peamit Butter- made ivhile you vmit 806 ' z YONGE STREET, TORONTO Complimenls of A Friend FOR CAREFUL, RELIABLE EYE SERVICE E. F. DeFOE, R.O., D.O.Sc. OPTOMETRIST 488 Bloor St. West TORONTO Phone MElrose 4801 104 The Branksome Slogan Present an entirely new collection of Fine Paintings just received from their Bond Street Galleries, London, England. BIRKS-ELLIS-RYPvIE BLDG. COMPLIMENTS OF THE COPF CLARK CO. LIMITED 495-517 Wellington St. West TORONTO CANADA Winona flowers 413 BLOOR ST. EAST Phone R A. 2303 Member of the F.T.D.A, COMPLIMENTS OF George Rathbone Lumber Company Limited 10 NORTHCOTE AVENUE — TORONTO, ONT. The Branksome Slogan 105 CANADIAN MUNICIPAL AND CORPORATION SECURITIES F. H. DEACON CO. Business Established IS 97 Members Toronto Stock Exchange 197 BAY ST. — TORONTO — ELGIN 3401 IT ' S NOT A SECRET . . . Skitch Clothes are created, not imitated, and that is the reason for their style, fit and appearance. SKITCH CLOTHES 9 ADELAIDE STREET EAST ELgin 4763 Custom-tailored Clothes for Ladies and Meyi. The Gift and Toy Shop 96 BLOOR ST. WEST TOYS GAMES BOOKS GIFTS Specializing in DolW Home Fiirnihire Cards for All Occasions MARION C. GAIRNS M. DONALD SMELLIE FINEST QUALITY FRESH FRUITS AND VEGETABLES S. LIGHTFOOT SON LIMITED Established 1873 Summer Months COxMMISSION MARKET Winter Months Fruit Market EL. 7120-7017 82 Colborne St. ST. LAWRENCE MARKET, EL. 7128 - FRUIT FARM, CLARKSON. ONT. 106 The Branksome Slogan helen miller ' s Beauty Salon Stylists in Permanent Waving, Finger Waving, Marcelling and All Beauty Culture 368 BLOOR EAST N«« SherWume) RA. 7273 Latest Equipment New Appointments A. M. SHOOK CO. INSURANCE IN ALL BRANCHES Fire Accident Liability 802 NORTHERN ONTARIO BUILDING Toronto, Ont. Phone AD. 3469 ROHER ' S BOOK SHOP 15 BLOOR ST. W. KI. 3425 NEW BOOKS SCHOOL SUPPLIES COSTUME JEWELLEPvY GREETING CARDS Telephone: HOward 7726 92 Blantyre Ave. B. A. ROBINSON PLUMBING AND HEATING, LTD. TORONTO The Branksome Slogan 107 INVIGORATES NOURISHES and SUSTAINS ROBERTSON ' S MALTED MILK CHOCOLATE BAR ROBERTSON BROTHERS Limited TORONTO : CANADA Sole Manufacturers KNITTING WOOLS HAND - WOVEN GOODS Nddine Angstrom 260 - OAKVILLE, ONT, School Furniture Blackboards and Accessories Maps, Globes and Charts Kindergarten and Junior Grade Materials Fine Art and Handicraft Materials — THE — GEO. M. HENDRY CO. Limited 270-274 KING STREET WEST TORONTO, ONT. COMPLIMENTS OF COWAN HARDWARE LTD. The Store with the Stock TT 125 DUNDAS STREET LONDON, ONT. 108 The Branksome Slogan Pitman Shorthand SIMPLEST SWIFTEST I SUREST I i I Hooper ' s Brug tore BLOOR and SHERBOURNE STS. TORONTO Phone RAndolph 4165 Jewellers for more than 75 years 144 YONGE ST. 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 first and last salary cheque. How much will you keeip — for your own security and for your obligations ? Many young people have found the solution in a Commercial Life Re- tirement Income Bond. THE COMMERCIAL LIFE ASSURANCE COMPANY OF CANADA Head Office: 350 Bay St., Toronto .T. W. GLENWRIGHT, E. B. H. SHAVER Managing Director. Secretary. The Branksome Slogan 100 COMPLIMENTS OF G. TAMBLYN LIMITED 15 Retail Drug Stores in Toronto Stores also in: HAMILTON— GUELPH— KITCHENER STRATFORD— BRANTFORD— LONDON ST. CATHARINES— WINDSOR CHATHAM— OSHAWA— NIAGARA FALLS KINGSTON— OTTAWA PETERBOROUGH SARNIA and BARRIE OVER 100 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 MONTREAL WINNIPEG Listen to Fibber McGee and Molly Every Tuesday, 9. SO to 10 HAMILTON BROS. Distributor of Johnson ' s Waxes 26 Soho St., Toronto WA. 4433 Industrial and Building Maintenance Supplies INSURANCE in the best British a nd Canadian Companies FIRE PLATE GLASS THEFT (Residence) BURGLARY AUTOMOBILE LIABILITY TOURIST BAGGAGE JEWELLERY AND FURS ALL RISK FLOATERS Etc. Geo. R. Hargraft Co. 49 Wellington St. E., Toronto Telephone: ELgin 8101 110 The Branksome Slogan li.M.i. Hi[iiiiii|iii iiiiiiiiijLiiilillllllllllllllllllllllllllltllllllliliiilliiiiniiiiliii Iiiiiii IIIIIIMtlllllllll Illllllllllll lilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllMlllllllllllllllinillllllMIIIIIIIIMII i:t)e Snteresiting (NEAR RED CROSS HDQTS.) 32 Bloor Street East • Do you want the unusual and in- expensive in Jewelry (especially earrinj s, pendants and bracelets)? Keep coming to the shop that has bloomed into fascination! llllllllllllltllllllllllllllllllllllinillllllllllllllllllllNIIIIM;llllllllMIIIIIIIIIII Illlllllllllllllllllll lilliiliiiiiiliiiliiiiiiiililillliiiiiiiiiiiiiiliiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiii III! I ' l Harry T. Munro FLOWER SHOP 8223 YONGE STREET Toronto — O — MEMBERS F.T.D.A. _ O — Phone: KIngsdale 1144 (2 Lines to Central) — O — Residence: LOmbard 7000 HEINTZMAN Makers of FINE PIANOS ' for over 90 years Best selected sheet music stock in Canada. Finest Record Dept. in Toronto. HEINTZMAN CO. 195 Yonge St. - Toronto CLUB COFFEE COMPANY COFFEE ROASTERS TEA BLENDERS 240 Church St, Telephone : Toronto ELgin 1161 The Branksome Slogan 111 COMPLIMENTS OF WRIGHT ' S MEAT MARKET 631 ST. CLAIR WEST TORONTO COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND Compliments of MRS. CHAMBERS FRESH FISH DAILY SEA AND LAKE FISH FIRST-CLASS FISH AND OYSTER DEPOTS One Delivery Daily 307 DANFORTH AVE. (Cor. Bowden 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 WITH COMPLIMENTS OF THE VARSITY ARENA 112 The Branksome Slogan INDEX TO ADVERTISERS PAGE A Nadine Angstrom 107 B Bank of Nova Scotia 87 Baker Ashdown, Ltd 91 Birks-Ellis-Ryrie 97 Borden ' s 86 W. H. Bosley Co 101 British-American Oil Co., Ltd 88 Biirroughes Furniture Co., Ltd 93 C Carnahan ' s 101 Mrs. Chambers Ill Clifton Ltd 85 Club Coffee Co 110 George Coles Ltd 103 Commercial Life 108 Conger Lehigh Coal Co., Ltd 102 Coolings 104 Copp Clark Co., Ltd 104 Cowan ' s Hardware 107 D F. H. Deacon Co 105 E. F. DeFoe 103 Dominion Bank 99 Dominion of Canada General Insur- ance Co 100 E T. Eaton Co (Inside Back Cover) Evangeline Shops 95 G W. J. Gage Co., Ltd 109 Gift and Toy Shop 105 H Hamilton Bros 109 Geo. R. Hargraft Co 109 Heintzman Pianos Co 110 Holt Renfrew Co., Ltd 100 George M. Hendry Co., Ltd 107 Hooper ' s Drug Store 108 I Imperial Oil Limited 92 Interesting Jewelry Shop 110 K Kents, Ltd 108 L S. Lig htfoot Son, Ltd 105 PAGE Macoomb Publishing Co 94 Helen Miller ' s Beauty Salon 106 Harry T. Munro 110 Mutual Life of Canada 90 N William Neilson, Ltd 83 Norris Iron Works 95 John Northway Sons, Ltd 97 P Pitman Shorthand 108 Q Queensdale Tea Room 96 R George Rathbone Lumber Co., Ltd. 104 Robertson Bros., Ltd 107 B. A. Robinson 106 Roher ' s Book Shop 106 S St. Andrew ' s College 98 Robert Simpson Co., Ltd 81 Shaw Business Schools 99 A. M. S ' hook Co 106 Skitch Clothes 105 Swiss Laundry 89 G. Tamblyn Ltd 109 U Uptown Nut House 103 V Varsity Arena - 111 W Wihitewood ' s Riding School 98 Wright ' s Meat Market Ill Whyte ' s Packing Co., Ltd 102 Winona Flowers 104 Wonder Bakeries 96 When you shop at these stores tell them that you saw their advertisements in The Branksome Slogan. BARBARA CHISHOLM Your EATON Junior Fashion Councillor! EATON ' S is the centre of Hig-h-fun and High- fashion ! Our Junior Councils keep us young . . . Barbara and 64 other boys and g:irls from Toronto schools. Through Barbara we keep track of the trends at Brank- some ... we follow your scholastic sports and social do- ings ... we know the happy, young clothes that you like and wear so well! T. EATON C«t«„«.