Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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

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