Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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. . .

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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.

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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