Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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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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.