Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 116 of the 1946 volume:

THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN SLOGAN REPRESENTATIVES EDITORS-IN-CHIEF: Shirley Baker, Joan Neilson, Claire Dibble, Anne Burton, Gloria Lyons. REPORTERS: Gina Baker. Barbara Chisholm, Anne Blake, Judith Living- ston, Janet Sinclair. PICTURES: Joan Crosbie. TYPIST: Janet Sinclair. ADVERTISING COMiMITTEE: Jean Wilkinson (chairman), Joan Vipond, Carol Chelew, Carol Henderson, Margot Murray. ALUMNAE REPRESENTATIVE: Ainslie McMichael. The Branksome Slogan 3 CALENDAR 1945-46 Sept. Sept. Sept. Sept. Oct. Oct. 5th 12th — School re-opened. Dec. 14th Clan Games. Dec. 19th— Portia White. Jan. 21st— Picnic— Farm. J an. 3rd— B. Ball Old Girls vs; Jan. = — Present. Jan. Oct. Oct. Oct Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Dec. Dec. Dec. Thanksgiving Week- Jan. end. J ' 10th — Rev. Maurice Flint ;f(Feb. (speaker, morning Feb. prayer service.) 11th— B. Ball, B.H. vs. H.L.C. 15th.— 3. Ball, St. Clements vs. B.H. ' The Student Prince B.H. vs. H.L.C. 18th— B. Ball, B.S.S. 19th — Ramabai. 23rd— B. Ball B.H. 24th— Installation of Pre- fects. 26th — Masquerade. 30th— B. Ball, St. Clements vs. B.H. 2nd— B. Ball, B.H. vs. H.L.C. 2nd— B. Ball, B.H. vs Clements. 9th — Form V plays. 13th— B. Ball, B.S.S. B.H. 19th— B. Ball, B.H. vs. St Clements. 22nd — Jennie Tourel 23rd— ' ' Rose Marie 3()th — Ice Capades. St. vs. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Mar. Mar. vs. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. Apr. Apr. Apr. Apr. May May May May May May May June 2nd— Dr. Fish. June 3rd — Baltimore Orchestra. J une 14th — Christmas Dinner. June 16th — Carol Service. 19th— nSchool Closed. 10th — School re-opened. 12th — Marian Anderson. 18th— Skating Party. 20th — Pilgrim ' s Progress 28th— Heifitz. 30th— Alex. Templeton. 1st — The Dance. 3rd — Bible Society. 9th — Hockey — Maple Leaf Gardens. 10th — Madame Faltaczek. 15th— Week-end. 22nd— B. Ball, at Maple Leaf Gardens. U.T.S. Henry IV . 1st — Form II Pleys. 3rd — Miss Jenkins. I.V.C.F. 7th — Oscar Peterson. 7th — Opera Singers. 15th— Week-end. 22nd — Form I plays. 27th — Professor Lennox. 5th — Senior Operetta. 10th — School closed. 23rd — School re-opened. 30th— Gym Display. 4th — Alumnae Dinner. 10th — Sr. iSwimming Meet. 14th — Jr. Swimming Meet. 24th — Long Week-end. 25th — Jr. Sports Day. 28th— Sr. Sports Day. 31st — Fashion Show. 7th — Strawberry Festival. 9th — Graduation Dance. 9th — Closing Service. 11th — Prize Givins;. FIELD MARSHAL VISCOUNT ALEXANDER OF TUNIS Canada ' s New Governor-General. EDITORIAL Exactly one year agO ' to-day people throughout the world rejoiced over the arrival of V-E Day. The news of victory in Europe was rec- eived with mixed emotions, because we realized both how difficult, and yet how promising, the period of transition from war to peace would be. In Canada, for this time of hope and reconstruction, we are privileg- ed in having as our Governor General, Viscount Alexander, one of the leaders whose strength and foresight led us through the dark days of war to final victory. With great pride we welcomed him to our country with the traditional ceremony in the Senate House, which was attended with much of the pre-war pomp and splendor. During his term of office, may many more pre-war customs and activities be revived, and may many new and beneficial ones replace those which have been outmoded by the war! In Branksome the year 1945-46 has been marked by the resumption of some traditions and by the introduction of innovations. One of partic- ular interest is the sending of a Branksome girl on the Canadian Youth Group of the Canadian Overseas League to England and Scotland. We are renewing our connection with Shei borne School by having a Sherborne girl come from England to Branksome for the first time in peace years. We feel it is significant that applications for enrolment are coming in greater numbers than ever before from girls in countries outside Canada. Our hope is that people everywhere are beginning to realize that there is One World and that future peace and good relations lie only m a spirit of Brotherhood and Sisterhood. A golden opportunity lies ahead of us and, at Branksome, our share of the task is made easy be- cause we are a Cosmopolitan School. Let us uphold our old and new traditions ! THE EDITORS. 5 Prayer for Peace Psalm 85 Used by the School as their Psalm for the year ZORD, thou hast been favourable unto Thy land Thou hast brought back the captivity of Jacob. ' Thou hast forgiven the iniquity of thy people, Thou hast covered all their sin. Thou hast taken away all their wrath: Thou hast turned thyself from the fierceness of thine anger. ' Turn us, O God of our salvation, ' And cause thine anger toward us to cease. ' Wilt thou be angry tvith us for ever? ' Wilt thou draw out thine anger to all generations? ' Wilt thou not quicken us again: ' That thy people may rejoice in thee? ' Show us thy mercy, 0 Lord, ' And grant us thy salvation. ' I will hear what God the Lord voill speak: ' For he will speak peace unto his people, ' And to his saints; ' But let them not turn again to folly ' . Surely his salvation is nigh them that fear him; That glory may dwell in our land. Mercy and truth are met together; Righteousness and peace have kissed each other. Truth shall spring out of the earth; And righteousness shall look down from heaven. Yea, the Lord shall give that which is good; And, our land shall yield her increase. Righteousness shall go before him; And shall set us in the way of his steps. 6 OUR HEAD GIRL Appointments 1 8 The Branksome Slogan Prefects HEAD GIRL Position : Head girl ; Honorary President of Opheleo. Honorary President of Beta Kappa. You Notice : her sincerity, her ability for leader- ship ; her frank geniality. She likes: telling her school to be quiet after the whistle blows ; eating chocolates in the movies. Frances Chase Position : President of the Beta Kappa. You Notice : her energy, her school spirit. She Likes: gym (especially marching) ; finger- ing her beautiful kilt; organizing school dances; being lucky; Kay was chosen as one Canadian Representative to go to England last month. Kay Deacon Positions: Editor of the Slogan; Treasurer of Beta Kappa. You Notice: her ability in class; shy smile; those pixie glasses. She Likes: playing the piano for Miss Shaw; taking fourteen subjects. Position: Library Assistant. You Notice: her favourite expression; ' ' that is to say . She Likes: collecting library fines for Miss Shaw, looking wise and profound; being a pillar of the school. Eileen Stinson The Branksome Slogan 9 Position : Chieftain of Douglas Clan. You Notice : her accent ; her short kilt. She Likes : looking out of the window in class ; asking Miss Claxton questions; being Douglas Chieftain; dramatics. Erica Cruickshank Position: Member of Opheleo. You Notice: her brisk efficiency; her smile. She Likes: reading more about microbes; quieting fifth form in Prayers; Spanish letters from home; wearing her summer uniform. Marian Dugdale Positions: Member of Opheleo, member of Slogan Committee. You Notice: her happy laughter; her friendli- ness. She likes: talking to Erica; Fellowship. Gina Baker Positions: Treasurer of the Opheleo; Student Symphony Council Representative. You Notice: her vim and vigour; her music books. She Likes: standing behind first form lines in Prayers; asking Miss Sime to explain the part- itive ' ' de : dashing off to the Conservatory. Barbara llarKralt 10 The Branksome Slogan Prefects Position : Chieftain of the MacAlpine Clan. You Notice : her soft voice ; her gay smile. She Likes: hunting for mem ' bers of her Clan; playing tennis. Mary Barnes Positions: Head of dish-washers and war- workers brigade; in charge of snap-shots for Slogan. You Notice: her glossy dark hair. She Likes: Newfie— John — also the U.S.A.; reading; music — the classical kind. Joan Crosbic Positions: President of the Opheleo; President of the Inter-School Christian Fellowship. You Notice: her demure manner; her short crop. She likes: to reach her objective in any Opheleo appeal (she always manages it too) ; Trinidad (home sweet home.) Judy Millar Position: Secretary of Beta Kappa. You Notice: her correct speech; her band-box appearance. She likes : ' ' Newf ie her Native Land ; to build castles in the air; studying algebra! Maureen O ' Reilly THE SUB-PREFECTS Front Row: J. Ross, E. Wilson, M. Kyle, S. O ' Reilly, A. Cawthra. Second Row: J. Wilkinson, C. Dean, J. Hutchesoyi, C. Shields, J. Rumley, E. Gerniav. Third Row: B. Chisholm, J. Sinclair, G. Murray, J. Palmer, D. Miller, H. German, P. MacGregor. THE CLAN CHIEFTAINS Back Row: A. James, S. Craig, M. Craig, M. Watson. Front Row: J. Aitken, D. Windeyer, C. Catto, B. Chisholm. 12 The Branksome Slogan APPOINTMENTS Head Girl — Frances Chase. HOUSE PREFECTS Joan Crosbie, Marion Dugdalc, June Miller, Maureen O ' Reilly. DAY PREFECTS Gina Baker, Shirley Baker, Mary Barnes, Kathleen Deacon, Barbara Hargraft, Aileen Stinson. SUB-PREFECTS -(House) Judith Palmer, Joan Rumley, Eleanor Wilson, Joan Ross, Shcilagh O ' Reilly, Patricia MacGregor, Catherine Shields, Joan Hutcheson, Doreen Miller, Gerda Murray, Janet Sinclair. SUB-PREFECTS— (Day) Joan Aitken, Diana Beck, Catherine Catto, Barbara Chisholm, Ann Cawthra, Cynthia Dean, Margaret Kyle, Mary Watson, Jean Wilkinson, Elizabeth German, Helen German. BETTA KAPPA SOCIETY President — Kathleen Deacon. Vice-President — Barbara Chisholm. Secretary — Maureen O ' Reilly. Treasurer — Shirley Baker. Committea: Diana Beck, Hli .abeth Glerman, Joan Hutcheson, Ruth Mitchell, Joan Rumley, Joan Southam, Ann Harpraft. HIGH NEWS REPRESENTATIVES Anne Burton, Erica Cruikshank, Peggy Deachman. OPHELEO SOCIETY OFFICERS: June Miller, Gina Baker. Marion Dugdale, Barbara Hargraft. COMMITTEE: Gerda Murray, Joan Neilson, Sheilagh O ' Reilly, Eileen Scott. • Mary Watson, Lorna Tolmie, Ann Cawthra, Helen German. I.V.C.F. President — Gerda Murray. Vice-President — Gretchen Gaebelein. Secretary — Jean Reid. CLAN CHIEFTAINS Scott — Mary Watson. Campbell — Catherine Catto. Ross — Joan Aitken. MacAlpine — Mary Barnes. MacGregor — Mary Craig. McLeod — Anne James. Douglas — Erica Cruikshank. McLean — Diana Windeyer. SUB-CHIEFTAINS Anne Thobum, Janice McColl, Ann Blake, Barbara Chisholm, Sally Spence, Jean Winston, Sheila Craig, Catherine Shields. LIBRARY ASSISTANT— Aileen Stinson. LIBRARY REPRESENTATIVES:— Joan Neilson, Jane Bankier, Ruth Jennings, Eleanor Wilson, Judith Godfrey, Jane Keslick, Nancy Edmonson, Louise Walwyn, Susan Leach, Virginia Leishman Sandra McLean, Nancy McFarren, Pauline Cole, Irene Farrell. President Form VA — Joan Hutcheson Form VB — Judith Palmer Form VSp. (Com.) — Virg inia Wood Form VSp. (H.E. )— Carolyn Massey Form IVA — Anne James Form IVB — Antoinette Echlin Form IVSp. — Janet Saylor Form IIIA— Evelyn Howden Form IIIB — Barbara Keeler Form IIA— Sally McGouirk Form IIB — Alicia Eager Form IIC- Margaret Currie Form lA — Naomi de Lang-ley Form IB — Joanne Moore FORM OFFICERS Vice-President Jean Winston Elizabeth German Louise Park Eleanor Wilson Catherine Shields Anne Thoburn Shirley Dodds Muriel Joy Stewart Patricia Currie Cathleen Cherry Charmion Boothe Jocelyn Wright Esther Tumbull Sally Langford Sec-Treasurer Joan Ferrabee Jane Mack Barbara Flemming Constance Cunningham Carol Henderson Josephine Willliams Peg ' gy Little Sally Dalton Rosemary Hutcheson Alison Zimmerman Mary Lou Porter Frances Fair Joyce Dibble Frances Snetsinger Legamu 14 The Branksome Slogan Tradition in My Country .Peru, far to the south, is a land steeped in the folklore of its native people, the scions of the Inca Empire. Down through the ages of dom- ination by the Cuzco monarohs, the Indian vassals were fed on tra- dition. Their ruler was of supernatural origin, since the founders of the dynasty came out of Lake Titicaca in response to an order from their father Inti, the sun. Thus the sun was their chief diety and was wor- shipped daily by millions of followers throughout the empire and was brought into every phase of national life. This state of affairs lasted for many centuries and became second nature to all of these American natives. Then came the conquest, when Pizarro and his Spanish soldiers took advantage of the civil war between Huayna Capac ' s two sons to sub- jugate the empire. Thus Spain came to claim all the western half of Soutih America and the Pope duly gave them territorial rights with the condition that the natives be taught the Catholic Religion. Now the Indian brought up for centuries in the belief in the Inca ' s divinity, was forced to change his creed. This proved to be extremely difficult. The new Christian saints, for them, became different forms of their ancestral gods. Gradually the distinction between pagan and Christian became less acute as the two intermingled to form a new type of Cathol- icism. The country on the surface was Christianized, but the old tradi- tions still remained deeply (buried in every Peruvian heart. By this time, they no longer constituted a religion, but rather a group or collection of myths, which was looked upon as a great national heritage. The freedom typified in these ancient stories began to stir up the thoughts of educated people throughout the country and finally incited them to revolt and eventually to achieve independence. They now had a nation in the true sense of the word and in its organization tradition again stepped in. Take as an example the Peruvian flag. It is said that one night the ' ' Liberator, San Martin, saw in a dream, a large flock of red and white sea-birds flying over his camp. As he watched they formed themselves into three bands ; two red bands, one on either side of a white band, and in this formation flew out to sea. On awaken- ing, the Liberator felt that this was an indication of what his new country ' s flag should be. He issued a decree to this effect. The same influence is noted in the National Anthem. The forti- tude and strength of the Indian forbears are extolled although nothing is known directly about these qualities. The inspiration came from the old traditions. The Branksome Slogan 15 The importance, either conscious or subconscious, given to the legends finds expression even in the present day. The Indian farmer still keeps his Inca holidays although the object of veneration is no longer the sun. The Peruvian child begins the history of his country at an early age by learning about his traditional forbears. Even when he reaches the higher studies of Peruvian literature, he is brought back to the Inca classics. In his studies of more recent works, his chief book will be ' ' Peruvian Traditions, by Ricardo Palma, a collection of stories which have come down through the ages. Surely Peru is really built on tradition. It forms a chain which binds all Peruvians together with a feeling of pride and unity. MARION DUGDALE, Form V. The Douvenir The night was clear and cool, the sea slightly choppy due to a ris- ing wind. As the stars appeared, they twinkled approvingly while look- ing down upon the barren waters, but, had they been able to see below the waves, a different sight would have met their eyes. Fathoms down, in the midst of strange fishes and other marine life, a huge, dark o bject lay, slim in outline and too motionless to ibe alive. It was a submarine. Inside it was hot and oppressive, for the craft had not surfaced for some hours and the crew was restless. They were clean-cut, average looking young men, alert, and trained to the peak. The mate came on with a message from the lieutenant, their senior officer. Get a good rest, men; our target won ' t be along until dawn, and the lieutenant doesn ' t want a tired crew. In about half an hour coffee will be ready. Try to relax. There was a small buzz of conversation following the announcement and the sailors went to their bunks. A game of cards started, but the players were unenthusiastic and soon they, too, went to the bunks. A few desultory remarks were made and, after drinking the promised coffee, all were still. A few slept. Alone in his quarters the lieutenant was nervous and unsettled. Before his men he had kept up a bold front, yet he was anything but their calm and collected commander. It was his first duty in charge of a sub . He paced the floor, his mind racing over the possibilities that dawn might bring. The target was an unconvoyed enemy ship, pre- sumably a heavy cr ' uiser. Head-quarters had briefed him concerning 16 The Branksome Slogan his station — the ship was expected to pass very near the submarine ' s position, sometime around 5.00 A.M. Success would mean the rank of a commander, and, mayibe a captaincy, for this was no ordinary mission. He lay down, his mind pondering over success, then failure, until he fell into a fitful sleep. Some hours later, he awoke hearing a knock upon the door; it was the mate with the information that the time was 4.30 A.M. ' ' Thanks, Kramer. I ' d better look through the periscope, even if it is a bit early. Start to surface; I ' ll be right with you. ' ' Yes, sir. Oh, Kramer, how is the weather? Stander says its choppy, sir, and a slight wind is blowing. Very good; the periscope won ' t show so much. I only hope we ' ll get a good view of them. That ' s all. Yes, sir. The lieutenant splashed some water on his face, straightened his uniform, and went outside. He instructed the mate to call the crew, who awoke readily glad that the time for action was near. Out of the water rose the periscope; the lieutenant eagerly looked through it. The horizon was clear in the early morning light, but, as the small waves rose and fell, something was discernable in the west. He felt cold and numb. Was this it? Was this the heavy cruiser? Was this the target that meant so much to him? The crew sensed something of what he was feeling and (became silent. The periscope was turned twice, taking in the whole horizon for a second time. Then the lieuten- ant ordered the mate to fix a certain position and look for himself. After dbserving the object, he turned around. It appears to be a heavy cruiser, sir, travelling unescorted. Here, I ' ll look again. He looked. Yes, Kramer, you ' re right. He turned to his crew. Men, this is our target. I don ' t want any mis- takes made, for if we complete this mission successfully there ' ll be bon- uses for all. It ' s a big job ; I ' ve got to have all of you behind me. Now, get to your places. The air was electrified; the quiet commands were given. The tor- pedo crews could be heard while the mechanical work of sighting, aim- ing, checking depth, and position went on. At five minutes of five o ' clock the cruiser was in range and the submarine ready. The lieutenant had a low voiced conversation with the mate. If they ' ve heard our engines, they ' ve not had time to chart our position. If they haven ' t, then they ' re totally unawares. Either way, they ' re unprepared. This is a great mistake of their commanders; a ship of that size cannot safely travel unescorted in these waters. All right, find out if the crew is ready and proceed. The Branksome Slogan 17 The orders, and their repetitions, by the non-commissioned officers, could be heard echoing. The lieutenant was tense; the torpedo men sweating. ' ' Check your aim! ' ' Check your aim! Ready! Ready! Torpedo 1,2,3! Torpedo 1, 2, eS! Fire! Fire! Through the periscope, the lieutenant watched the proud, arrogant cruiser making her stately way through the waves, when, suddenly, an explosion rocked both sub and ship — then another, and another Three towering flames shot into the sky; superstructure crumpled, wreckage was hurled into the air, and the mighty ship sank. Ojf for a Canter With less excitement, the command to surface was given and the thin craft rose through the waves. Boats were launched to pick up any survivors, although the undersea craft had completed its task so thor- oughly that the procedure was hardly necessary. Be quick aibout the business, for you never know what might come along, said the lieutenant. He turned to Kramer. War is hell ; what if that were us? Enough, it is kill or ' be killed. Look! There ' s the ship ' s flag. However did it escape being blown to shreds? Get it; a souvenir like that isn ' t found every day. Kramer pulled the flag over the side, the flag of the torpedoed enemy ship— the Stars and Stripes. GRETCHEN GAEBELEIN, Form V. 18 The Branksome Slogan THE RO I was dusting, cleaning, sweeping. Working hard from morn till even- ing, On the front door came a rapping. Pausing for a moment only, I left my brooms and left my dusters. Walking to the door, and peering outward, I spied a brazen, shiny figure, Standing, gleaming in the sunlight. Feeling faint, I grabbed the door- knob. And stood amazed at this object. Gathering up my courage slowly Read its dangling, hanging, label, ' ' Hope this saves you time and trouble. On and on I read the message Claiming it a useful Robot, A servant Robot from my mother For to scrub and scour the wood- ■ work. Make the beds and do the cooking. Beat the rugs and wash the win- dows. Clean the cupboards, do the dust- ing. Oh, dear Mother, how I thank you For this badly needed helper! In I brO ' Ug ' ht it from the dooirstep. Wound the handle, set the gadgets So to make my bed and tidy All my room and all my clothing. I lay down upon my divan Waiting, watching o ' er my Robot.. Working hard throughout my bed- room. Resting, dozing, sleeping, dream- ing. 3T MAID A thundering, crashing, rumbling, rolling. Ripping, crushing, bolting, shak- ing. Woke me from my deepest slum- ber. I started, stared, and jumping up- ward, I dashed towards the vicious mon- ster, Tried to stop it from its break- ing And destruction of my vases, Of my pictures; of my tables. Of my clothes and of my wood- work. Picking up my silver hairbrush, I smote the Robot on the forehead. Down it fell — the engine stopped; Out the door I cast the Robot, For the salvage, for the junkman. Oh, dear Mother, if you only Knew how helpful was the Robot (To the salvage, to the junk- man!) I can tell you, I will never Want to use another Robot. Never! Never! Never! Never! BEVERLEY RUSH, Form IV. M. Watson: Hullo, is this the City Bridge Depart- ment? Answer: ' ' Yes. M. Watson : How many points do you get for a little slam? The Branksome Slogan 19 CUTHBERT CATERMOLE With steady tread, he roams at will From room to room and takes his fill Of sweet repose on downy spreads, And sheds his fur on feather beds. His piebald fur, grey, white and brown, Is wiry fur, not silky down. And he, a common alley-cat, When not in quest of mouse or rat. Fools not, but plays a haughty role Befitting Cuthbert Catermole. Broad in the beam, his shoulders wide With bowlegged spread, his feline stride Resembles more a bull dog gait Than any cat less blessed by fate. Imperious and proud, no fool — Without degrees he owns the school. Oh, why must we both fret and strain With French and Spanish, wrack our brain. When cats can win in such a role. As that of Cuthbert Catermole? MARY CRAIG, Form IV. AUTUMN The trees are aflame with barbar- ous hue, Brilliant sunlight drinks up the dew. I pick up the leaves as I go past And rejoice that Autumn is here at last. Wind-swept skies are high and new; White canvas sails on a sea of blue ; Arrows of geese in honking flight, Bugle the coming of Winter ' s might. I stand on a hill in a thoughtful trance. Thankful of having this wonderful chance To drink in the glories of Autumn ' s morn. And watch new beauties of Nature born ! ELIZABETH McCARTHY, Form V. A WISH If only I a nymph could be Then I would go beneath the sea, I ' d walk among the tangled weeds ; From pearls I ' d make a string of beads. From shells a tiny crown. And from the foam, a bed of down. ANNE GODSALL, Form III. 20 The Branksome Slogan Black Magic A bitter wind swept over forest and field. Here and there a stray leaf, torn from an already bare tree, was borne along in the wake of the gale. Tufts of yellow grass bent in patient submission against the earth. Sombre banks of clouds ranged themselves on all sides, forming an impenetrable grey blanket, covering the sky. Outlines of far away hills stood out in blank silhouette, a tracery of wildly waving limbs and branches on their summits. The countryside lay bleak and ravaged. The wind moaned through the tossing elm trees and swung the weathervane wildly. The gust flung bits of straw in mad arcs and capers across the barnyard. It swung open the partly closed barn door. Dust, dead leaves, pieces of hay, and old newspapers whirled inside. The horse, spent and disease-ridden, stood weakly in a corner of the stall, head down, legs braced, as if in attempt to thwart the inevitable end. His coat, a lusterless dull black was stretched thinly over the shriv- eled frame; mane and tail hung lifelessly. The barn door burst open, rattling and banging. The horse started, faltered, and slowly slipped to the ground. Then all was still but for the wind moaning softly out- side. Anyone is sad at the death of a friend — sadder still if that friend is an animal, dependent on one for life and comfort and happiness. The man stood, staring down at the horse, unbelieving. He had known that death must come — gangrene of the lungs, the veterinary had said, shaking his head ominously. He had known that one day, near or far away, he would find the animal lying there, dead. He had known what the reward of long months of fruitless toil against infection would be. And yet he could not believe it. The sightless, sunken eyes, the stiffen- ing limbs ; the tangled swirl of the tail ; the huge helpless blackness of the body lying in a tumbled heap on the golden straw — all seemed like a fantasy, frightening, but unreal. Memories floated before him ... the little colt in the meadow, bucking, and shying at clumps of yellow, waving buttercups . . . sunlight gleaming on the pitchy-dark coat .... his pricked ears, flaring nostrils, and proud spirited carriage ... the joyous gallops after hounds .... The Branksome Slogan 21 the arrival home, windblown and tired ... the soft, friendly, nicker of comradeship . . . and then the Jong sickness, the infection . . . and now — death. In the dim light he could read the name plate over the horse ' s stall. ' ' Black Magic, it said. ' ' Black Magic, repeated the man slowly, ilt would take more than that now . . . Black Magic .... He looked at the dead horse, sprawled weirdly on the ground, legs askew, neck twist- ed. Nothing can save you now . . . . a meaningless laugh. Good only for the glue factory. A grim joke it was ! this horse, his friend, immor- talized by a bottle of glue ! The man laughed again, a little woodenly. The raw, chilling wind moaned and sighed outside. It began to rain. The clouds, as if drawn by some invisible hand, closed over the earth. Rain tore and lashed the land. At intervals lightning pierced the gloom ; thunder broke the ghostly stillness. The man, driving fiercely, was indifferent to the raging of the elements which washed the country on all sides. Behind him, in the truck, the great bulk of the black horse slipped and lurched as they sped onwards over almost impossible roads. The rain splashed against the windshield, and ran down in sheets of rippling water. The gale howled past the windows Nothing can save you now! wind and water beat out and screamed Nothing can save you now! they shouted in ridicule. A shaft of lightening rent the sky, mocking him. The man bowed his head, insensible to all but the fateful words, pounding, surging, bursting through his head, written, seared, as with a red-hot iron, before his eyes .... The truck hit the telephone post at full speed ; but the noise of the crash was deadened by thunder. A second streak tore through the heavens, lighting up the wreckage. In the van, the black hulk of the horse had slid up against the backboard in a grotesque heap and re- mained there, quivering. In the cab, a figure lay crumpled over the steering-wheel. The broken windshield, cracked, and spattered with blood, told its tale. Through it the man stared with unseeing eyes. He was quite dead. ANNE BURTON, Form IV. 22 The Branksome Slogan Woman with a Candle ' This painting, ladies and gentlemen, is the original work of de Prsto, donated by Lord Bendal in 1860. It is entitled Landscape of California and is considered one of his finest works. The straggling group of onlookers round the art-gallery quide were bored. A few walk- ed away. One or two polite ones remarked, ' ' How delightful! or Is that so? The guide moved on to the next picture. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is a most remarkably beautiful piece of work. The artist is unknown. Note how lifelike, how finely done it is. Note how the eyes follow one round the room when one moves. The group obediently moved and, true enough, it was amaz- ingly human. Entitled simply Woman with a Candle, it was the portrait of a beautiful, dark-haired woman with a heavy wrap drawn round her shoulders. A lighted candle was in her hand, the fitful light of which threw into bold relief her fine features and the folds of her gown. Her nar row white fingers tapered into long nails and her position was grace- ful and poised, but what struck one immediately, and lingered after in one ' s memory, were her weird, staring eyes. Their colour was not clear, ibut there was a little ring of white around them lending an expression of terror, and giving a touch of mystery to the whole picture. The sight- seers were very impressed and paused to wonder before moving on. One man remained, gazing at the portrait as if puzzled, amazed. He was a thin, foreign-looking man, with his hat drawn down. A jagged, white scar ran down one cheek. For a moment he stood rapt, motionless in front of the picture. Strange, . . . strange, he muttered, shaking his head, and quickened his pace to join the guide, who was now pointing out the merits of a still-life painting. That night the watchman at the art gallery was confronted by the stranger. I left my umibrella here this morning, he said. Would you let me in so that I can get it? Why can ' t you come in the morning? grumtoled the sleepy watch- man, but nevertheless, he took out his great bunch of keys and opened the door. He paused, with the flashlight pointed on the man ' s face. Tell me as soon as you come out, see? I ' ll be right here. No funny stuff, mind you ! Petri, for that was the foreigner ' s name, entered, and with no diffi- culty found his umibrella. He was turning to go when he remembered the picture — the picture of the dark woman. As if by a magnet, his footsteps were drawn down the dark echoing hall, up the three steps. He switched on the light and approached the portrait. Woman tvith a The Branksome Slogan 23 Candle — author unknown — so said the little l bel ibeneath. It was just as he remembered. It filled him with amazement, as it had that morn- ing. But this time he did not wonder ; he was sure. That heavy, silky hair, the long tapering fingers, but most of all, those weird, crazy eyes — it was she — it was Marie d ' Artise — it was the woman he had murdered ! It had been very long ago, and now the wound was healed. He had loved her, but she had found out his secret — and that could not be. Gaz- ing at the picture, he thought of that eventful night when he had ap- proached her. Marie, you know what I have to say. You are the only one who had found out. You must die. It will be very rapid. Her eyes had been dark and wild then, and she cried out as his fingers closed round her slim, white throat. ' ' Oh, Petri, you will be so sorry! Then those eyes were closed — forever. Forever? But here they were, lifelike and terrified, staring down at him. Bah! He should not try to remember that night. He snapped out the light and turned to go, finding his way by the street-light, which shone through the window. Then something happen- 24 The Branksome Slogan ed that stopped him dead in his tracks. The picture turned its eyes and watched him. His heart pounded in his ears. Nausea filled him. It was ' no trick of the eye. The portrait had moved. Fascinated, he watched it. The candle in the hand was glowing with a real light flickering now as a gust of wind came in through the window. Then the woman turned her head, pursed her lips and blew out the flame. The darkness closed round him in a sudden wave, but he could see the woman put her hand against the frame and move towards him out of the canvas. He was rooted to the spot. He could not scream, could not run. The appar- ition dropped the candle stick, but it made no noise. She was close to him. She raised her hands, and suddenly swooped at him, her ghastly eyes staring. He staggered back with her cold hand tightening on his throat, her long nails cutting deep into Jiis flesh. He clutched at her gown but there was nothing there. As he let out a strangled cry she seemed to smile. ' It will be very rapid, she whis- pered. He could not get his breath. Darkness was welling up round him and the room was reeling dizzily. The two staring eyes were the last things he saw as he sunk into crushing, agonizing nothingness. They found Petri in the morning, lying strangled and ' bloody on the floor of the art gallery. There was no clue, no foot-prints save his own. It was not until a week later, when the guide was once more taking a group of sight-seers around the gallery, that an observant individual re- marked upon something curious about The Woman with the Candle, artist unknown. Her candle had gone out, and her long pointed nails were bloody. ROSALIND WILLIAMS, Form III. Meet the Atomics Presented by the Branksome Broad n.sting System ANNOUNCER: The makers of ' ' Smoke ;:3Kreen cigarettes present ' The Atomic Family, the story of an average Can- adian family, facing the trials of the times with patience and courage. We shall hear more of the Atomics in a minute, but first, here is Zeke . . . ZEKE : Does smoking irritate your throat? Does it make you cough? Does it make your eyes water? It doesn ' t? Well, you haven ' t tried Smoke Skreens! The Branksome Slogan 25 Smoke Skreens are guaranteed to have the black- est and thickest smoke of all cigarettes. And if you like to make smoke rings, ' ' Smoke Skreens are for you, because the smoke from these ivonderful cigar- ettes is soooo thick that it is practically solid, and therefore the rings stay round and firm. Another desirable feature of Smoke Skreens is that if you wish to get rid of a visitor, you have only to take a puff of a Smoke Screen, and we guarantee that the visitor will leave immediately! Try a package of these marvellous cigarettes today, and I am sure that you will never be satisfied with any other brand. ANNOUNCER: Thank you, Zeke. And now — back to our story. Yesterday, you remember, we left Cosmic Atomic in the hospital under the care of his uncle. Doctor X-ray Atomic, who was plotting to kill his nep- hew because his father ' s brother-in-law ' s wife ' s first husband had left a fortune to Cosmic, and nothing to his own son, Alpha. As our scene opens, we Successful? 26 The Branksome Slogan X-RAY UR. ATOMIC: X-RAY : X-RAY : UR. ATOMIC: X-RAY : ANNOUNCER UR. ATOMIC: VIOLET : BETA: VIOLET : BETA : VIOLET : GAMMA : DELTA: ANNOUNCER find X-ray preparing the instruments, with which he is about to operate on Cosmic. Let me see — which one of these is sharper. I won- der if I should kill him immediately, or make it a slow death. (A knock is heard at the door) Come in. Oh, hello. Uranium. Hello X-ray, — how ' s my son? The nurse said his temperature had gone down to 100.2. You must have made a mistake. It is 100.1. (Raising his voice) No. It ' s 100.2! (Also raising his voice) 100.1! (Yelling) said it tvas 100.2 and Vm right. (Flying into a rage) You ' re crazy! It ' s 100.1! We now leave X-ray and Uranium Atomic, and turn to a scene in a small house on Cannibal Street — a nice quiet little street — the home of Uranium Atomic. In the little kitchen, his wife, Mrs. Violet Atomic, is having some trouble with her oven. Her daughter. Beta, is standing watch- ing with bated breath. (In a sudden burst of rage) Why didn ' t Uranium have this oven fixed when I told him to! I knew this would happen. Wait until he gets home! I ' ll divorce him! But mother, you can ' t divorce him again. You ' ve already done it six times! (In a snappy voice) Seven times. NO mother, that was your other husband. (Screamingly) Seven times! (A loud crash is heard as Gamma Atomic rushes in, followed by Delta Atomic) We broke Mr. Volcano ' s window, and he ' s chasing us! With a shot gun! Is Cosmic Atomic ' s temperature 100.1 or 100.2? Will Violet divorce Uranium? Has she divorced him six or seven times? Will the oven work? Will Mr. Vol- cano shoot Gamma and Delta? If there is anjrthing left of your radio when this programme is over, tune in again tomorrow, some time, some station, to find out the answers to these vital questions. We will then present another episode in the life of those nice, quiet people, the Atomics. The Branksome Slogan 27 ZEKE: This is Zeke Chimpanzee signing off for ' ' Smoke Skreens, those wonderful cigarettes with that delightful aroma that simply knocks you out! ' The Atomics, was written especially for radio by Theodore Bombshell. We ' ll see you tomorrow. Until then — Goodbye. JUDY SHOEBOTTOM, Form III. Nocturne Too tired even to eat Peg and I crawled into our sleeping (bags just at dusk. Thirty miles ! We decided belatedly that it had ibeen far too great an undertaking for the first day of our canoe trip. We had made camp on a small island in Lake Singing Waters. A graceful fringe of silver lace which the evergreens made on the western shore contrasted with the majestic forms of the Hillory mountains, silent witnesses to centuries of beauty, on the east. At the School Farm 28 The Branksome Slogan The water lapped against the rocky shore of the island and, together with, the scent of pines and blueberries, it lulled our senses into a trance The goddess of night stepped shimmering along the ridge of evening. On the highest mountain peak she stopped — the most exquisite being I had yet seen or visioned. Her hair was like a calm sea at midnight and her hands like delicate carvings of purest wax. The gown which shroud- ed her graceful form in vapoury whiteness might have been fashioned from baby clouds at dusk, so soft and light it seemed. From a silver pitcher she poured the moonlight which filled an ebon world with golden radiance. Taking a sparkling needle in her hands she pricked a million pin-holes in the sky. Points of light danced on the velvet blackness of the lake beneath. As her lovely form faded into obscurity she threw a silver kiss to the world and the symphony of the night began. It surged from clammy coves in the depths of the waters and soared to the silver summits of the mountains. Even its crescendos blended with the quiet of the night, for when they ceased momentarily the silence became so profound that the air seemed to have lost its power of conveying sounds. Presently a lighter theme crept into the music and a small light be- gan to bob up and down above the eastern horizon. As it neared the earth I could perceive that it illuminated the wizened face of a very old man. His small, wiry frame was bent almost double by the weight of paint pots and brushes suspended from a yoke across his shoulders, but there were centuries of happiness etched upon his countenance. He was setting out for the morning ritual of his eternal task of keeping the flowers ' colours clear and bright. Just as he reached the eastern horizon, the painter tripped on a silver ribbon stretched between two mountains. His lovely colours flow- ed across the sky in a mad profusion of colour. With one loud chord the music fell silent. The whole world seemed standing on tip-toe, breath- less and dumb. ' ' Lazy bones sleeping in the sun, How do you think we ' ll ever get the days work done? Peg ' s hoarse chant, very much off-key, transported me to reality. Wrig- gling half way out of my sleeping bag, I hurled a convenient pine cone in her general direction. As we sat on a rocky point eating our breakfast, the sparkling ' ' Singing Waters and the purple Hillory mountains beckoned enticingly to us. CAROL HENDERSON, Form IV. The Branksome Slogan 29 Feast on Two Burners As the sun completed its downward curve and buried its face for another day in choppy blue and white St. Lawrence river, the sailing craft ' ' Lotus anchored for the night. The surrounding country was serene and peaceful, but aboard the ' ' Lotus confusion reigned. On board the clatter of pots and pans was mingled with a profusion of nau- tical oaths. This was the moment for which ration books had been mutilated, grocers had been coaxed and ibutchers flattered. For now a meal, nay, not a meal, a feast was to be created. The captain of the three man crew leaned against his tiller, his hat cocked at a jaunty but somewhat weary angle, and roared out in- structions and criticisms. The greater part of these were ignored by the crew, which strove and laboured mightily in the galley. Cartons were unpacked, bags unearthed and cans discovered in various unlikely places. At last the pre-culinary arrangements had been made. All that remained was to light the stove, cook and devour the meal. Then the two galley slaves would lounge in luxurious comfort while the captain did the dishes. To the unknowing landlubber preparing a meal may seem compara- tively simple, but alas, the sea-going or nautical stove does not consist of a system of ingenious buttons that turn on harmless electric coils. On the galley stove, it is found necessary to provide a certain degree of pressure. The above pressure must be provided by a series of small hand pumps. If the pressure is too high, the galley ' becomes thoroughly seared and the cook becomes as well done as the steaks. If the pressure is too low the results are far less dramatic — in fact, nothing happens. Thus it might be ascertained by the discerning reader that a great deal of precision and experience is necessary in the art of nautical cookery. Unfortunately these requirements were not among the many attain- ments of the crew of the Lotus. The stove fizzled — the stove exploded! The once neat and compact galley became blackened and charred. Potatoes floated about in the bilge, pots were blasted over the side into the depths, and various cans of vegeta)bles were mixed with the guilty coal oil. The first cook, recoiling from the shock of the explosion, reached behind her for sup- port. Unfortunately raw steak on a slippery board does not afford the best of support! Cook number two beat a timely but unpremeditated retreat to the wash room. The reader might at this point think the crew of the Lotus would become discouraged. This was the case. Vows in blood were taken on 30 The Branksome Slogan the spot ; never again under any circumstances w ould they attempt to cook another meal aJboard. At this particular moment the captain of the crew entered, fresh from an invigorating swim and enquired as to the source of the delay. Mutiny is a strong word but compared to what ensued, it lacks vigour and force. The captain ' s personality, the desirability of the boat, and the slave labour problem were gone into to great and most uncompli- mentary lengths. The captain was a man of discretion. Did he drive his mutinous crew below, did he threaten them in the time honoured manner? He did not. With diplomacy born of long acquaintance our commanding officer suggested a meal ashore. In a time too short to mention, Mother, Dad and yours truly were entering the hotel to do irreparable damage to the best on the menu. JEANNE GARROW, Form III A Good Day ' s Hunt The stable smells fresh — the air ' s snappy to-day; The horses are stomping and sniffing their hay. In a moment the master walks in. At last He jumps on his hunter, ' ' White Gallant, so fast. The horses are prancing and sniffing the air ; One shies at old ' ' Bellman and young Lady Fair . The huntsman cries Come on ! Away let us go ! For there ' s a fox to be hunted, come rain, or come snow! The old hounds start casting, the young hounds run gay — ' ' Yoo-ee, cries the huntsman, over there, he ' s away! Old Bellman gives tongue, and the field follows after — Even Josephas Gray on his horse, Happy Laughter! Over jumps, over creeks, over ditches and hollows, Over fence, over hedges, and sand dunes they follow; First a check, then away again, over and through — The fox dodges and tries all the tricks he can do. The Branksome Slogan ' ' He can ' t last much longer, the master says now. We ' ve been going six hours — to the hounds he must bow. But still the tired horses steadily pound, ' Till at last there ' s a break — ' ' he ' s gone right to ground! The hounds are all raging in front of his den ; There is grunting and cussing from master and men. Bring the terrier! Do something! they earnestly plead; We can ' t leave it like ihis; the huntsmen concede. They send for the farmer, a round jolly man; He brings the terrier in a little green van. Rob snuffles and burrows ; The field gives a shout, Good little fellow! He ' s dragged the fox out! Mask and brush, to the foremost pair in the field ; Blooding to newcomers who reluctantly yield; To leave at the last, there ' s a feeling of sorrow ; But ' twas an adventure to talk of to-morrow. SHIRLEY MANN, Form T. 32 The Branksome Slogan The Ultimate The Condemned The gray light of early morning seeped through the high, narrow slit of a window which lit his prison cell. Its dreary light was almost as unbearable as the enveloping darkness of the night he had thought would never end. In the space of one sleepless night he had reviewed his entire brief existence. Every emotion, each fear, hope and dream had faded into the material world of memories, this, now, was reality. His senses were dulled, he went limp at the thought of what tie must face that morning. Into the few hours of life he had left he must cram thoughts of happier days — happy, sad, gay and silly, pitiful fragments of a broken life. He must treasure each memory, and force away this overpowering consciousness of the Verdict. He would try to forget that in a few hours they would take him away to be executed for a murder he had not committed. He fought against a bitter hatred towards the un- known guilty man in whose place he must die. He wondered if his wife would be allowed to say goodbye, if she would come. It would be hard to die without a last memory of her. A wave of depression settled upon him. The Guilty There was another sleepless man in the city that night. Even a man sunk low in crime has a semblance of a conscience, even a murderer. For this was the guilty man, facing a decision. He lit another cigarette with shaking fingers. He was no coward, that was impossible in his business. His carefully constructed plan had miscarried, now another life, that of an innoc ent man, was at stake. It was almost daylight now. The misty gray sky was fused with a rosy glow. Here in his apartment he was safe from everything but his conscience. If he left the building and found himself on the street, could he stop himself from making his way, eventually, to confess his crime? He must not drive himself into such a state. He must get away be- fore his nerves snapped. Perhaps a few months abroad— he must make some arrangements immediately. He flung himself onto the bed and slept. When he awoke it was mid morning. There was no doubt in his mind now as to what he must do. He dressed slowly and fortified him- The Branksome Slogan 33 self with a strong drink. He placed his hat carefully on his head and rememibered to lock the door carefully after him. He was out on the street. Ahead of him was the city hall. Now he was crossing the street. The Woman She, too, had watched nervously for the dawn. It was her husband who must die that day for a crime she knew him incapable of commit- ting. Her mental agony was intensified by the thought of the ordeal she must face that morning. It was time to leave now, to say goodbye to her husband — forever. In a few hours he would be only a memory. She would have to go on living alone. She flung a coat over her shoulders and hurried outside. A moment later, seated in her small convertible she was speeding through the city. She drove mechanically, nerveless now, numbly limp. There must be no tears at this, their last moments together. She remembered other goodbyes, sad but not heartbreaking. Somewhere there must be a guilty man! She wished she could hate him, yet all emotion in her was dead now. They must let her see her husiband. She drove faster. She was driving past the city hall. She did not see the man crossing the street. His walk was slow, deliberate, his eyes were fastened on the bleak symmetrical pile of stone ahead of him. She did not see him — until it was too late. She did not know she had killed two men, one of them — her husband. JEAN ROSCOE, Form III. Mary had a little swing It wasn ' t hard to find. For everywhere that Mary went The swing was just behind. First Mosquito : What are you so excited about? Second Mosquito: I just passed my screen test. ' ' 34 The Branksome Slogan SNOW-FIGHT See in winter all the children, ' Having snow-fights in their snow- forts, With each captain calling round him All his stoutest, sure-hit cohorts. Some are ibusy packing snow- ' balls, Stocking up with ammunition ; Some are adding to their snow- walls. Making stronger their position. Now the battle ' s tempo rises. Snowballs fast and plenty flying; Each side gets a few surprises ; Feints, and threats, and tricks, all trying. When the order, ' ' Charge! is shouted, Clamor, yells and wild confusion! Finally the foe is routed, With cheers to mark the fight ' s conclusion. JEAN GILLANDERS, Form III. LOVERS She opened the front door coyly ; She almost seemed afraid; He stood there looking shyly ; A darling couple they made. She asked him in; they entered Through the living room door; And shyer still, he kissed her; And silently looked at the floor. Then suddenly mother descended The winding staircase long. Saying, suppose you ' re dear Cousin Albert, Though I know I could be wrong. So you see they weren ' t really lovers, But cousins who ' d never met, And you thought there was some- thing personal ! So there, we fooled you, I ' ll bet! PEGGY DEACHMAN, Form III. GOODBYE! He said goodbye and he left. It was sad; he was manfully brave. We had never been parted before; He turned at the gate and I waved ; Then he left and I saw him no more. ' ' Goodbye, Johnny. I said in my heart, Don ' t worry, I ' ll see you soon. Your first day at school won ' t be long; I ' ll be there; I will fetch you at noon. ERICA CRUIKSHANK, Form V. The Branksome Slogan 35 IN PRAISE OF THE COUNTRY Oh ! IVe lived in Delhi, and lived in Rome — Oh! rve travelled o ' er the bonny Every capital has been my home, blue sea ; j, 1 feasted by Emperors and I ' ve visited France, Spain and kings- • J? i.u 4-u I ve never had time for simpler rve seen the remains ot the Farth- thmgs. enon, And the Hanging Gardens of my heart ' s in the land native Babylon. But these wonders do not thrill The ever beautiful English me country. Half as much as the quiet country. For the country is a wonderful For the country is a wonderful place, V ce, Trees and blossoms wave with Trees and blossoms wave with grace; Fragrant flowers blue, white and Fragrant flowers blue, white and Smile up at you with a tiny wink pink, Smile up at you with a tiny wink ; Quaint little cottages sit by ' cottages sit by streams. streams. The country is the land of my The country is the land of my dreams. dreams. 36 The Branksome Slogan When my work is done and all is oe ' r ' From the outside world I ' ll shut my door, ril find a house where the fields are green, And there I ' ll live, by the world unseen. For the thing that means the most to me Is to end my days in the good country. For the country is a wonderful place. Trees and blossoms wave with grace ; Fragrant flowers blue, white and pink, Smile up at you with a tiny wink ; Quaint little cottages sit by streams. The country is the land of my dreams. BETTY SOUTHGATE. Form III. LORDS AND LADIES OF BRANKSOME The Lords in ancient Branksome Hall, In olden days of yore; Wore armour to each Castle Ball, The Ladies dressed in moire. The Ladies of our Branksome Hall Now swamp the school in hoards; The ladies now, they scream and call, But tell me, where are the Lords? JOAN HEISE, Form IV. SPRINGTIME Spring is the time of joy and, mirth, When nature strives to bless the earth With beauty, gentleness, and song ; With birds that chirp the whole day long; With flowers blooming radiantly. And bursting buds in every tree ANNE BLACKWELL, Form II. ON FIRM FOUNDATIONS High upon a rocky crag A lonely pine tree stood. And bravely waited for the storm. Its gnarled branches worn and old Trembled, but its heart was bold. And fear did not o ' ercome it. From jocund youth to youthful age. It watched the changing drama pass. And with each tempest gathered strength And faith to meet the next great storm And stand undaunted. And like the tree Gerat Britain stood For one long year — alone ; Her limbs were weak, her heart was bold, She fought with faith and forti- tude On firm foundations. SHEILA CRAIG, Form IV. 38 The Branksome Slogan The Hostases The sun was ' beating down warmly on the narrow cdbbled streets of a small village in Southern Brittany. At the first glance the small stone houses with their green doors and shutters seemed to be the same as before those dread days of June, 1940. On looking closer, however, there seemed to be something missing — where was the usual crowd of browned fishermen drinking their red wine before the inn? Where were the grubby children rolling in the dust of the village street with their equally grubby dogs? Where were the women in .their starched white caps, knitting and gossiping around the white- washed doorsteps ? Where, indeed! You may ask the German — ' ' sale Boche as the once laughter-loving Bretons call him. Most of the ablebodied men over sixteen were working their hearts out in the filthy factories of Ger- many. The women were waiting in a long queue in front of the grocery store, waiting patiently and often in vain for the meagre rations they were given each month. The grubby children, now thin and emaciated, were grovelling in the garbage cans and dumps for anything edible to swell the family dinner. A few men, all old and disabled, were sitting inside the inn, making the most of their skimpy litres of wine. Into this scene — calm and peaceful by German standards, crept little Jean, who, like all the children, resembled a pitiful skeleton. To all the groups along the street he whispered a few words, words which caused the men to place their half empty glasses on the table, the women to pale. These words, ' Two German soldiers have been found dead outside the village, meant that death and tragedy would follow swiftly. Tramp — tramp — tramp — the sound of hea T German boots on the cobbles, the clatter of German arms, shouted orders, and in a few min- utes the square is full of grey clad soldiers. Women are hustled from the queue, men are pulled roughly from the inn door, even children are rounded up from the garbage cans. A hard-faced German officer takes the centre of the stage and barks out, Men of Loisanne, a terrible crime has been committed against the Fatherland by some swine from this village. If you do not at once tell me what you know of this outrage, and the names of the dogs who dared to raise their hands against sol- diers of the Third Reich, revenge will be very swift. A silence, broken only by the shuffling of German boots, falls over the square until the German officer bellows, All right, you murderers ! Heimrich, take every third man out to the orchard and shoot him. The Branksome Slogan 39 The men are lined up against the brick wall at one end of the square and a soldier struts down the line pointing, ' ' You, and you, and you, ' Dry-eyed and pale, the women watch, their eyes fixed on the line of their menfolk. ' There goes little Jean, just sixteen, there Henri, the once merry village baker, old Jeanneret with one leg, Guillaume, the story- teller, the white-haired Abbe and several more. There they go, ibetween two lines of grim Germans, up the hill to the orchard. Among the apple trees they were lined up, little Jean, L ' Abbe and the rest. The machine gun was set in position, the women in the vil- lage below bowed their heads, when suddenly — above the sounds of the countryside rose the strains of the Marseillaise. The machine gun chat- tered — but the song was taken up by the women below, it rose above the gun, to the heavens above — the song of a people unconquered !. Allons mes enfants de la patrie, le jour de gloire est arrive — ! ANN PLUMMER, Form IV. Lunch Hour Triumph Over Adversity When we think of greatness in respect to the achievements of wo- men, we are all too apt to fasten our attention on some person who has won public notice by a notable contribution to public welfare, or to the arts, or to science. Yet there is another kind of greatness — that which triumphs over handicaps or adversity in one form or another. To reach a goal that may never seem important to the world at large is still tri- umph if it takes greatness of spirit and courage to achieve. This is a story of a young woman whose name may not be given be- cause she is unaware that this is being written. But every word of it 40 The Branksome Slogan is true. Twenty odd years ago she was iborn in Western Ontario without hands or legs. Her arms ended at the elbow, and her legs above the ' knees. One would naturally suppose that a person so handicapped would grow up a helpless and hopeless cripple. Today, because of her indomit- able will power, she leads an almost normal life. She wears artificial limbs and hands and walks with only a slight sway, without support of any kind. Stairs are no obstacle for her. She can sew and do all those small personal tasks so necessary to a young woman. Her most remarkable achievement, however, is a comparatively recent one. I do not know when she first felt the urge to paint or first realized that since she could handle a needle she might be able to work with pencil and ibrush. But start painting she did. Most of us would assume that she would learn to master the technique of painting with her artificial hands. She preferred to discard them and use her elbows. In this amazing manner she began to work. About a year ago her relatives were so impressed with her work that they arranged to send her to Toronto to study in earnest. For weeks last fall she worked in the studio of a well known Tor- onto artist. She had done some landscape painting, but she was put to painting still life and flowers — a far more exacting type of painting for a person so handicapped. Here in the studio with other students marvelling at her skill she turned out within a comparatively short time paintings that were far above amateur level — in fact, in sheer craftsmanship they excelled the work of students who had had years of training. With charcoal held between her elbows she drew beauti- fully intricate studies and with equal skill turned out complete paint- ings. With only her elbows she handles and mixes her paints, cleans her ' brushes, and generally does all the little jobs that painting involves. Up to the present her teacher has not permitted either display or sale of her work, but in the near future, perhaps, Toronto art lovers will have an opportunity of examining and valuing the work of this extraordinary woman. BEVERILEY HAMM, Form II. Miss McNiece (to J. Godfrey who is ready for a swim) : Judy, did you take a shower? J. Godfrey: Why, is there one missing? J. Heize: What is that awful odour in the library? J. Livingstone: The dead silence Miss Shaw keeps in there. The Branksome Slogan 41 HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH We come to school and learn in Lit., That the ibooks we read must have been writ By Shakespeare, Hardy, or men like them — And so in protest I lift my pen. Instead of Shakespeare every year, MacBeth the Henries, and King Lear — How about something modern, new, By someone who lives in the age we do? Instead of seeing that everyone learns Of Tennyson, Browning, Robert Burns, Let us read some amusing trash — Robert Benchley and Ogden Nash. For English texts that are slow and dry, I ' ve taken a census, and nine- tenths ask why Don ' t we have even one day a week Poems not resemibling old Roman or Greek. And how about once just letting us read A poem, or tale of a valiant deed Without knowing or caring about the theme? Ah me! It sounds like a beautiful dream. ANN PLUMMER, Form IV. WIND I spring from the edge of a stormy cliff; I float with a gull on the swell ; I whistle a tune to the song of the sea Like a ghost in the middle of hell. I tear the skies with the ruthless hand Of a murderer laughing at love ; Then I slip through the delicate fingers of light And kiss the wings of a dove. I laugh with the thunder; I weep with the rain ; I rumple the beard of St. Pete. I ' m a dream; I ' m a song; I ' m the bad little elf That tickles the angels ' feet. ERICA CRUIKSHANK, Form V. CHRISTMAS IS OVER I ' m really awfully worried, I don ' t know what to do. For Santa brought me everything, I wrote and asked him to. Soon I will have my birthday, And I don ' t know any more Nice toys or books or other things To ask my parents for. PAULINE COLE, Form I. The Branksome Slogan 45 The Passins Parade From our vantage point at the end of the term of 1945-46, look back at all the dozens of events that have kept us hopping throughout the year, at all the hard work and groans and midnight oil, and think of the fun we have had. Fun? I should say! Clan games, recreational dancing, skating, basketball, the Masquerade — any number of other activities — have brought us (breathless and laughing through exams and rainy days alike, and left us at last, wishing for many more such good times in another year just as perfect. This year has seen two old traditions reinstalled — the Carol Service and the Gym Demonstration. Carols, in St. Andrews Church, were lovelier than ever before. A brand new touch was given to the pageant in the solos by Carol Chelew and Wilma Muirhead. The Gym Revue paraded by, to the strains of the bagpipes. Long hours of practising resulted in an almost perfect display of precision gymnastics, folk dancing, and marching, plus the Sports Parade and the Clan Games, additions to the regular features. Probably the mo«t popular number was the performance of the Cumt erland Reel and the Rye Waltz by a special group of fourth formers and boys from St. Andrews College ! The Operetta Cast 46 The Branksome Slogan Form plays, too, were especially well done. We all thoroughly en- joyed following- the sailors adventures in nkey Serenade , beating time to the slapstick songs in ' The Cotton Pickers minstrel show, and laughing at the antics of ' ' Elmer. The operetta, ' ' Jewel of the Desert was aibly performed under the direction of Miss Shaw. Judy Humph- ries as Caesar and Carol Massey as Cheeko nearly stole the show. The Arab chorus and the various dances lent added colour to the realistic acting and splendid singing of the cast. The Beta Kappa deserves congratulations for the wonderful Christmas dance and the At Home. Decorations were colourful candy canes, roly-poly snowmen, and a real live Christmas tree ; carica- tures of prominent girls about school adorned the gym walls during the big dance, in addition to large stands of enormous make-believe flowers and the usual red, green, black, and white streamers. Best of all, we went formal again at this first peacetime school dance; gay colours and full, floating skirts were the order of the night. In spite of certain difficulties, such as manoeuvring stairways with ease, we all agree that the At Home was really tops! This year, when Good Posture Week rolled around, the ominous sign, Watch out! ' G.P.W. is coming! carried no threat. For to us G.P.W. is now no sinster villain lurking in a dark corner, but the signal to straighten up and step out. And through the week we were reminded to keep erect by the song Are You a Camel? ; by red posture ribbons given to all, which, if lost through faulty posture, were pinned to the picture of a camel fastened to the bulletin board ; and iby warning signs and placards. Pasquale D ' Angel o gave a talk on posture. Courtesy Week was another movement in the school this year, which advocated politeness and good manners. Those found guilty of lack of courtesy were tried and convicted every morning. Two extremely inter- esting talks on this subject were given by Mrs. Brown and Jan Chamber- lain. Broadcasts over the Trans Corridor Network of the Branksome Broadcasting System were presented on Design for Listening. Through the year we were entertained by many varied stories, educa- tional programmes, and music. Our first and second ' basketball teams had a new experience when they went to Whitby to play the Ontario Ladies College in Branksome ' s first out-of-town game. Now that gas is once more unrationed. Clans- dale Heights, the school farm, welcomed us for the form picnics, and eager skiers spend many Saturdays and weekends there, shooting down trails and laboriously herringibone-ing up the steepest hills. The Branksome Slogan 47 The bulletin-boards, decorated each month in turn by the clans, have displayed more and more new and colourful ideas. In fact ' ' they get better each time! Though the school year is almost at an end, other milestones appear ahead to urge us on — the Fashion Show, the Graduation Dance, the Spring Festival, and the Prize Giving. We have sped, working and playing through event-crammed days and weeks and months, and we know that it is fun to be busy! Fun? I should say! ANNE BURTON, Form IV. BASKETBALL This fall, as in previous years, the Branksome girls ' fancy lightly turned to basketball. Not so light- ly, as a matter of fact, for there was hard work to be done. And work they did! It was not easy making the grade with so many competing, but those who were finally picked to represent Branksome in the 1945- ' 46 inter- school series were well rewarded. Although at the beginning of the THE FIRST BASKETBALL TE{AM Standing: J. Ross, L. Park J. Ferrabee, A. James. Sitting: D. Windeyer, M. Craig, S. Svence. 48 The Branksome Slogan season the scores were not what the teams had hoped they might be, the girls came through with ' flying colours. The four teams made a fair showing in the final count. Two events of special interest outside the series were the ' ' Brank- some Old Girls ' Game and the ex- pedition of our first and second teams to the Ontario Ladies Col- lege at Whitby. For the first time in many years the school team was victorious in the match with the ' ' old girls. It was the most exciting game of the year. At Whitby the spectators saw two evenly matched teams fight it out. It was only after a hard battle that Branksome ' s girls took the honours for both games. As well as the inter-school com- petitions there was also inter-clan and inter-form basketball for en- thusiasts. The Ross Clan was vic- torious in the inter-clan and inter- form games. First Team Forwards — A James, D. Windeyer, M. Craig, L. Park, E. Scott. Guards — J. Ross, J. Ferrabee, S. Spence, (captain). Second Team Forwards — A Hargraft, (captain) A. Hatch, H. DeNike. Guards— S. Dalton, C. Catto, P. Marlow, N. Inglis. SKIING Every Saturday morning as soon as the first flake of snow had fluttered down on Summit, Grey- hound buses, loaded to the racks with eighty enthusiastic skiers jolted up to Clansdale Heights. All thoughts of Latin and French soon vanished, for, after we had donned our skiis and tumbled down the first easy slope, we . discovered the horrors of Banana Skin Bend, Chien Chaud, Brown ' s Folly. Several hours later, nearly fam- ished, we directed our unruly pieces of hickory towards the farm where we were greeted with hot- dogs and steaming cups of cocoa. After lunch the day-girls struggled bravely up and down hills, through trees and bushes, until at last, ex- hausted but happy, they fell into the bus and headed back to civili- zation. Sixteen house-girls, however, had a different story, for they re- mained at the farm for the whole week-end. Dinner over, if stiU in one piece, we armed ourselves once again with the necessary eq- uipment and sallied forth — but this time we pulled toboggans. Sunday at 7.00 A.M. the fires were replenished and by 7.01 A.M. all were astir. We devoured our break- fasts and hastily set out to try, once more, our luck on the hazard- ous slopes. At four we packed our bags and bid farewell to Clansdale, silently vowing to master Mac ' s Misery the following Saturday — or die in the attempt! . . . And so The Branksome Slogan 49 our ski parties continued for eight jubilant weeks! P.S. And then of course St. Andrew ' s used the trails too! SWIMMING Swimming is always a favour- ite sport during the first and third terms. Would-be Branksome mer- maids were picked for the team. The meet was held at B.SjS. The inter-clan meet was a great success. The clothing obstacle race and the candle race added to the hilarity of the afternoon. Mac- Lean was the winner SPORTS DAY June 6, 1945, was a gala day for the more athletic Branksomites. That day our Annual Sports Day competitions were held. The spectators were very enthusiastic over the high jumping and broad jumping. Races, straight and form relays, held their own and pro- vided keen competition and fun. Our special guests for the after- noon were from The Home for Incurable Children. Practice for iSports Day, 1946, is well under way. THE SWIMMING TEAM Back Row: J. Ross, C. Catto, M. Dugdale, M. Senior, F. Dafoe, G, Li ons. S.tting: D. Windsyer, A. Zimmerman, E. Cruikshank, T. Steivart, S. Spence. 50 The Branksome Slogan SKATING Our main winter sport is skat- ing. Twice a week Varsity Arena is thronged with Branksomites doing ' ' figure eights and twirls. We had two colourful clan ice- meets with the clan standards marking the ends of the rink. A very special event in the second meet were solos, well executed by Tony Stewart, Mary Binnie and Maureen Senoir. the clan bowling series, MacGreg- or came first with Douglas second. In badminton many excelled. The inter-clan tournament was a round of exciting matches. Ross Clan came first in both the doubles and singles. The inter-school meet was a big event of the year with Haver- gal, B.S.S., St. Clements, and Branksome competing. BADMINTON AND BOWLING Badminton and bowling at St. Paul ' s this year has been very pop- ular. Many girls went over to practise for the tournaments. In VOLLEY BALL AND ARCHERY We took up Volley ball seriously this year; the inter-clan games pro- ved exciting. MacGregor was first and Ross came a close second. Archery was a favourite recrea- tion. Many Robin Hoods turned THE BADMINTON TEAM Left: D. Windeyer, J.Williams. Sitting: J. Ross, J. Ferrabee fRight: J. McColl, J. Hamilton. The Branksome Slogan 51 out and were all set for a tourna- ment, but the weather prevented it twice. They are hoping for bet- ter luck this term. TENNIS The tennis courts have been a scene of great activity in this the third term. The singles ' tourna- ment had many ex citing matches. Joan Ross is this year ' s champion. The doubles ' have not been com- pleted yet. The title is ' being keenly contested. LETTERS FROM HOLLAND During the long drag of the winter term, and on through the spring, Form IV A has plunged in- to an absorbing new activity — none other than correspondence with a group of Dutch high school students! When the first let- ters were sent on their long jour- ney to Holland, we had but vague recollections of wind mills, dykes, and tulips, Hans Brinker and Wil- liam of Orange to associate with that country. What a lot we have learned ! Everyone knows of the hard- ships Holland suffered under German rule and of the splendid spirit of the Dutch people, resist- ing their enemy in every possible manner. One boy wrote : ' Winter 1944-45 was a bad one, a very bad one. We had no food, no clothes, no light, no fuel, nothing at all . . . and our fathers and brothers and we had to work for the Germans. But we did not so. We fought to them underground — suddenly a German fortress disappeared, an officer was murdered, or a car de- stroyed. The Germans tried to punish us . . . but we went on, cold and hungry, but full of enthus- iasm. Such courage and forti- tude under such conditions are truly great. Those who think they are heavy- laden and staggering with school work, listen to this : I have, how- ever, little time for things like that (sports), for I study Mathe- matics, Algebra and Geometry, Mechanics, Physics, Chemistry, Botany and Zoology, History, Geo- graphy, English, French, German and Dutch. Any more com- plaints? Do not think, however, that life in Holland is just one continual round of study — it is not! As in Canada, there is a great interest in both classical and popular music. Dancing, festivals, and activities of all kinds, from gardening to photography make things hum. Bicycling is the vogue, (and also the chief means of transportation these days) . In spite of their old world background of windmills and wooden shoes, all the Hans ' and Jans ' are as up-to-date and modern as any Sinatra fan. And this international corres- pondence has more than one side. Dutch students are, in turn, learn- ing of Canadian life, gaining a practical knowledge of the English language, and perhaps more im- 52 The Branksome Slogan portant, adding to the strong feel- ing of amity and good will that exists between our country and theirs. As the months pass, and the friendly letters are exchanged, may welcoming voices cry out many times in many homes. Es is un brief von je nit Can- ada! — ' There is a letter for you from Canada! ' ' ANNE BURTON, Form IV. FLUFFY SUDS! Do you know that there is a soap shortage? No? Well, there is I The Household Science classes thought they would like to remedy this condition, so one day they made Fluffy iSuds. Ask VSP. if you want to know anything aibout them. Is there free alkali? But definately! Don ' t be embarrassed with lily white hands. Use Fluf fy iSuds and they ' ll turn a bright pink ! (Tune — Jingle Bells) Fluffy suds, fluffy suds, Make your hands bright pink! Use them on the dishes when You wash them in the sink! Fluffy suds. Fluffy suds. Use them every day ; Take a beater, beat them fast You ' ll have fluffy suds that stay! Suds so white, hands so pink, Undies dirty grey — Use fluffy suds to wash your duds. They ' re sure to melt away ! Fluffy suds, Fluffy suds. Fluffy morn and night; If your girdle doesn ' t fit And it is snug and tight. Use Fluffy suds, fluffy suds, Morning, noon and night; And you will have a three way stretch. That ' ll never fit you right. V SPECIAL Miss Claxton: Soot is a good re- ducing agent. J. Louden : I must try it sometime. The Branksome Slogan 53 FELLOWSHIP One of the Branksome extra-cur- ricular organizations is the Inter- School Christian Fellowship, com- monly known as the LS.C.F. This group meets one afternoon a week at No. 16 Elm for discussions and to hear speakers. Our special speakers this year have been varied and interesting, among these were: Miss E. M. Read, who opened our first meet- ing; Mr. Piltz, a Jewish Christian worker originally from Spain; Miss Cathie Niohol, leader of Pion- eer Camp ; Miss M. Fish from Van- couver; Miss Marjorie Windsor, who spent four years in a Japan- ese Consentration Camp ; Miss Dee Jenkins fom Texas; and Miss A. Doherty, who was sponsor of the LSjC.F. last year. At Christmas the whole group got together, some bringing their friends, and had a most enjoyable party. Miss Read, Miss Dee Jen- kins, and Miss Nichol were present and spoke briefly. The warm wea- ther was welcomed with a joint tea party of the LS.C.F. of four schools, and the summer with a picnic in North Toronto. GERDA MURRAY, President. O P H E L E O During the early years of the school the collections of the Opheleo were contributed to mission work in India. The first contributions went to the Ramabai Mission. Then we undertook the support of an orphan at Manmad, later on a teacher, and after that the maintenance of a Branksome Hall bed t the Women ' s Hospital at Ludhiana. However, it will be noted by the following report of the treasurer that we are now sending our donations over a much wider area — to China, to Africa, to Europe, and South America as well as our gifts to the underprivileged in Canada. This is in keeping with the changed character of the school as our girls now come from so many different parts of the world. We have found that assisting in missionary work in all the con- tinents has been of the greatest value to the Opheleo, indeed to every girl, and feel confident that in the years that lie ahead of us the girls will want to continue in this good work. JUNE MILLER 54 The Branksome Slogan 0 P H E L E 0 Treasurer ' s Report: Cash Received: Ramabai week $ 300.00 Carol service _ 226.00 Relief for Europe 20.00 Lenten Collections 269.00 Cash Paid Out: To Ramabai Mission $ 200.00 To Shalini, Indian orphan 50.00 Clarabai, Indian teacher 50.00 815.00 300.00 To University Settlement, Nathaniel Mission, Salvation Army, Soldiers ' , Sailors ' and Airmen ' s Assoc. Individual gifts 226.00 226.00 To Mme. Falticzek (relief for Europe) 20.00 20.00 To Ludhiana Mission 50.00 Africa 25.00 China 25.00 South America 25.00 Europe 25.00 150.00 $ 696.00 $ 696.00 Balance $ 119.00 We expect to take in $100.00 for summer holidays for underprivileged children. BARBARA HARGRAFT, Form V. The Branksome Slogan 55 56 The Branksome Slogan Form V Horoscope NAME YOU NOTICE Joan Aitken shiny black hair, smile Ruth Barnett that quizzical expression Nancy Benjamin her new frat pin Catherine Catto her pep Anne Cawthra sweetness Barbara Chisholm wide-eyed interest Joy Cleg-g earnestness Cynthia Dean her tricky pen Joan Ferrabee her curly hair Gretchen Gaebelein a surprised expression Jane Hamilton her big eyes and goggles Joyce Hassard naturally curl} hair Joan Hutcheson her trim figure Magaret Kyle the twinkle in her ej es Doreen Miller her laugh Joan Neilson that she is always around Wilma Nugent a long baby cut Joan Ross i..the smile that will get her anything... Jane Bankier that she loves tea parties Patricia Carrington earnestness Patricia Durrell those rubber cheques Helen German her curly hair, natural too ! Ruth Howison that she comes from ' ' Markham (north of Toronto that is) Jane Mack her gorgeous hair Mary Millar -her Dynamite nail polish Ruth Mitchell her squeaky laugh at 7.15 a.m. and 11.00 p.m _ Gerda Murray her Jamaican accent Joan Myrdon her Navy pin _ Judy Palmer the snap-shots on her mirror Martha Ryerson her paddy green shoes Nora Stratford her good natured laugh Lorna Tolmie short black hair Joian Warden her scholastic ability „ Mary Watson her grin Pat West her gentle smile Mary Liz White her absence Jean Wilkinson her black shiny hair Jean Winston her long lashes Virginia Carroill ' ' Who ' s got some cards? The Branksome Slogan 57 Form V Horoscope SHE IS PROBABLE FUTURE fun Indian Princess. always laughing Commedienne. always with M. L. White Rockette. a basketball fiend Physical Ed. doing what Barbara is doing Owning dogs and tweeds. a tennis whiz Marriage. always teaching tennis fox-hunting. always playing bridge matron in a boy ' s school. athletic enthusiast Ski champ. a Trig, expert President ' s wife. happy-go-lucky soap-box opera. a crack bridge player Trig, teacher. from Huntsville, of course! tax collectoT. Miss Craig ' s handyman artist. maths, fiend ballet dancer. explosive in chem journalist. always dreaming house-wife. energetic and so cute re-organizing, world affairs. always chatting physchologist. veiry talkative teacher. possessed with nixies a good time. lots of fun nurse. always popping buttons sewing buttons. quiet, at times working her way to Vancouver. blessed with curly hair Life with T.N.T. ever so full of energy occupational therapist. polite and kind ... biochemist. quiet but fun sailor ' s mate. understanding and charming Mrs. Bailey. always on the phone a giacious hostess to their friends. a grand girl ! research ! clever at school Toronto Symphony Orchestra. steady Latin teacher. happy-go-lucky ( ' ' How much wood would a wood-chuck chuck ) novelist. where Margie is . ..Principal of a school. always letter-WTiting letter-writing. effiGient business executive. depending on Latin research work. warbling a new song hit hard working house wife. 58 The Branksome Slogan Form V Horoscope NAME YOU NOTICE Claire Dibble cute sort of chuckle , Mary Dease that bee - -oo - - ti - -f ul diamond Elizabeth German Hi! kiddo Jean Hill .. ' Well kids, here ' s where I fail Marjorie Hill I ' ll just die if I don ' t get my French.. Elizabeth McCarthy the way she throws that volley ball around - June Pemberton I ' m sorry Miss Edmison, I ' ll bring it to-morrow Audrey Ross her dashing to Queen ' s Joan Soiutham her winding herself around a chair Inez Ritchie those darling little dimples Rosemary Hanna _ You can ' t go out in that thing! V Commercial Diana Beck the way she sticks up for what she wants - Bobbee Fleming that light in her eyes ... Judy Humphreys Mi31 Smile Ruth Jennings her marks Louise Park her red hair and what goes with it Betty Roiberts her voice Joian Rumley the nightly calls from Freddie Eileen Scott her nail file _ Janet Sinclair that yearning for the East Coast Barbara Stewart Stew Joan Walker her quiet and sweet nature Virginia Wood her, period!! V Special Constance Cunningham her exceptional height Nancy Anne Featherstone that catchy laughter Carol Massey that Jarvis pin Sheilagh O ' Reilly those hand-knit sweaters Mary Robertson that red hair Eleanor Wilson those bright blue eyes The Branksome Slogan 59 Form V Horoscope SHE IS PROBABLE FUTURE fond of egg diets and T.C.S soap box orator. bound to beat Culbertson at bridg-e ..wedded bliss, reminding you not to leave till yoiu ' ve finished cleaning the room diet of exhaustion. always woirking in slacks and sweaters trying to solve Einstein ' s theory. knitting sweaters for all her friends and relations seeking French scholarships. always ready and willing to lend a helping hand poet. lugging that suitcase everywhere...keeping her irons hot. always the belle of the ball social butterfly. agin ' skimpy kilts McGill ' s the place for her. quiet as a churdh mouse a little mother to the others. !!?? a second Sarah Bernhardt. V Commercial just one of our girls soap box in Hyde Park. sweet and shy marriage. VC ' s problem child fat boy ' s inspiratio ' n. sure and steady M.P. in love but oh, so in love a sailor ' s wife. friendly, a good pal a singing secretary. trying in vain to get rid of him promoter for ' her Pop ' s business (undertaker), a good kid manicurist. Stinky! Sinclair ' s Successful School for slim- ming. the life of our party The west a nest and? industrious a good mother. the last straw in Mrs. Phelps hay stack a stenographer? V Special always on the go cowhand. always worrying about her cakes Hollywood. always scattering her possessions, running Schiaparelli out of business. alv ays on the telephone librarian. always taking her time head of Mothercraft. always on the run Discovering the cure for cancer. The Branksome Slogan 61 Juniors 62 The Branksome Slogan The Adventures of a Mouse Father Tittle faced his family of young mice wearily. Children, he said ' ' Your mother and I are getting old. I can ' t provide for you, and Matilda, (with a glance at his wife), ' ' feels she can no longer sew, knit, and cook. Yes, Mother Tittle joined in, and I am afraid, dears, that, young as you are, you will have to go into the wide world and earn your living. Timothy, the youngest of the family, was very surprised when he heard this. He knew that little mice must, at some time, leave their home, but he had not known that they left when they were as young as Timothy. When he told his mother this, she said that he was young to leave home, but, as his father had told them, Timothy ' s parents could no longer provide for him. So the next morning, Timothy packed his bag, said Goodbye to his parents, and away he went. He wandered about the city, trying in many places for a job. After a day or two, he came to a school. Timothy said to himself with a gasp, Why, I haven ' t learned to read and write yet. I must enroll here at once. He found his way to the principal ' s office. He knocked at the door. Someone said, Come in. Timothy walked in, stood in front of the principal, and said, I want to learn to read and write. The principal, (Mr. Short-ears), asked him what his name was. Timothy replied, Timothy Jacob Long-tail Benjamin Tittle. Mr. Short-ears gravely wrote this down. The next morning the little mouse arrived early at school. A gang of older mice came up to him. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, said, Look here, you new guy, you ' ve got to learn our ways at this school. One of them is that you have to oibey my gang. He pointed to the boys behind him, then continued, Do you understand? You have to obey us, he repeated. The bully would have explained more in de- tail, had not the bell rung just then. The crowd of ' boys raced to class, Timothy with them. In school the little mouse tried to think why the boys wanted him to obey them. He finally concluded that it must be because his obedience would perhaps come in handy when the gang wanted to do something underhand. They might make Timothy do something they were afraid to do. The Branksome Slogan 63 After school that afternoon Timothy found out that other mice of his age had also been forced to obey the above-mentioned gang. ' ' They think they ' re the big fellows around here, one grunted. ' Well, I have a plan, said Timothy. The little fellow then pro- ceeded to tell the others of the plot. That night, Timothy, with a dozen other mice, appeared at the school. (Jim, the leader of the gang, was a boarder at the school.) In a breathless hush, five mice, Timothy included, crept through Jim ' s window. They were wrapped in sheets. They quietly awoke Jim. After stopping him from squeaking, and his tail from thumping, the ' ' ghosts spoke to him in ominous voices, saying that if he did not re- frain from his evil deeds something terrible would happen to him. Jim thought it was his Great-Grandfather ' s spirit with his friends. He, after being ordered, made a solemn promise never to be unkind to the younger mice again. So Timothy finished school in peace. EDITH THOMSON. Grade Six. Back Row: S. Mair, J. Jones, W. Meredith. Front Row: H, MaoPherson, J. Broughall, D. Walker. 64 The Branksome Slogan The Adventures of a Ten-cent Piece Good morning, fellow passengers. Ouch! That was a big one. I ' m sorry if I bumped you, because I am rather uneven on that side, owing to a large dint, which I received overseas. Excuse me, sir, I hope I am not intruding, but, could you tell us how you received your — er — wound? I was thus addressed by a very meek and humble halfpenny who was one of the many coins in the col- lection with me. I am a Canadian ten-cent piece journeying over the Atlantic on my way home. Well, I replied, very flattered by the attention of the youngster, It is rather a long story, but I will endeavour not to bore you. Here we go again, remarked a surly looking German franc. Hush, hush, do be quiet, remonstrated his neighbours, your turn will come. Ignoring this interruption, I began. I was given to a wealthy man at the bank and in his pocket book, with all the wads of bills, we were driven through the streets to a large, brilliant night club. He tossed me to a waiter, who had a pile of dishes, but the waiter didn ' t notice me, and I fell into a half-empty bowl of soup. I was very uncomfortable indeed, and hoped that I would soon be removed from my very damp quarters. Soon I heard a few rough words spoken and a sad little sniff. Suddenly the rather bedraggled little boy, who was doing the dishes, gave a little gasp of surprised delight. Quickly he slipped me into his pocket. As soon as he had finished the dishes he received his pay and hurried to a drug store to get medicine for his sick mother. I was used to pay for a box of cough drops that she needed badly. I was in the druggists ' cash drawer for many moons and had many interesting conversations. During a political discussion, I was taken out of the drawer and handed to a rather dirty but interesting tramp, who was begging at the door. As he was sauntering along the street, I could see ahead through a little hole in his pocket. I saw some rough village boys teasing and throwing stones at a poor little cringing dog. My friend, the tramp, rushed up and protected the dog, giving me to the boys to pay for it. The tramp could not afford to keep the little mon- grel, but at least he could take it to the Humane Society where it would be safe. Fortunately, I was not long with the boys, owing to a large hole in the pocket into which I was dropped. I lay quite a while in the street before a little girl picked me up and put me carefully into her purse. When she got home, she presented me shyly to her older brother, who was leaving for overseas. The Branksome Slogan 65 ' The trip to the fiont line was long and tiresome. I don ' t like to rememlber much aibout my war experiences. It was all shouts, sirens, din, and confusion. I do remember however, that in George ' s pocket I felt a sudden, sharp, pain in my side. How it hurts ! Later, I discovered it had been a small fragment of exploded metal, which caused quite severe flesh wounds. As I had been resting over the area of George ' s heart, you might say, that, in an indirect way, I had saved his life. ' ' Soon after that, I found the rest of you in this box and now, on George ' s release from hospital, we are all on our way home again. How true are the words — Home, sweet Home! ' ' HEATHER MoPHERSON, Grade Eight. The Greatest Scare I Ever Had In the 3 ear 1942 I was in Burma. One day I went out to do somo Christmas shopping with a Burmese school-mate. Her name is Violet Kebe-bor-nor. We went down-town in Daddy ' s car. The driver took us down-town, then he went back to Daddy ' s office. We soon heard lots of planes flying over us, but we still did not know what it was. Soon we saw something dropping, and all the people were shouting, running, crying-, and acting strangely. We thought it 66 The Branksome Slogan was so funny, but Violet said it might be Jap planes. Later we heard the air-raid siren and we knew it was Jap planes. We ran and jumped on the running board of a car, and we asked them to please take us out of town. He said that he would, and that was the manager of the South West Company in Burma. He let us off and we ran to hide in a zoo near the monkey cage by a big tree. After that we heard something make a queer sound. We were ready to run to another place because we were so scared that the tigers and lions would come out of their cages. The Jap planes dropped bombs for two and a half hours, and we had to hide three hours with the sun shining on us. So we took off our shoes and underwear, because it is just too hot to run with them on. But when we took our shoes off the ground was hot, we had to put them on again. In a little while we heard nothing but monkeys chatter- ing and tigers growling. We felt so scared, but then we heard the air- raid siren, and we knew it was over. We began to be hungry so we went to a drug store to phone Mummy, and she said for us to hide for one or two hours more because another group of planes were coming. After that we went back to get a drink and some sandwiches from the store free. They said we could take as many as we could carry so we took lots of them to feed the monkeys for a few minutes. Then the planes came back again and we still hid in the same place. This time the bombing was worse. All the houses and trees were burning. People were still crying and shouting. It looked very, very sad. We had two nice little dogs to keep us company at the zoo. The moon arrived and the skies were dark. Then the planes started to fly away again. We phoned back home and the driver drove the car to get us. On our way home w e could see blood flowing on the streets just like rain on a stormy day. Parts of bodies were hanging all around on the trees and wires. We got home safely at last, but we did not have any Christmas with us. Many people came to our garden to hide because we had a huge garden, and lots of trees. We had guns and watchmen with us for the night. We only stayed there for three weeks more, then we went to Chungking because there are nice huge dug-outs there. They are made of mountains. MILLICENT HSIUNG, Grade Eight. The Branksome Slogan 67 JUNIOR SPORTS OF 1946 The sports of 1946 were very successful and well organized. Everyone took part and enjoyed themselves. Each week the Clans Chieftains of the Robertson, the Grant, and the Bruce kept an account of the people going to games. At the end of the week the clan with the highest total had their name writ- ten on a shield in the gymnasium. This made each person try to help their clan by going to games. The clans were very close, sometimes only one mark which made the winning clan rejoice. The chief Autumn sport was basketball. A team was made up of Grade 7 and 8 girls to play other school teams. There were six forwards, Jane Bradshaw, Shir- ley Mair, Heather McPherson, Alison Roach, Daphne Walker, and Barbara Weiss. The guards were : Johanna Broughall, Eve Cassels, Ann Gilday, Geraldine Jephcott, Joan Macohin and Ann Russel. Our proctors, Anne James and Alma Hatch gave up much of their time to coach us and make basket- ball a success. The winter found everyone skiing and tobogganing at the Deacon ' s and skating at the Varsity Arena twice a week. This year there was a skiing expedition to the Branksome Farm at Sum- mit. Diana Windeyer gave classes in tap-dancing once a week and Judy Godfrey was in charge of the tumbling class. In the spring and summer other proctors from Forms II and III came over and managed softball, swimming, tennis, and broad and high jumping. We are going to enter the sports day contests and the swimming meet. The older juniors are prac- tising for the tennis tournament and the soft ball team. All had loads of fun this year at sports and games. DAPHNE WALKER, EVE CASSELS. 68 The Branksome Slogan JUNIOR LIBRARY Some very good ' books have been added to our library this year. They were donated by the folJow- ing: Heather McPherson. Nancy McCutcheon. Tanya Patterson. Jennifer Jones. Maureen Senior. Karol Fraser. Gwendolyn Hsuing. Jane Henderson. Adrienne Boone . Caroline Thornton. Jane Campbell. Elizabeth Richardson. Susan Richardson Judy Lovering. Wendy Rogers. Carol McGregor. Bonita Hsinng. Anne Gilday. Charlette Campbell. Jane Wilcox. Daphne Walker. Millicent Hsinng. Judy Silverman. Judy iStewart. Hugheen Cree. Hilary Warren. Wendy Meredith. Gail Purdy. Joy Cassals. Tony Stewart. Beverly Graham. Mary Barnett. Ma rtha Clarke. THE BUNNY Silently as the night goes past A little bunny hops through the long grass. He ' s cute and fuzzy, round and fat, And his ears stand straight as a jaunty hat. He has a red nose that wiggles so fast And little white teeth that show when he laughs. His tail is round and short enough To be nicely used for a powder puff. He lives on grass, lettuce, and leaves And loves to chew the bark off trees. A hole in the ground is where he is found — He disappears fast when he hears you around. JOYCE WILSON, Grade 5. The Branksome Slogan 69 ALUMNAE Regular sewing meetings have been held during the year and thougn the attendance has not been large a good deal of work has been accom- plished under the able direction of Daisy Robertson Gall. A most delightful tea and sale, under the convenorship of Florence Kingsley Bastow, was held in November. In spite of a very wet day the Alumnae turned out in force and helped to make the event a success. Miss Read ' s annual dinner was held May 4th. The hig ' hlight of the occasion was the presentation, by Daisy Robertson Gall on behalf of the Alumnae, of a lapel watch to mark the completion of Miss Read ' s for- tieth year at Branksome. Louise Jamieson who, as a nursing sister, sav service in South Africa and Italy during the war gave a very interesting account of her experiences. Dorothy Hoyle moved a vote of thanks to Louise. At the business meeting which followed reports were read by the Secretary, Delphine Burr Keens, the Treasurer, Rhoda McArthur and the Sewing Convenor, Daisy Robertson Gall. The retiring president, Gladys Simpson Brown, was in the chair and Grace Morris Craig moved a hearty vote of thanks to her for her splendid leadership. Nominations for officers for 1946-47 resulted in the election of the following: — Honourary President — Miss Read. President Madeleine Rogers Peers. First Vice-President — Grace Morris Craig. Second Vice-Presi- dent—Joan Peat. Secretary — Delphine Burr Keens. Treasurer — Rhoda McArthur. Sewing Convenor — Marjorie Evans Britt. Social Con- venor — Beatrice Martin Calvert. Slogan Representative — Ainslie Mc- Michael. DELPHINE BURR KEENS, Secretary 70 The Branksome Slogan Personals Miss Read gave a luncheon at the Windsor Hotel, Montreal, last Novemlber for the alumnae living in the metropolis. Those present were: — Helen Simpson Walker, Margaret Kingston McCombe, Rosalind Morley MacEwen, Ann Irwin Varcoe, Dorothy Strong Turner, Beatrice Rou ' gih, Oharlotte Bishop Millen, Kathleen Wilson Leslie, Dorothy and Peggy Gait, Eilaine Enderby Fallows, Katharine Beach MacAdam, Betty Sparks Harriso ' n, Grace Greer Grindley, Lois Rapley Floud, Daphne Hodgson, Margaret Drew Graham, Eleanor Mackay Coffey, Florence Drury Boucher, Marjorie Franklin Jones Bruce, Rosamund McCoy But- ler, Isabel Earl, who is at Macdonald College, Betty and Nancy Jack who are sojourning in Hudson, P.Q. and attending Macdonald, Jean Fleck Barclay whose daughter, Joan, was married to Mr. J. W. R. Drum- mond, in May. Ethel Twedell Cartmel, Lillian Mitchell Blair, Margaret Barrett Eldridge, Marjorie McLaughlin Sharpe who is living in Bea- consfield and Marjorie Apedaile Jack who is at home in Pointe Claire. Betty Williamson, Sally Pitfield, Noreen Emory, Althea McCoy, Hazel Parry, Mary Powell, Cherry MacGregor, Ruth Harris, Noreen Emory and Mary Hansen. The last ten are attending McGill, as are Marilyn Hogarth, and Jane Hill. Helen Gilmour Kydd also attended. Jean Plaunt and Joan Marlow are at the University of British Columbia, Joan Frankel is at the University of Washington, St Louis and Joyce Frankel chose to go to Smith College, Northampton, Mass. Dorothy Jennings is attending the Philadelphia School of Occupational Therapy, Helen Ingersoll is at Oarsan Newman College, Jefferson City, Tenn., and Cynthia Maxwell will eventually graduate from Wells. Mar- jorie Archibald is at Dalhousle and Elaine Goodeve, Margaret Hockin and Brenda Bruce are students at the University of Western Ontario, from which college Elizabeth Prudham will graduate this May. Grace Cawthra and Lois Landreth are at McMaster. The folio-wing have just completed their first year at the University of Toronto: — Mary and Dorothy Robinette, Joan Peat, Mary Ritchie, Nancy Charles, Margaret McKelvey, Virginia Tory, Nancy Trees, Mary Alice Burton and Ann Woodrow. Ruth Alison was in first year, pre- medical. Penelope Waldie is taking a librarian ' s course at this univer- sity and Elizaibeth Blackstock is a candidate in the course of art as applied to medicine. Those graduating include, Thelma Kerr, Jocelyn Hodge, Sheila MacQueen, Jean Seifert, Betty Sherman, Jean Sieveright, Elizabeth Falconer, Marion Cosford, and Alice Cochrane. Dorothy Man- sell is registered in the Physiotheraphy course and Brigit Gregson is at the school of Physical and Health Education. Orde Skeeles, who is in The Branksome Slogan 71 her second year in this course, won a scholarship last year. Audrey Joy Lyons, who was a Wren during the war years, is taking post grad- uate work in psychology at Toronto University. Elizaibeth Capener is at London University taking medicine and Margaret is at Exeter in the science course. Brigid Hayden entered Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford on a scholarship. Rachael Rutter is in Lyons, France, studying French and taking a course in Domestic Science. A Sewing Group of the Alumnae Sybilla Johnson passed the first year at the Ontario College of Art with hono ' urs and won a prize. Joan Chalmers was also successful in passing in this same class. Muriel Sinclair is nursing in a naval hospital at Wilhelmshaven, Germany and Ruth Becker Hughes is a chemist with UNRAA in China. Helen Senneck is with this same organization in Washington in which city Gwen De Mont is a secretary at the British Embassy. Irma Brock 72 The Branksome Slogan Marik is also in the United States capital. Her huslband is at the Hun- garian Legation. Irma spent most of the war years in Hungary and was in Buda Pesth during the terrible seven weeks siege when that city was practically destroyed. Margaret Kroehle spent the winter in Dachau, Germany with the American Red Cross, she is captain of her group. An article written by her, aibout the change in Dachau conditions since the allied occupa- tion, was printed n a numlber of newspapers throughout the United States. Louise Stewart was in the nursing service of the American navy during the war, she is now at college in the States for further study. Margaret Baker Du Bois is assistant director of the Medical College of Virginia. Miriam Perry graduated last June from St. Joseph ' s Hospital and Maisie Mehlentoacher is a nurse in training at the Hamilton General Hospital. Mary Kinnear is a dental nurse, and Patricia Gundy is in a doctor ' s office in the Medical Arts. Nancy Watson has a position in the Military Hospital, Quebec City. Lois Sutton is a laboratory technican at the Royal Victoria Hospital, Montreal. Sheila McCloughry is in train- ing in the radiography department of the Middlesex Hospital, England, and ElizaJbet h Busk is doing radio work at a Signals Research Depot in Great Britain. Helen Allan is an occupational therapist in a Vancouver Hospital. Bessie Storey Cole is living in Mexico City. Zillah Caudwell Mac- Farlane, Anne Wilks McGuire, Jane Ross Webster, Shurley Dickson, Helen Sutherland and Nancy Stirrett Renison are to be found in Mon- treal. Joan Romeyn Birnie and Barbara Powis Michell are living in Beioeil, P. Q. Carol Hendry Duffus is at home in Halifax and Patricia Whittall Weeks in Darmouth, Nova Scotia. Phyllis Becker is at pres- ent in Toronto with the Red Cross. Dorothy Pattison Forsythe and Grace Bone Collinson have joined the Ottawa Alumnae. Jean Lander Dick is in Sudbury, Mary Percy Wunker in Miners ' Bay and Barbara Wheel- wrig ' ht Gibson in Regan, Ont. Nancy Sparks Blower has moved to Streetsville. Adberta Lehm.ann Doan and Virginia Lee Prince are living in Winnipeg. Helen Plaunt Vollans is at home in Orillia and Lillian Kribs Mackenzie is now in Walkerton. Marion McLaren Armstrong has left Montreal to live in Oakville. Dorothy Apedaile Wyllie may be ad- dressed Corner Brook, Newfoundland. The following are living in British Columlbia: — Donna Tisdall Selkirk on Savoury Island, Marion Armitage Corless, Prince George, Mary Bankier Angas, Victoria and Ruth Running Tarbox, Vancouver. The Branksome Slogan 73 In Connecticut, are Barbara Martin Bensen in New Canaan and Mary Harrison Barnett in New Haven. Charlotte Deacon Alley lives in Brooklyn, N.Y., and Barbara Rawlinson Holwell in Springfield, Mass. Janet Garfield Brown is in Church Falls, Va. Cynthia Gooding is in New York where she has an interesting radio job with WOV. Margaret Eaton Dunn sailed in November for England where she will make her home in the capital. In that same month Katharine Whitehead Lamprey flew to Great Britain to join her husband in Swan- sea, Wales. Helen Anderson Magnusson is in Petia, Sweden, within the Arctic Circle. Sally Morton Monceaux came from Trinidad to spend the winter in Toronto. Friends of Kathleen Hinch will be glad to knoAv that her parents, who were interned in Singapore and Sumatra respectively, survived their ordeal. Mr. and Mrs. Hinch spent part of the winter in Toronto and sailed for Singapore in May. Laura Aitken Ramsay ' s son is Head Boy at Eton. Jean Stirling is teaching gymnasium at The Central High School of Commerce, Toronto, while Nancy Fairley is at the Hamilton Y.W.C.A. Helen Hawks has a position in a nursery school. Dorothy Hoyle is assoc- iate director of Gay Venture, a camp for girls and young boys sit- uated at Lochlin, Ont. Mary Jean Hall is studying dress designing. Norma Whelan Coleman was recently elected vice-president of the Toronto branch of the Red Cross Society, and Jessie Wright Evans ' ap- pointment as Commandant of the re-organized general detachment, Toronto branch, Canadian Red Cross Corps, was confirmed in March. Ethel Wadge Maclennan came from Fort William, last June to at- tend the Annual Meeting of the Girl Guide Association held in Toronto. Leonore Kinghorn was in Montreal in March representing the Beta Chapter at the anniversary banquet and dance of Alpha Omicron Pi Fra- ternity, McGill University. Grace Despard Grant and Diana Spencer figured in the New Year Hono ' urs ' list, the former being awarded the M.B.E. and the latter, a Wren, was commended. Mizpah Sussex Lithgow spent some weeks in California this winter, and Margaret Trott Pope and Marilyn Heintzman visited this same state in April. 74 The Branksome Slogan Lorraine WhaJen, w ' ho is studying vocal in New York, made her first Town Hall appearance, April 27th, 1946. Portia Butt ' s contralto voice won second place in the division in which she competed at the Kiwanis Music Festival held in February. Aleen Erb Goetchius is on the board of the Washington (D.C.) National Symphony Orchestra. Jane Anne Rees took a leading part in the play ' Tobias and the Angel, which the Community Players produced in February. Lulu Colquhoun Bray who lives in San Francisco is writing under the pen name of Louise Kenton Bray. Margaret Wilkinson spoke to the girls now at the school aibout the work of Bolton Camp. S ' hirley Halsted was with the Ice Follies of 1946 which came to the Maple Leaf Gardens in Fe bruary. She and another girl did a ' ' pair . One newspaper critic said: — In personal beauty, in speed, smoothness and grace these young skating stars skim through one of the most bril- liant pair numbers in the show. Shirley appeared also in two other numbers. Rosemary McDonald was presented with several prizes at the Skating Club in March, she is Junior Singles Ladies ' Champion. Helen Borrett, Mary Jean Hall, Mary Percy Wunker, Helen Turner, Irma Brock Marik, Phyllis West Sutherland and Frances Chase are latest additions to the Life Membership List of the Alumnae Association. In the residence are the daughters of Madeleine Rogers Peers, Ali- son Bristol Vipond, Helen McAulay Wright, Beatrice Smith Donald Marion Stodart Smith, Trembeth Luke Doty, Evelyn Hearst Gilley, Audrey Hewitt Massey, Helen Hall Russell and Kathleen Cahill Bankier. In the day school are the children of Dorothy Rason Lyon and Gertrude McQuigge Thorn, and a kinswoman and kinsman of Miss Scott ' s. The following out of town ' ' Old Girls visited the school, Agnes Campbell Heslip, Irlma Kennedy Jackson, Catherine Davison Rooke, Margaret Speers Murchison, Peggy Hodge Hand, Jean Campbell, Janet Brown Rumble , Betty Smith Tiller, Helen Jarvis Anderson, Hazel Wil- kinson Flavelle, Charlotte Ward Hardyment, Margaret Morton Light- bourn, Elaine Goodeve and Mary Lou Glenn. The Branksome Slogan Marriages 1945 Marion Armitage to John D. Corless, May 5th. Gwynneth Sinclair to Charles Wm. Powell, May 12th. Ann Irwin to Robert W. Varcoe, May 26th. Thoedosia Burr Pitman to James Schnepp, June 2nd. Kathleen Burroughs to John E. Gulledge, June 8th. C ' harlotte Deacon to John L. Alley, June 9th. Patricia Hdbbs to John M. Dyke, June 9th. Ruth Stevens to John P. MacBeth, June 16th. Helen Shearme to William G. Kerr, June 16th. Mary Harrison to Thos. A. M. Barnett, June 19th. Kathleen Woodcock to Wm. Herbert Swetman, June. Lillian Mitchell to Robert Wm. Blair, June. Aileene Marks to Maurice J. Clausen, June. Christine Pearse to Gordon Mac C. Karn, June 30th. Mary Bankier to Ian Angus, June 30th. Brenda Cruikshank to George Reid, July 5th. Nancy Pattison to Ian Lorne Campbell, July 17th. Katharine Whitehead Harris to Glyn Lamprey, July 19th. Eleanor Lyle to Charles R. Somerville, July 24th. Barbara Wheelwright to Thomas Gibson, July 31st. Carol Hendry to Allan F. Duffus, August 3rd. Lois Fleming to Jack F. Hastings, August 4th. Frances Butterfield to William C. Price, August 10th. Margaret Drew to H. Campbell Graham, August. Margaret Muir to David W. Kennard, August 25th. Anne Wilks to Thos. Claude McGuire, August 30th. 76 The Branksome Slogan Gwen Norman to John N. Poyser, Septemlber 15th. Marjorie Uglow to W. F. Kinnear. ' Margaret Graftom to John G. Ross, September 22nd. Helen McGormick to Thos. C. Gordon, October 6th. Margaret Eaton to J. Hmbert Dunn, October 13th. Helen Plaunt to Morris H. Vollans, October 2()th. Frances Tresidder to John M. Read, Novemibe ' r 1st. Stella McEvoy to Leslie Olivere, November 1st. Sarah Lee Moxley to Wm. Jas. Francis, November 10th. Phyllis Wright Watson to Alan J. Cullen, November 17th. Jane Ross to Donald Webster, November 24th. Nancy Stirrett to Geo. E. B. Renison, December 15th. Katharine Kemp to Michael R. Tidy, December 15th. Peggy Phair to Wm. Walter Drinkwater, DecemJber 15th. Elizabeth Matchett to John G. McClelland, December 15th. Mary Shields to Wm. John Shields, December 19th. 1946 Barbara Martin to Albert Van V. Benson, January 12th. Elizabeth Henry Dunn to John Chas. Boyer, January 12th. Barbara Rawlinson to Chas. Wm. Holwell, February 9th. Joy Ferguson to John G. Housser, February 16th. Georgina Sylvester Ellis to William J. J. Butler, February 18th. Ruth Running to John Wm. Tarbox, March 11th. Barbara Conway to John P. S. Mills, March 16th. Haldane Goodeve to Chas. Douglas Hutchins, March 23rd. Barbara Kennedy to Roy P. Pennington, March 23rd. June McBride to Keith D. McCord, April 6th. Diana Spencer to Kenneth L. Dyer, April 17th. Marnie Milner to David Jas. Kerrigan, April 20th. Johanne Lockhart to Joihn C. L. Annesley, April 20th. Dorothy Caley to Arthur 0. Klein, April 20th. Mary Kingsmill to Peter W. Spragge, April 24th. Margaret Earl to Andrew A. Wedd, April 27th. Gwendolyn Plant to Frederick A. Hambley, May 4th. The Branksome Slogan Births 1945 Peggy Moseley Robertson, a daughter, March 19th. Helene Pattison Boultfoee, a daughter, April 1st. Helen Laing Spinks, a daughter, April. Virginia Lee Prince, a daughter, April 26th. Margaret Beck Margeson, twin daughters. May 7th. Florence Downing Fleury, a daughter. May 9th. Katherine Dawson Warren, a son. May 11th. Sylvia Cayley Crosthwait, a son. May 13th. Sylvia Greenshields Blakeley, a son. May 15th. Grace Innes Plaxton, a daughter, May 18th. Joyce Caudwell Stewart, a daughter. May 17th. Jean McCormick Vanstone, a daughter, June 1st. Gwen Millar Berry, a son, June 1st. Margaret Mickle Allan, a son, June 1st. Nora Brown Kellam, a son, June 2nd. Jean Mcintosh Tamtolyn, a son, June 6th. Barbara Powis Michell, a son. Peggy Marshall Buchannan, a son, June 12th. Helen Hunter McQuigge, a son, June 14th. Gretchen Heyd Hancock, a daughter, June 23rd. Mary Gooderham Mathes, a daughter, June 24th.  Jean Mcintosh Swinden, a daughter, June 24th. Jean Sutherland Boyd, a daughter June 24th. Janet Davidson Omand, a daughter, July 9th. Jean Nathanson Levin, a daughter, July 9th. Arnold Gooderham Willoughby, twin sons, July 31st. Katharine Scott West, a daughter, August 7th. Joan Hutchinson Morcom, a daughter, August 10th. Helen Co nway 0 ' Conner, a daughter, August 10th. Kathleen Wilson Leslie, a daughter, August 11th. Beatrice Johnston Lewis, a daughter, August 11th. Kathleen Rowe Anderson, a son. Nancy Dibblee McLean, a son, August 15th. Suzanne Sweatman McNeillie, a daughter, August 21st. Susan Davis Hunt, a daughter. Edith Merrill Sheppard, a daughter, September 15th. Helen Hendry Creighton, a son, September 18th. Gertrude McQuigge Thom, a daughter, September 20th. Lillice Read Le Roy, a son, September 26th. Frances Tilton Pattison, a daughter, September 28th. 78 The Branksome Slogan Jean Lander Dick, a son, Octoiber 5th. Lois Rapley Floud, a daughter, October 15th. Grace Wheelwright Keefe, a daughter, Octoiber 17th. Shirley Ross Goldsmith, a daughter, November 1st. Marion Lumbers Gibson, a son, November 8th. Margery Crawford Spratt, a son, November lOth. Wilma Bate Smith, a son, November 18th. Jacqueline Northway Ashdown, a son, December 10th. Elizabeth Alport Baby, a daughter, December 13th. Mary Holme Stewart, a son. December 15th. Barbara Ann Boland Hynes, a son, December 15th. Helen Spencer Hughes, a daughter, December 21st. Gwynneth Sinclair Powell, a son, December 24th. 1946 Florence Eraser Drew Smith, a son, January 11th. Margaret Sorenson Rayner, a daughter, January 15th. Daphne Mitchell Savage, a daughter, January 23rd. Betty Earl Groff, a son, January 23rd. Constance Pringle Wright, a son, January 23rd. Dorothy Clark Robb, twin daughters, January 27th. Marjorie Apedaile Jack, a daughter, January 30th. Leone Comstock Northup, a son, February 11th. Mary Morley Anderson, a son, February 26th. Helen Holmes Gadban, a son, March 4th. Amy McLean Stewart, a son, March 6th. Kathleen Burroughs Gulledge, a daughter, March 7th. Mary Clare Moss, a daughter, March 8th. Helen Shearme Kerr, a son, March 8th. Cathleen Clark Hooper, a daughter, March 10th. Patricia Whittall Weeks, a daughter, March 22nd. Neva Jones Watson, a son, March 30th. Elaine Enderby Fallows, a son, April 1st. Betty Flavelle Love, a son, April 5th. Dorothy Hewetson Leonard a daughter, April 8th. Marion O ' Hara Crysdale, a son, April 30th. The Branksome Slogan 79 Deaths 1945 Beverley, daughter of Betty Rutherford Ward, June 19th. Son of Jane Ryan McDonald, July 8th. Frederick S. L. Lane, husiband of Esther Eddis Lane and father of Eleanor Lane Adams, August 28th. 1946 Frederick Baker, husband of Nancy Macleod Baker, January 15th. Alex. Bell Thomson, husband of Frances Wiser Thomson, February 28th. STAFF Births To Mr. and Mrs. K. D. C. Haley (Miss Charlotte CoonDbs), a son. May 28th, 1945 To Mr. and Mrs. Adelibert Chipman (Miss Betty de Witt), a son, July 1945. To Mr. Justice and Mrs. Keiller Mackay (Miss Katharine Macleod) a son, December 20th, 1945. To Mr. and Mrs. Wm. C. Kennedy (Miss Winifred McEvoy), a son, January 21st., 1946. M iMemonam Jean Stark Trees, August 7th, 1945. Dora Adams Hare, Septemiber 13th, 1945. Millicent Boyd Rdbson, October 4th, 1945. Lois Howard Armstrong, February 11th, 194G. Joan Knowles, April 17th, 1946. 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Solicitors and executives of Trust Companies, commercial and industrial firms, and public bodies continuously call upon us for advice in solving problems beyond the range of their individual practice. From our comprehensive experience throug ' hout Canada we are constantly finding solutions to the problems that are equitable and satisfactory to all concerned. We invite consultation when the need arises. W. H. BOSLEY CO. TORONTO 1 28 ADELAIDE ST. WEST — WA. 1031 • Neckwear • Handbags • Gloves • Hosiery • Lingerie • Blouses • Sweaters © Skirts • Sportswear The Branksome Slogan 95 ENQUIRIES INVITED CUPS AND TROPHIES SPORTS PRIZES MEDALS AND PLAQUES COLLEGE AND CLASS PINS RINGS, LAPEL BUTTONS DANCE FAVORS, ETC. BIRKS - ELLIS - RYRIE Jewellers - Silversm, iths Yonge at Temperance TORONTO 96 The Branksome Slogan Clifton Limited Toronto It ' s Results That Count— When You Want to BUY When You Want to SELL When You Want INCOME S. E. LYONS Limited Business and Industrial Real Estate Building Managers Realtors 347 Bay Street, Toronto AD. 3282 The Branksome Slogan 97 COMPLIMENTS OF ilttdurattce €omp« nij GRADUATE FIRST . . an d tk en T)rain or a MuHne i Career THE SHAW WAY Choose a Business Career. Make sure now that the period of reconstruction finds you ready and trained to step into your opportunity. Young people will be required to fill ofiice positions which lead to well-paid appointments as Business Executives, Secretaries, Accountants, Office Managers. We invite you to enquire about the various Shaw Courses in Business Training. Here are a few of the SHAW Courses : Shorthand Bookkeeping Banking Typewriting Higher Accounting Commercial Office Training Secretarial Law Phone, co or wrife for FREE fioofc ef — ' Vp with the Times to SHAW SCHOOLS—Head Office. 1130 Bay St., Toronto Kl. 3165 SHAW SCHOOLS 98 The Branksome Slogan Carnahan ' s ' ' Toronto 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.) HYiand 1145 WONDER BREAD and CAKE Baked by WONDER BAKERIES LIMITED 183 DOVERCOURT RD., TORONTO 3 Lombard 1192 The Branksome Slogan 99 Queeiisdale 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 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 Frant Street East TORONTO ELgin 0121 100 The Branksome Slogan I TELEPHONE: Midway 5252 Whitewood ' s Riding School R. E. WHITEWOOD, 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 CLEANLINESS WILL ADD SMARTNESS TO YOUR PROPERTY STERILIZED WIPING CLOTHS RUBBERSET PAINT BRUSHES MOP WRIN GERS FLOOR BROOMS CHAMOIS MOPS STEEL WOOL PAPER TOWELS, TOILET TISSUES ETSOL CLEANING COMPOUNDS LIQUID SOAPS AND DISPENSERS JOHNSON ' S INDUSTRIAL FLOOR WAXES HAMILTON BROS. 26 SOHO STREET - ELgin 7423 TORONTO Industrial and Building Maintenance Supplies The Branksome Slogan 101 HEINTZMAN Makers of FINE PIANOS for over 95 years SHEET MUSIC — REiCORDS HEINTZMAN CO. 195 Yonge St. - Toronto Jewellers for more thdn 75 years Kents I T E D 144 YONGE ST. Compliments of A Friend 102 The Branksome Slogan 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 hand ' s between your first and last salary cheque. How much will you keeip — for your own security and for your oblig-ations? Many young- people have found the solution in a Commercial Life Re- tirement Income Bond. THE COMMERCIAL LIFE ASSURANCE COMPANY OF CANADA Head Office: 3.50 Bay St., Toronto J. W. GLENWRIGHT, E. S. H. SHAVER, Managing Director. Secretary. PITMAN SHORTHAND SIMPLEST SWIFTEST SUREST REINFORCED REFILLS 4 TIMES STRONGER NO LOST NOTES NO TORN SHEETS SAVES TIME AND TEMPER MADE EXCLUSIVELY BY W. J. GAGE CO. LIMITED TORONTO staWtstjcb 1797 COOLING GALLERIES FINE PAINTINGS Biiks-Ellis-Ryrie Building TORONTO 92 New Bond Street LONDON The Branksome Slogan 103 Nadine Angstrom HAND WOVEN GOODS KNITTING WOOLS GIFTS • OAKVILLE - ONTARIO Tel. 260 l fje intercsitrng (NEAR RED CROSS HDQTS.) 32 Bloor Street East • Do you want the unusual and in- expensive in Jewelry (especially earrings, pendants and bracelets)? Keep coming to the shop that has bloomed into fascination I Dependable Watch Repairs. Co WITH COMPLIMENTS OF THE VARSITY ARENA COMPLIMENTS OF G. TAMBLYN LIMITED I 45 Retail Drug Stores in Toronto Stores also in: HAMILTON— GUELPH— KITCHENER STRATFORD— BRANTFORD— LONDON ST. CATHARINES— WINDSOR CHATHAM—OSHAWA— NIAGARA FALLS—KINGSTON— OTTAWA PETERBOROUGH SARNI A— BARRIE CORNWALL and OWEN SOUND 104 The Branksome Slogan INSURANCE in the best British and Canadian Companies FIRE PLATE GLASS THEFT (Residence) BURGLARY AUTOiMOBILE LIABILITY TOURIST BAGGAGE JEWELLERY AND FURS ALL RISK FLOATERS Etc. Geo. R. Hargraft Co. 49 Wellington St. E., Taronto Telephone: ELgin 8101 Compliments of S. Godfrey Ltd, 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 1, ONT. ROHER ' S BOOK SHOP 15 BLOOR ST. W. KI. 3425 All the latest BOOKS SCHOOL SUPPLIES FOUNTAIN PENS AND PENCILS COSTUME JEWELLERY GREETING CARDS For all occasions. The Branksome Slogan 105 A. M. SHOOK CO. INSURANCE IN ALL BRANCHES Fire Liability Accident 802 NORTHERN ONTARIO BUILDING Toronto, Ont. Phone AD. 3469 Brug tore BLOOR and SHERBOURNE STS. TORONTO Phone RAndolph 4165 Harry T. Munro FLOWER SHOP 822; , YONGE STREET AT CUMBERLAND Toronto _ O -— MEMBER OF FLORIST TELEGRAPH DELIVERY ASSOC. — O — Phone: KIngsdale 1144-5 — O — Residence: LOmbard 7000 INVIGORATES NOURISHES and SUSTAINS ROBERTSON S MALTED MILK CHOCOLATE BAR • ROBERTSON BROTHERS Limited TORONTO : CANADA Sole Manufacturers 106 The Branksome Slogan 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 AYJE. WEST LA. 3143 Distinguished Appearance ■ • • The distinguished ap- pearance of custom- tailored clothes is not accidental. It is the natural result of master- designing, precise indi- vidual fitting and superb workmanship. SKITCH CLOTHES 9 ADELAIDE ST. E. ELgin 4763 CLUB COFFEE COMPANY COFFEE ROASTERS TEA BLENDERS 240 Church St. Telephone : Toronto ELgin 1161 COMPLIMENTS OF WRIGHT ' S MEAT MARKET 631 ST. CLAIR WEST TORONTO The Branksome Slogan 107 THE CAMP FOR JACK AND JILL • • • in the Caledon Hills For Boys and Girls between four and nine years of age Phone or write to Camp Director: MISS OLWEN WILLIAMS July 1 9 - August 3 1 st, 1 946 Kindergarten Teacher, Branksome Hall or Two Periods of 3 weeks. 24 Elm Ave., Toronto Ml. 0842 helen miller ' s Beauty Salon Stylists in Permanent Waving, Finger Waving, Marcelling and All Beauty Culture 368 BLOOR EAST Near sherboume) Latest Equipment RA. 7273 New Appointments Winona flowers 413 BLOOR ST. EAST Phone RA. 2303 Member of the F.T.D.A. The Gift and Toy Shop 96 BLOOR ST. WEST TOYS GAMES BOOKS GIFTS Specializing in Dolls ' House Furniture Cards for All Occasions MARION C. GAIRNS M. DONALD SMELLIE 108 The Branksome Slogan COMPLIMENTS OF George Rathbone Lumber Company Limited 10 NORTHCOTE AVENUE — TORONTO, ONT. FINEST QUALITY FRESH FRUITS AND VEGETABLES S. LIGHTFOOT SON LIMITED Established 1873 Summer Months COMMISSION MARKET Winter Months Fruit Market EL. 7120-7017 82 Colborne St. ST. LAWRENCE MARKET, EL. 7128 - FRUIT FARM, CLARKSON. ONT. Telephone: OX. 1105-6 92 Blantyre Ave. B. A. ROBINSON PLUMBING AND HEATING, LTD. TORONTO FOR CAREFUL, RELIABLE EYE SERVICE E. F. DeFOE, R.O., D.O.Sc. OPTOMETRIST 488 Bloor St. West TORONTO Phone MElrose 4801 The Branksome Slogan 109 FOR GIRLS Five to Fifteen FOR BOYS Five to Eleven In the Highlands of Haliburton For illustrated booklet, jylease ivrite : CAMP DIRECTORS:— Mr. John Hoyle, B.Paed., M.A.; Miss D. W. Hoyle, B.A, 50 BERNARD AVENUE, TORONTO COMPLIMENTS OF THE COPP CLARK CO. LIMITED 495-517 Wellington St. West TORONTO CANADA CANADIAN MUNICIPAL AND CORPORATION SECURITIES F. H. DEACON CO. Business Established 1S97 Members Toronto Stock Exchange 197 BAY ST. — TORONTO — ELGIN 3401 Our Century of accumulated experience is at the service of every Bride in or out of Toronto. George COLES Limited Catering — Weddings — Banquets Our dining rooms are noted for home cooked foods for fussy people. 719 YONGE STREET RA. 1163 110 The Branksome Slogan UPTOWN NUT HOUSE Nuts from All Parts of the World FRESHLY ROASTED and BUTTERED Peanut Butter- made while you ivait 806 ' 2 YONGE STREET, TORONTO COMPLIMENTS OF HARMONY GRILL Good food is good health ' 259 Yonge Street Next to Imperial Theatre Compliments of a Friend (F) The Branksome Slogan 111 Compliments of a Friend 112 The Branksome Slogan INDEX TO ADVERTISERS PAGE PAGE Nadine Angstrom 103 B Bank of Nova Scotia 86 Baker-Ashdown, Ltd 92 Birks-EiHis-Ryrie 95 Borden ' s 88 W. Hu Bosley Co 94 British-American Oil Co. Ltd 89 C Carnahan ' s 98 Mrs. Chambers 106 Clifton Ud 96 Club Coffee Co 106 Geoirge Coles Ltd 109 Commercial Life 102 Coolings 102 Copp Clark Co., Ltd 109 Compliments of a Friend 101 Camp for Jack ,and Jill 107 Camp Gay Venture 109 D F. H. Deacon Co 109 E. F. DeFoe 108 Dominion Bank .: 93 Dominion of Canada General Insur- ance Co 97 T. Eaton Co (Inside Back Cover) Evangeline Shops 94 G W. J. Gage Co., Ltd 102 Gift and Toy Shop 107 S. Godfrey 104 H Hamilton Bros. 100 Geo. R. Hargraft Co 106 Heintzman Pianos Co 101 Holt Renfrew Co., Ltd... 93 George M. Hendry Co., Ltd 104 Hooper ' s Drug Store 105 Harmony Grill 110 I Imperial Oil Limited 85 Interesting Jewelry Shop 103 K Kents, Ltd 101 S. Lightfoot Son, Ltd 108 S. E. Lyons Limited 96 M Macoomb Publishing Co 90 Helen Miller ' s Beauty Salon 107 Harry T. Munro 105 Mutual Life of Canada 91 N William Neilson, Ltd 83 John Northway Sons, Ltd 87 P Pitman Shorthand 102 Q Queensdale Tea Room 99 R George Rathbone Lumber C, Ltd. 104 Robertson Biros., Ltd 105 B. A. Robinson 108 Roher ' s Book Shop 104 S St. Andrew ' s College 95 Robert Simpson Co., Ltd 81 Shaw Business Schools 97 A. M. Shook Co 105 . Skitch Clothes 106 T G. Tamblyn Ltd 103 U Uptown Nut House 110 V Varsity Arena 103 W Whitewood ' s Riding School 100 Wright ' s Meat Market 106 Whyte ' s Packing Co., Ltd. 99 Winona Flowers 107 Wonder Bakeries 98 When you shop at these stores tell them that you saw their advertisements in The Branksome Slogan. Your EATON Junior Fashion Councillor PUTS US WISE! Ann and the sixty other Hi gals and Hi guys on our Toronto Junior Councils 1 They tell us all the news ' n views of the Hi Crowd . . . the clothes you favour For your busy rounds . . . your fads ' n ' fancies . . . and we take it all to heart I They keep us wise . . . that ' s why you ' ll find just what you want (classroom classics to datin duds) at E ATO N ' S 7 Stone Ifwutf C xh4uU