Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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?

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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!

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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.