Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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16 The Branksome Slogan APPOINTMENTS Head Girl — Anne James. HOUSE PREFECTS Jean Reid, Catherine Shields, Sally Spence, Josephine Williams, Diana Windeyer. DAY PREFECTS Anne Burton, Mary Craig, Antoinette Echlin, Elizabeth German. SUB-PREFECTS— (House) Doris Badgley, Anne Hargraft, Mary F.etcher, Joyce Hassard, Jessie Marriner. SUB-PREFECTS— (Day) Judith Godfrey, Joan Heise, Charlotte Keens, Judith Livingston, Evelyn Mansell, Patricia Marlowe, Margaret Murray, Joan Vipond. BETTA KAPPA SOCIETY President — Antoinette Echlin. Vice-Presldant — Elizabeth German, Secretary — Diana Windeyer. Treasurer — Charlotte Keens. Committee : Doris Bates, Barbara Cory, Barbara Eiffinger, Nancy Featberstone, May Fletcher, Ann Hargraft, Dorothy Henry, Joyce MacPherson, Sally Stewart. HIGH NEWS REPRESENTATIVE Peggy Deachman. OPHELEO SOCIETY OFFICERS: Catherine Shields, Lou Donald, Mary Craig, Josephine Williams. COMMITTEE: Joan Cation, Ann Edwards, Joyce Hassard, Elspeth Ker, Marcraret; Murray, Beverley Rush. LV.C.F. President — Jean Reid. Vice-President — Muriel Joy Stewart. Secretary — Melba Rycroft. CLAN CHIEFTAINS Scott — Anne Thoburn. Campbell — Janice McColl. Ross — Joan Candee. MacAlpine — Nancy Lee Webster. MacGregor — Sally Spence. McLeod — Gloria Lyons. Douglas — Sheila Craig. McLean — Jane Hamilton. SUB-CHIEFTAINS Joan Ellis, Judith Godfrey, Evelyn Howden, Alison Zimmerman, Sally Dalton, Anne Whyte, Joan Langlois, Catherine Shields. LIBRARY ASSISTANT— Judith Godfrey. LIBRARY REPRESENTATIVES:— Judith Livingston, Elspeth Ker, Ann Edwards, Alma Hatch, Grace Seaman, Sylvia Thomson, Anne Blackwell, Ann Lowndes, Moyra Smith, Irene Farrell, Sheila Jarrett, Ann Gilday, Barbara Cadby. President Form VA — Janice McColl Form VB — Joan Vipond Form VSp. (Com.) — Nancy Feathorstone Form VSp. (H.E.) Shirley Dcdds Form IVA — Jessie Marriner Form IVB— Anne Whyte Form IVSp. — Margaret Banford Form IIIA — Cathleen Cherry Form TUB — Helen Scace Form IIA — Norma Webber Form II B — Muriel Ferguson Form IIC-— Patricia McClocklin Foi-m lA — Audrey Budgeon Form IB — Mary Wilkinson FORM OFFICERS Vice-President Jane Keslick Joyce MacPherson Janet Saylor Peggy Little Joan Langlois Joan Doty Sally Beckett Alison Zimmerman Harriet Saylor Patricia Marriner Diana MacPherson Geraldine Jephcott Sue Chisholm Sec. -Treasurer Sheila Craig Xandra Hosking Diane Kinzie Nancy Edmonson Valinda Burruss Nancy Blundell Frances Fair Margaret Ritchie Marj ' Lou Porter Mary Binnie Sandra Stewart Doreen Griffin Sally Jane Dibblee

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18 The Branksome Slogan Man ' s Dominion Has Broken Nature ' s Social Union The dawn rose silvery over the httle wood. There was dew on every blade of grass and on every leaf. The rising sun turned the barks of the trees to a ruddy pink, and made the fragile heads of the anemones blush with its touch. A squirrel ran chattering up a tree to be answered in a joyous chorus by a blackbird high up in the branches. The very scent of the morning was alive; everything was young, and rejoiced that it was so. Soon there came a crashing in the undergrowth as of something heavy moving with difficulty. Then there was the tramp of feet and the breaking of branches. Many men poured into the little wood. They trampled on the anemones with their heavy boots, and never iio ' ticed that they had done so; they broke the young branches so that the sap ran out, and never saw What they had done. They too were young, but they had no time to rejoice; they broke branches wantonly and stared out into the distance with straining, anxious eyes. Soon the noises began again, — heavier, louder noises, as of thunder, making the leaves quiver and the squirrel scamper off, leav- ing the intruders in sole possession of the little wood. Then chaos broke. It broke with a resounding crash, which reverberated to the distant hills. All that morning the guns roared and bullets fell like hail around the little wood. The machine gun concealed there barked too and that peaceful scene was turned to one of pain and bloodshed and fear. A young boy, with the joy of living and fighting in his eyes, raced into the wood ; he was freckled, and his red hair stuck out in unruly tufts from under his tin hat, for he too was learning the business of war. On and on the battle raged all through that hot afternoon. Smoke covered the fields, covering the men who lay there — men who had been young and strong and healthy like the red-headed boy. But he was a boy no longer; pain and the sight of death had made a man of him. He was lying in the little wood now, with red hot pains coursing through his body. There were strange dots in front of his eyes — dots that would not remain in place. Now they loomed larger anil larger and seemed to be falling on him, oppressing him, threatening him. He fought against them and slowly, reluctantly, his will conquered; they were driven away and he could again see the tree above his head. He could not think clearly, but some animal instinct forced him to attempt to move. But even this w a,s too much for him; he could not do it,