Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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YEAR BOOK, 1955 Page 25 We had loads of fun exploring the trails But soon from us all there arose dismal wails Because all too soon it was time to go home, And back to the buses we started to roam. We arrived back at Branksome, happy and hot, It took many weeks ' ere that trip was forgot. Then came that ' ' horror , the Christmas exams Which all of us passed according to plans. Next came the holidays, happy and gay But before very long we were back in IIA Struggling with tests which were piled to the skies And talking of essays — and — ' ' Who ' ll win the prize? Nine girls from IIA in the choir did sing To win at the festival ; marvellous thing. Then came our play, The Ghost of the Show Three cheers for the cast, who with talent did glow. Thanks for directing the play, Jackie B. Thank you for making the audience cry Whee, This is the best, the most wonderful play ! It must be produced by the girls of IIA ! Thanks are in order to president Anne, To our V.P. Joan Henson, to our treasurer Dianne, For helping to make this a wonderful year ; A barrel of fun for each one of us here. A special salute to Miss Murdoch, our teacher Who taught us our Eiatin without being a preacher. And now we ' ve cheered everyone, there ' s just this to say, THREE CHEERS AND GOOD LUCK FOR THE GIRLS OF IIA. IIB FORM REPORT The first of the year at Branksome Hall HB spent their time playing basketball; The game against VB was really a doozer , But we, unfortunately were the loser. And then as a welcome diversion — Off to the farm for our picnic excursion; Winter came, bringing lots of snow, — Armed with our skis away we go ! Archibald became famous in our play And many times he saved the day. Frances, our secretary, collected for Lent And to a hospital in India it went. Other activities — Swimming, bowling, and choir, To them all, our class does aspire. Ingrid did her house donate

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YEAR BOOK, 1955 Page 27 For our class to celebrate. Everyone agrees — Miss McFetridge is grand, Who came to us from Ireland Now as the year finally ends, We say good-bye to our IIB friends. A DAY IN II ARTS (With Apologies to Sir Walter Scott) The day had begun at Branksome Hall And Two Arts had gone to their classroom small That room that was guarded by Sue and Marline And also Louise, their President keen. No living soul save the teachers alone Would dare to cross the threshold .stone. The room was disordered; t ' w- .s idlesse all Cathy and Carole were in tho hall While Sally and Chris and PJna Hills Sat with Arlene on th iivJow .Mils Great Pyramus, who ' ich many a moan Lay stretched upon the dusty floor, Heard Thisbe wail and sadly groan While Penny delightedly cried for more. Pat and Markie those boarders true Had hung their coats in bold Buccleuch. The only one late who had not heard the bell Came sauntering in. Who else but Michelle? Now why do they suddenly jump to their feet? Now why do they try to make everything neat? Empty the basket! Clean up the floor! Who ' s done her homework? Who ' s on the door? Witliin a few minutes the classroom is clean And not a trace of disorder is seen. The reason is simple for there with a grin Miss Livingston stands and the lessons begin. IIIA— THE DESERTED CLASS (with apologies to Mr. Goldsmith) Ah, HIA! greatest class in all the school, Where fun and laughter always are the rule, Where in the Autumn to the farm we rode. And picnicked in the woods beside a toad HIA, progressive class of students bright. Seat of basketball champs and sports of might. We now have joined the ranks of seniors true,