Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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YEAR BOOK, 1959 Page 19 UNITED NATIONS CLUB REPORT Executive: President — Sandra Bell. Vice-President — Barbara French, Secretary-Treasurer — Joan Dixon. Many time consuming activities at Branksome, often make it difficult for the U.N. Club to have meetings. There were, however, several inter- esting opportunities for the club members this year. Firstly, a few girls who enjoy correspondence, received pen-pals from foreign countries : Japan, Germany, France, Switzerland and Austria were some of the fascinating countries to be visited by letter. Every girl in the Club had a chance to visit New York this Easter and some are fortunate enough to be going. Folders were sent to the Club telling about this organized tour, which of course includes a trip to the United Nations Building. Shortly after Christmas a debate was held in the library, under the heading, Resolved that there should be a world government. Many good points were brought forward on this controversial subject. I trust everyone has taken note of the U.N. Corner. Barbara Clark and her crew have worked hard and succeeded in keeping it interesting and colourful. Although this is only the United Nations Club ' s second year, we hope it will continue to grow, becoming an important part of Branksome life. THE SUB-PREFECTS First row. C. Stanley-Porter, J. Grey, J. Marshall, S. Elliot. Second row. S. McGee, R. Thompson, D. Walker, I. Crummey, B. Mclntyre. Third row: P. Cooper, C, Johnstone, J. Joynt, S. Shannon.

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Page 18 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN Gideon Society $ 25.00 Evangel Hall Mission $ 50.00 Canadian Lumbermen $ 25.00 Branksome Hall Bed in Ludhiana Hospital $ 50.00 China Inland Mission in China $ 50.00 General Missions Fund $ 221.47 General Expenses $ 12.00 Total $1058.47 GAIL ADAMS, President U.N. DELEGATION REPORT Early in October nineteen girls were chosen from third and fourth forms to represent Branksome, and take part in the fifth model United Nations General Assembly. This year our country was the newly-formed Ghana. Every other Sunday at Victoria College there were meetings with other delegations. We were divided into four groups to discuss the main topics brought before the Assembly: Territorial Waters, the Formosa Crisis, U.N. Special Fund and Segregation. The weekend of January sixteenth was the Model Assembly. On Fri- day night there was a debate to decide the topics of discussion for the following day. The meeting adjourned until Saturday morning, when the discussion groups on the four topics retired the committee to prepare and amend the resolutions to put before the General Assembly in the after- noon. After lunch at Hart House debates followed at a furious pace until the session was adjourned early in the evening. We would like to thank Mrs. Coulter for her help and encouragement. The Ghanese delegation to the Fifth Model Assembly was as follows : Speakers: Judy Gist, Susan Brown, Judy Sykes and EHzabeth Head. Alternates: Judy Ireland, Linda Matthews, Katharine Adam and Penny Peterson. Observers: Carol Robertson, Janet Ament, Barbara Clark, Barbara Langley, Norma McLean, Jane McKinnon, Carene Smith, Isabel Miller, Lynn Robinette, Libby Barnes, Martha Corrigan and Clare Crummey. JUDY GIST, Head Delegate.

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Page 20 THE BRANKSOME SLOGAN THE TUNNEL It was Monday when he first heard the voices ; voices that were thick, and distant and blurred, as if they came from a long way off, through a long, long tunnel perhaps. Today was Wednesday, and Robert became annoyed as he felt the singing in his ears that always preceded the weird cries. This time they seemed almost to be crying, they pleaded so desperately. It is not too late! Tell the world. Tell someone ; tell anyone. Robert laughed, loudly and hoarsely, and cruelly. Today was the day the voices had told him the world was to end. What had they said exactly? He struggled to remember, for his mind was old and dim. A meeting of the Outer Planetary Commission Board. A meeting to discuss Earth. Too many wars, too many bombs, too many cruel empty people. Could not be allowed to remain. He laughed again. Just as we burn the garbage we think clutters our world, he thought, so other worlds. . . . But the bitter taste of this idea sobered him. He tried hard to remem- ber what else the voices had said, for somehow it all seemed desperately important to him now. Why had he heard them speak and no one else? His mind had wandered that morning two days ago, as it often had lately. His poor slow mind, weakened further by age. But that day his thoughts had stumbled across a tunnel — hollow and vaste, black and yet white. How had they explained it? A thought tunnel. A projection of thought waves. They had been searching for someone. Anyone. Someone to tell. Someone who would warn the others and perhaps save them. But minds were closed, and empty and dark. Busy minds, and clut- tered. When they had searched out Robert, their waves of thought were not rejected. He had heard them call through the tunnel. Save mankind! Tell your people. There is a chance they will understand, and change. They must understand. He must try. Try. Try! Their only hope! Robert began to laugh again, wildly, insanely. If he kept his secret, if he did not tell anyone, later today everyone would vanish. Disappear! The old landlady could no longer nag for the next rent payment; the little black and white dog would no longer nip his heels. And with all the force of conviction he could muster, which was difficult, for the voices were very loud now, he cried out that Man was not worth saving, that life was a cruel and pointless joke, and that it might be better if it all were finished, and someone could start all over again. He would never tell! The force of all this struggle had wearied him, and he turned and stumbled off, and was gone. And later that day everything, his landlady, the nasty little dog, and the whole city, the world, everything was gone too. KADY MacDONALD, VA.