Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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Branksome Goes Up and On with A Little Bit Louder, Please An Independent Schools Charity Variety Show Ryerson Theatre April 4, 1970 September to December: Extensive discussions and preliminary arrangennents by representatives from Havergal, Branksome, and the fathers of the show from St. Andrew ' s College. A talent hunt within Branksome uncovered many surprises! Wednesday night sessions of creative outpourings by skit writers followed. January to March: Further meetings, final auditions for actors, singers, dancers. A frantic plea for 25 posters overnight— we actually overproduced! Ticket sales, script editing, performance polishing. March 30 to April 4: Branksome ' s gym witnessed three days of organized chaos as the participants met for the first time. Friday night ' s dress rehearsal resembled a three-ring circus— a sleepless night followed for many! Nerves tightened as Saturday afternoon ' s rehearsal concluded. But— wonders shall never cease: the show pulled together! What did we gain? The discovery and exploitation of our talents, experience in a professional theatre, firm bonds of friendship, the satisfaction of completing a challenge. What did we give? We hope— an enjoyable evening, and— what it was all about— $1,500 to the Crippled Children ' s Centre. Page 28 The Branksome Slogan

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SUNDAY EVENING SERVICES The colourful memory of a lady- principal from a girls ' school similar to Branksome Hall, but located in Jhansi, India, gowned in her lovely sari, recalls an interesting Sunday evening service, when we were transported by word and picture to surging India. Other Sunday evenings were occupied with reminders of the needs of many people being helped by Oxfam, the Leprosy Mission, the Metropolitan Police or Yonge Street Mission ' s Squirrels , under the capable leadership of Miss Edna F. Grant. Each of these services was followed by an interesting hour in the home of our Principal, Miss Sime, who graciously served us refreshments, and provided us with a time to chat with our guests and to get to know each other better. Variety could well be the keynote of the Sunday evening services. Miss E.M. Forsyth An Elizabethan Madrigal . . . T ' was a clear, crisp morn in late September, As forty-four girls can plainly remember; We hied to Stratford for Hamlet to see. Hey nonne, nonne, persecutus sum ni. Our coach with melodies, brightly did ring. But much to Dame Coutts ' enormous chagrin. Quoth the coachman, ' ' Ye know not how to sing! ' ' Hey diddle, diddle, tra la la tra lee. Now hark! On that cool autumn morn. Our gallant Sire Ribbit was born— Who has since been many times torn! Hey nonne, nonne, vulnera bellorum. From the stalls, we gazed with great delight, And watched Prince Hamlet in his plight. From Ghost to playette to murderous fight. Hey nonne, nonne, the good will be right. Our play is ended, our journey is o ' er. Memory now this jaunt must store; To teachers dear. Dames Collins and Coutts, Our hearl-fcU thanks— Come tune your lutes. Hey nonne, nonne, hey nonne ne. Hey nonne, nonne, nonne, round-de-lay! Janet Mowat 13P Page 30 The Branksome Slogan