Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 162 of the 1976 volume:

SLOGAN 76 Branksome Hall slogan Editors Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor-in-Chief Advertising Editor Junior School Editor Lay-out Editor Assistant Lay-out Editor Literary Editor Photography Editor Assistant Photography Ed Sports Editor Staff Advisors itor Cathy Hector Jan Thomson Susan Strak Susan Stinson Kim Merrill Marie Lange Barb Guthrie Sara Jane Apple Julie MacBrien Susan Black Miss Kenny Miss Morden Editorial The Slogan is here at last. Its arrival signifies some- how the end of the seventy-third school year. And what a year it has been! Spirit resounded throughout the halls, and Branksomites were quick to discover and enter into the creative and acadennic work of the school, the sports programme and various other acti- vities, with enthusiasm. Even the hot water pipes were bursting with enthusiasm and vigour. The Slogan is an embodiment of all of those parts of the school, a record of this past year. We, the Editors, have worked hard to put together something more than just a record of facts and faces. We have attempted to create a photo album — a record of the people, of the spirit of the people, who fill this otherwise empty building. Encouraged by the many contributions of writing, art and photographs, we began to arrange this book in a manner that we felt would reflect the feeling of Branksome this past year. I thank all the Editors for their support and enthu- siasm this year, and also give a special thanks to our staff advisors Miss Kenny and Miss Morden. A great deal of time, effort and patience has been given by them all in order to give you this glimpse of Brank- some as it really is. It has been a super year. I hope that the Slogan has caught some of the more memorable times and, just as Miss Roach looks back at the Slogan of her graduat- ing year twenty-five years ago, so you will in the fol- lowing years look back and say to yourself That ' s the Branksome I remember. Cathy SURVEY 1. Branksome is a) a school b) a community c) a way of life X d) a unique combination of all the above 2. Branksomites are a) fun loving b) friendly and enthusiastic c) O.T.L. (out to lunch) X d) a mixture of people with enough variety to make them interesting 3. A typical day at Branksome is a) non-existent b) indigestible X c) an experience 4. A typical night at Branksome is a) yer basic drama, swimming and choir practice X b) a zoo c) the midnight laugh and shaving cream d) the never ending phone call Other Comments: More and more people are realizing that Branksome is a place that can be moulded — it inevitably takes on the shape and size of its student body. We have all been involved in everything from all school Birthday Parties to quiet talks with a close friend. That ' s probably what makes Branksome so unique — whatever type of person you are, you are bound to find something going on somewhere that is to your liking. Once everyone realizes this, Brank- some will become more than just a school. It will become the foundation of our fortunes. Ginny Prefects Head Girl Sports Captain Grade Nine Prefect Grade Ten Prefect Grade Eleven Prefect Grade Twelve Prefect Grade Thirteen Prefect Editor of the Slogan Junior School Prefect Head of Communications Committee President Prefect Virginia Gibson Shirley Brown Julie MacBrien Patricia Abraham Beth Mairs Barbara Moffat Gillian Hockin Catherine Hector Susan Stinson Gillian Hocklin Deborah Cooper The sudden death of Dr. Jennie MacNeill on May 30, 1975, brought a great sense of personal loss to all those who were associated with her in any way, but most particularly to thousands of us who had known and loved her at Branksome as teacher. Principal and friend. It is impossible to estimate the influence that her 41 years of devoted service had upon the school and upon all its members, but Brank- some remembers with gratitude and affection her life dedication. Miss MacNeill was born on January 14th, 1902, at Orwell, Prince Edward Island. She received her early education at Fredericton High School, and graduated with a B.A. from Mount Allison University in 1925. The fol- lowing year she completed work for a diploma in Honours English and received her M.A. degree in English from the University of Toronto in 1936. In 1926 Miss MacNeill came to Branksome as a teacher of English and History and later became head of the English Department. In 1947, she became Vice Principal of the School and retained this position for eleven years until becoming Principal in 1958. In 1959, she was awarded an Honourary Doctor of Laws degree by Mount Allison University in recognition of her enormous contribution over the years to the education and development of countless girls. She retired on July 31st, 1968, and until her death was actively involved as Secretary and later as President of the Women ' s Auxiliary of the Canadian Bible Society. Her years of retirement were happy. Though she missed school life, which had occupied her time and thoughts almost completely when she was Principal, she quickly filled her days with activities in which she took pleasure, and with work which she knew was important in her church and in the Bible Society Auxiliary and in other projects. She enjoyed setting up her own apartment; she became an excellent cook and was, as she always had been, a gracious hostess, entertaining, in small and large numbers, friends with many varying interests which she shared. A daughter of the manse. Miss MacNeill had always set for herself the highest standards of personal and professional behaviour, and without being in any way stuffy she would not turn aside nor would she let the school turn aside from these ideals. In her daily contact with people Miss MacNeill was gentle, kind and sociable, but many a student and many a teacher was surprised to find a very different woman when absolute values were attacked. As an educator, she believed that the happy child is one who lives and works within an orderly framework, who learns the joy of accomplishment, and who is conscious of being appreciated as an individual. Her lively sense of humour, her patience and sense of proportion gave her the capacity not only to understand her pupils and to treat them with fairness and compassion but also to enjoy them. During her ten years as Principal she led the school through a period of great social and educational change and it is due to her wise and firm administration that Branksome success- fully entered the world of today without upheaval and without loss of the principles for which it has always stood. To a great woman, a gracious lady and a dear friend a grateful Branksome sadly says farewell. In all the years to come she will be remembered here. 6 A school should be a place where students have the opportunity to stretch in many directions, where they learn to cope with difficulties, to contribute, to organize, to lead. This year Branksome has been such a place. I wish to thank those many girls who have taken positions of responsibility and leadership, who have directed the various activities of the school, who have kept me informed but required very little from me except well placed trust. My only concern has been that sometimes they have given too much of them- selves. The excellent student response to the bazaar, to fund raising, to times when extra help has been needed, the large cheering sections at games, substantial turn out at clan gatherings, drama, fashion show and debates, and certainly our large number of good report cards all indicate a healthy participa- tion in the various aspects of Branksome life. This has been very noticeable and much appreciated. Branksome has many concerned students who work hard and take responsibility well. But I would like to see more interest in seeking new directions. For instance, have we enough after school activities and sufficient interest and variety, should we add to our sports program? in a small community such as ours, everyone can be heard, and everyone can have the satisfaction of contributing, of helping to shape the school. 7 Languages English Mathematics Prize List 1974-1975 Junior School Prizes Senior School Prizes General Proficiency Grade 1 - Lisa Gelinas Grade 2 - Andrew Cromby Grade 3 - Melanie Evans Grade 4- Lisa Mitchell Grade 5 - Diana Collins Grade 6 - Lesley Morlock Grade 7R9 - Kate Wiley Grade 7R10 - Bryn MacPherson Grade 8R4 - Deborah Henderson Grade 8R8 - Naomi Laufer Grade 8R7 - Kimberley Garside The Bone Mennorial Prize for French in Grade 8 Teresa Fischer Alexander Ward Bursary for Music Deborah Henderson Ann Bayliss Cup for Public Speaking in the Junior School Kimberley Garside Stephanie Telfer Memorial for School Enthusiasm Karen Chisholm Alumnae Prize for Outstanding Contribution to the Junior School Kimberley Garside Grade 12 Prizes Home Economics - Judith Friend Fashion Arts - Ann Smith Art - Patricia Abraham Commercial Subjects - Lynette Simons French - Barbara Guthrie English - The Jennie E. MacNeill Prize - Shirley Brown History - Shirley Brown Geography - Patricia Abraham Chemistry - Judith Allen Mathematics - The Dorothy G. Phillips Prize - Regina Wong Latin - Barbara Moffat Physical Education and Health - Catherine Broadbent Grade 13 Prizes The Helen L. Edmison Memorial Prize for Biology - Virginia Morris History - Margaret Morden Geography - Laurie Chapman Mathematics - Janet Morris, Patricia Thomson Chemistry - Patricia Thomson Physics - Rosita Cheng The Helene Sandoz Perry Prize for Art - Victoria Lomax French - Margaret Kilgour English (The Elizabeth Kilpatrick Memorial Prize) - Margaret Kilgour Ontario Scholars Jennifer Bhaichandeen Laurie Chapman Rosita Cheng Virginia Houston Ninette Kelley Margaret Kilgour Julia Leapman Katherine MacBean Margaret Morden Janet Morris Virginia Morris Sandra Tait Patricia Thomson Medals The Lieutenant Governor ' s Medal for Scholarship in Grade 8 — Caroline Granger The Ruth Caven Memorial Medal for Scholarship in Grade 12 — Shirley Brown The School Medal for Scholarship in Grade 13 — Patricia Thomson The Governor General ' s Medal — Margaret Kilgour The Jean Hume Memorial Medal for Leadership — Margaret Kilgour Essay Competition Grades 9 and 10 — Phillipa Harris Grades 11, 12 and 13 — Diana Harris Contribution to Music — Gillian Hockin Loyal Co-operation in the Residence — The Kathleen C. Shaw Memorial — Margaret Kilgour Library Service — Lynn Bongard, Victoria Lomax In the French Library — Kerry Morrison Service to the Debating Society — Susan Stinson Service to the Drama Club — Dinah Chisholm, Margaret Kilgour Service to the Slogan — Patricia Thomson, Suzanne Thompson Progress — jenny Mulijadi Margaret T. Scott Memorial Prize for the Memor- ization of Scripture — Sheila McCoy Alumnae Association Prizes for Art Senior School First — The Grace Morris Craig Prize — Dinah Chisholm Second — Victoria Lomax Third — Jocelyn Lougheed Junior School First — Diana Ferguson Second — Naomi Laufer Alumnae Association Prizes for Handicraft Senior School First — Patricia Abraham Second — Elizabeth Pitfield Third — Elizabeth Hunt, Cynthia Pidgeon Junior School First — Susan Dingwall Second — Grace Bolton Alumnae Association Prizes for Poetry Senior School First — Margaret Kilgour Second — Marianne Reynolds Junior School First — Nicola Tiede Alumnae Association Prize for Prose — Mary Jane Baldwin The Edgar Gordon Burton Memorial for Personal Achievement — Barbara Osier The Jennie E. MacNeill Prize for Citizenship — Margaret Kilgour The Carter-Ledingham Prize for Outstanding Contribution to the Senior School — Marian MacBrien 12 Sports Prizes Badminton Singles — Martha More Doubles — Robin Heintzman, Martha More Swimming Under 11 Champion — Susan Garay Junior Champion — Kate Wiley Intermediate Champion — Maureen Sullivan Senior Champion — Patricia Feaver Diving Champion — Maureen Sullivan Tennis Junior Singles — Kate Wiley Senior Singles — Brenda Davidson Open Doubles — Brenda Davidson, Jane Fraser Bowling Junior Champion — Maria Mori Sports Day Under 11 Champion — Holly Chercover Junior Champion — Jill Adams Intermediate Champion — Maureen Sullivan Senior Champion — Janet Morris Open 75 yard dash — Janet Morris Basketball Clan Cup — MacGregor Class Cup — 11R9 Volleyball Class Cup — 11 R8 Clan Cup — MacGregor Class Cup for Participation in Activities Throu outthe Year — 11R9 Clan Awards Junior School — Bruce Fraser Award to the Chieftain — Karen Chisholm Senior School — McAlpine, Scott McLeod Award to the Chieftain — Virginia Gibson, Patricia Osier A r r - i r trr or tc 1 Q7I 1 QV i Appol nirnenib ij d-Iu o Head Girl Virginia Gibson Prefects Patricia Abraham Catherine Hector Beth Mairs Shirley Brown Gillian Hockin Barbara Moffat Deborah Cooper Julie MacBrien Susan Stinson Sports ' Captains Senior School Shirley Brown Junior School Martha Allan Clan Chieftain Sub-Chieftain Bruce Kate Wiley Katie Lundon Fraser Jane Crawford Hope Humphrey Grant Lisa Molle Katherine Liptrott Johnston Bryn N lacPherson Sarah Ondaatje Robertson Amanda Palmer Stacey Evans Campbell Kimberlee Campbell Jill Evans Douglas Carolyn Stinson Sandra Smythe MacGregor Martha More Heather Wildi MacLean Cynthia Bongard Anne Fraser McAlp ne Robin Heintzman Bridget Wiley McLeod Jean Cross Marilyn Barefoot Ross Leslie Beattie Lisa Lucas Scott Diana Harris Pippa Harris Class Officers Class President Secretary Treasurer OpUl lb v dpidl 1 1 7R9 Mary Morden Adrienne Rogers Marilyn Wallace 7R10 Jenny Pitman Amanda Worley Alison Wiley 8R4 Tracy Dalglish Penny Duke Vickey Bassett 8R7 Madge Barr Amanda Woolham Dana King 8R8 Susan Farrow Lise Hafner Maureen Dempsey 9R14 Susan Drew Teresa Fischer Karen Chisholm 9R15 Menta Murray Kristi Morrison Andrea Hector 9R17 Dawn Thomson Joanne Stinson Katy Ziedler 10R16 Virginia Campbell Melissa Gracey Judy Garay 10R18 Kathleen Lamb Karen Knole Martha-Lyn Hardie 10R19 Lavita Nadkarni Theresa Norris Suzanne Shamie 10R20 hieather Whitehead Paula Teeter Gabrielle Wallace 11R8 Pippa Harris Debby Hemstead Marilyn Barefoot 11R9 Gillian MacCulloch Lisa Lucas Ann Milligan 11R10 Bridget Wiley Heather Wildie Sandra Smythe 12R1 Linda Breithaupt Martha Fisher Liz Buchanan 12R2 Marianne Montgomery Nancy Hill Margot Haldenby 12R3 Eileen Smith Sheila Rider Joanne Read 13R4 Dinah Chisholm Leslie Bryant Theresa Kemp 13R5 Nancy McKee Jan Thomson Helene Walton BOARDING GREETINGS FROM RESIDENCE - stop - HAVING FAN- TASTIC TIME AND KIDS ARE GREAT - stop - RESI- DENT COUNCIL UNDER WAY AND A O.K. - stop - INTER-HOUSE VOLLEYBALL GOING GREAT - stop - IN INFIRMARY, PNEUMONIA - stop - DON ' T WORRY, GOOD CARE - stop - LOST TWO KIDS AND VOLLEYBALL AT CALEDON — BUT FOUND AGAIN - stop - HOPE TRIP TO LAKE PLACID AND SKIING ' S AS FUN - stop - I ' LL NEVER FORGET 8:59, BOX LUN- CHES, MID-NIGHT LAUGHS AND ROOM HOPPING - stop - QUICK MacNEILL SHOWERS AFTER DINNER (WITH CLOTHES) ARE A WET PANIC - stop - HOPE THE CHERUB IS A SUCCESS - stop - HAVE TO GO AND GET ALLOWANCE FROM MRS. McMILLAN FOR THIS TELEGRAM (BANKRUPTCY POSSIBILITY) - stop - MANY THANKS TO ALL THE HOUSE FOR SMILES, GOOD TIMES, ADVICE (TABLE LISTS?) AND FUN - stop - HATE TO LEAVE - stop - MAYBE NEXT YEAR, HOUSEMOTHER - stop - NO? OH WELL . . . KEEP UP ALL THE SPIRIT - stop - DEBBIE -stop- GRADS PATTI ABRAHAM 1%9-1976 MacLean — Past Chieftain Activities: Grade Ten Prefect, Intra- school sports, and Fun, Talking. Mem- ories: Jr. School Mischief, Harmoniz- ing and Supporting with Julie, Swingles , Ma and Pa-ACE? taisez- vous s.v.p., Don ' t be mad , X and O, Terrific 10 ' s and all the friends who made B.H.S. such a special time to remember. JUDY ALLAN 1971-1976 Scott LAILA ANIL 1975-1976 MacCregor Activities: Painting, Photography, Reading, Swimming, Doing Home- work. Destiny: Research Chemist. Usually Found: In a corner of the Com- mon Room. Verse: Shall I compare thee to a summer ' s day, quoted most often when the temperature is below O ' C. Weakness: Trying to say a little more a little less often. SARA JANE APPLE 1%9-1976 Campbell Activities: Photography Editor, Past 7C Houligan, also a very involved Swouple. Usually Found: In the middle of ink fights and chair races. Weakness: Canadian woodsy type. MAN ' S LIFE IS MEASVRED BY THE WOR ' KE, NOT DAYES NO AGED SLOTH, BUT ACTIVE YOVTH HATH PRAYSE X— Disgruntled eh Abby CARROLL BARNICKE 1970-1976 MacGregor Activities: Mulifariousness. Weak- ness: U.C.C. and S.A.C. Ambition: A Star. Probable Destiny: A Planet. Usually Found: Away for weekends. Theme Song: 30,000 lbs. of Bananas. Verse: Only once will I do this Life is terribly short yet sometimes infinitely long . D.B. Claim to Fame: Sewnig, Smilngi, Spelling. SUSAN BLACK 1%9-1973 1974-1976 MacLean Activities: Slogan Sports Editor, School Basketball, Volleyball, Baseball, Teams. Memories: History Notes, Sunbathing in front of Grade Nine classrooms. Being a new girl twice. Chair Racing, Post Exam Blues, Socks by my ankles. Winner of 13 R.5 Beauty Contest, Member of Swingles Club, Coffee Breaks. 20 MARTHA BRANDHAM 1964-1976 Douglas School Activities: Getting home right away. Home Activities: Archery, Bas- ketball, Resting. Ambition: Artist. Favourite Saying: I wish it was June . Usually Found: Chewing gum. Never try to get through to small people with big names . CATHERINE BROADBENT 1%7-1976 Douglas One ship goes East, another West, By the self-same winds that blow. ' Tis the set of the sails and not the gale. That determines the way they go. Like the ships at sea are the ways of fate. As we voyage along through life. Tis the set of the soul that decides the goal. And not the calm or strife. SHIRLEY BROWN 1%3-1976 Ross — Past Clan Chieftain Pastimes?!: School Sports Captain, Prefect, Inter and Intra School Sports, Choir, Debating. Memories: Dreams that really do come true. Garden Parties that never seem to end. Tennis at 7:45, Meeting happenings , a Special Frog, Readacres in the spring. Games till 6:00 the Balcony at Christ- mas. Ambition: World Controller. Probable Destiny: Rabble Rouser. LESLIE BRYANT 1971-1976 MacLean Ambition: Physiotherapy at Queen ' s. Favourite Pastime: Drinking coffee during study . Verse: A flick of sun- shine upon a strange shore, the time to remember, the time for a sigh and — goodbye! Youth JANE BURNS 1972-1976 Campbell Activities: Past Vice President of Grade Ten, Going to the car at lunch. Favour- ite Saying: They say love ' s a game, I thought games were fun . DEBRA CARDWELL 1973-1976 McLeod Memories: Three years of residence! The night before a French exam. Acti- vities: Softball and Cross-Country. Claim to Fame: Ainslie Flea . Pet Peeve: Residence Phone Lineups, Wake-up Bells, Piano Recitals, 5:00 a.m. Fire Drills, Realizing you have to be back at school in five minutes. Usually Found: Hanging out windows, right Soni! 21 MARIE-FRANCE CHABANNE 1972-1976 MacGregor Activities: Drama Club. Ambition: To reach five feet. ROSE Ml HA CHAN 1973-1976 Ross Favourite Saying: Don ' t look back, You ' re going to blame yourself. MARIANNE CHENG 1974-1976 McLeod My ambition is to get on the track and follow the rat race — how about that? Hobby: Tearing sheets off Stein ' s bed. Seen Most: Day-dreaming and writing letters. Saying: Feelings are the true selves of life — they are not to be escaped from . . . DINAH CHISHOLM 1963-1976 MacGregor — Hey BoBo Memories: President of 13R4, Choir, Past Drama Club President, Being one of Brenda ' s Babes , Bella and Bertha ' s Shake and Bake Palace, Liz, Being Fern ' s campaign manager, 8R4, a Twin- kly Face, the Twins, Tink and Grade Twelve. Claim to Fame: Life, Draw- ing — ACE. Probable Destiny: Turning Gray and loving it. DEBORAH COOPER 1968-1976 Douglas — Past Chieftain Activities: Resident Prefect, Tennis, Football, Basketball, S.P.P. Debating. Ambition: Law at Western. Probable Destiny: Spanish professora. N.N.: Coops, Inside Out Oreo, Abby. Mem- ories: The Plateau, 7C Hooligans Bananas on Ceiling, 7:59 Bell, S.A.C. midnight talks in Arctic wind chamber. Usually Found: In Showers. Weakness: Big sweater coats. Boarding. SONJA I. DENNIS 1973-1976 McAlpine Cherished Memories: Nights before Christmas Break, March Break and END of School, Basketball, Choir, Ainslie and MacNeill . Claim to Fame: Ainslie Flea . Pet Peeve: 5 a.m. Fire Drills, 7:30 a.m. wake-up bells. Cold toast for breakfast. Fav- ourite Saying: Did I get mail . Weak- ness: Piano recitals, Right Deb? 22 VANESSA DUBOIS 1964-1976 McAlpine Favourite Saying: grungy , If music be the food of love play on and on and on . . . If you can fill that unforgiving minute sixty seconds w orth of distance run. Yours is the Earth and everything that ' s in it, and — which is more — you ' ll be a Man my son , by Rudyard Kipling JANET ENGHOLM 1975-1976 Douglas Activities: Beta Kappa member, Class and Clan sports. Past School Teams. Today well lived makes every yester- day a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Sanskrit GINNY GIBSON 1961-1976 McAlpine — Past Chieftain Head Girl Memories: Boarding, B.H.S. Bird Club, The Grape Vine, Madame X, X ' s O ' s, Wavelengths and Late Nights, One of Brenda ' s Babes , Tennis at 8 a.m.. Being Forgotten in Grade 2, Sisters, Painting, Garden Parties and Tears. Thoes Returning, thoes returning, Be more faithful than before. CHRISTINE GREGORY 1968-1976 McAlpine Activities: Vice-President Resource Centre, Choir, Chamber Choir. Usually Found: Singing. Answers to: Hey Singer. Ambition: To be one! Prob- able Destiny: Conducting the Brank- some Choir. Saying: Sorry, haven ' t got the time. Philosophy: We meet, we part, we hope to meet again. BARBARA GUTHRIE 1971-1976 Campbell Activities: Literary Edito r of the Slogan, Debating. Strange how much you ' ve got to know, before you know how little you know. CATHERINE HECTOR 1968-1976 Campbell Activities: Prefect, Editor-in-Chief of the Slogan, Choir. Music paints pictures and often tells stories, all of it magic and all of it true, and all of the pictures and all of the stories, and all of the magic, the music is you. Denver 23 GLORIA HO YUEN FUN 1975-1976 McAlpine Nickname: Smay. Activities: Choir, Piano. Favourite Saying: Fight Fat . Favourite Music: Mozart Sonatas. Weight: 82 lbs. SUSAN JAMESON 1973-1976 Campbell Activities: Racing out to the car before any Prefects catch you. Favourite Say- ing: Be yourself; who else is better qualified. GILLIAN HOCKIN 1971-1976 MacLean Activities: Communications and Grad. Prefect, Past Choir President, Choir, I.S.C.F., Cross-Country, Class and Clan Activities. Memories: T.O. ' s Dat- ing Service, Gate ' s pick up, J. and J. and Wet Bloomers, one of Brenda ' s Babes . DEBORAH JASZEK 1974-1976 Ross Activities: President of Opheleo, Bas- ketball, Debating, S.P.P., Football. N.N.: D.|., Frames, Woody. Weakness: Granola and Sesame Seeds. Usually Found: Arctic Wind Chamber. Thought: There are three things that remain — faith, hope, and love and the greatest of these is love . I Corinthians 13:13 CHRISTINA HUl MUNG YING 1974-1976 McAlpine Whatever we see we create, whai we hear can never die. MARY KA YEE JIM 1974-1976 MacLean I cannot believe that God plays dice with the world. Albert Einstein 24 CHRISTINE KELSICK 1975-1976 Douglas Activities: Horse Riding, Badminton, Swimming. Ambition: Pediatrician. Verse: One kind word can warm many winter months. Nicknames : Chris, Camel Humps. Weakness: Sleeping. Song: My Sweet Lady — Denver MARIA-THERESA E. KEMP 1975-1976 McLeod Activities: Basketball, Volleyball, Tennis, Choir, Softball, Class Sports Captain. PATRICIA KNOX-LEET 1973-1976 Campbell Activities: Football, Debating, Slogan Advertising Committee, Choir, Being a boarder. Pet Peeve: People who eat a lot and stay thin. Memories: Pink champagne at midnight. Claim to Fame: little feet You think so . . . eh? ALISON LEAPMAN 1968-1972, 1974-1976 McLeod Activities: Library Committee, Drama Club, 13R4 Slogan Rep. Ambition: Wildlife Biologist. Probable Destiny: Garbage Collector. Saying: The joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you. MA. ANGELICA LEON VELARDE 1975-1976 Ross Activities: Water-skiing, Tennis, Swim- ming. Usually Found: Lost. Ambition: Engineering at U.B.C.? Favourite Verse: The past can not be changed, the future is still in our power. ELIZABETH LEONARD 1%9-1976 Douglas Activities: Class and Clan Sports, Pho- tography Committee, Member of Swouples. Favourite Saying: Every- thing good in life is either illegal, im- moral or fattening. Memories: Chair races. Fire hoses-extinguishers, ink- water fights. The 7C Hoodlums, and Peter. 25 LANA L0 1975-1976 Ross Hobbies: Piano Playing, Attending Concerts. Friendship is the most precious thing in the world. KIM LUMSDON 1970-1976 McLeod Activities: Grade Ten Sports Captain, Swim Team, Synchronized Team, Class Sports, Slogan Sports Committee. Am- bition: To be a great Long Distance Swimmer, to Travel. Favourite Saying: Come on let ' s go. Usually Found: Swimming. Theme Song: Love will keep us together. JULIE MacBRIEN 1969-1976 Campbell — Past Chieftain Memories: Grade Nine Prefect, Intra- Inter Sports, Assistant Photography Editor, Vice-President of infamous 7C, Harmonizing with Patti, Knee operations. Being phasered by Capt ' n Kirk, Louis shot the Bambis, ink-water- paint fights. Chair Races, Dear X — Disgruntled . . . love Abby. Wisdom is the booby prize, given when you ' ve been unwise. BETH MAIRS 1969-1976 MacGregor — Past Chieftain Activities: Grade Eleven Prefect, Various Teams, Skipping (rope, that is) Memories: Parties instead of class, Surfer Joe a la racquet guitar, supa- coo awards and warm yummies, the Twins, last minute Cher, code with Grade Eleven, Kidnapping, Sisters, Coughing at A.J., Being Bo and Chicken Pox Kid. JILLYAN MANCHESTER 1968-1976 MacLean Memories and Favourite Pastimes: Swimming, super fab , Hoolegans, Fire Extinguishers, Water Fights, Fire Hoses, and Chair Races. Weakness: Hen benders and mustaches. SHEILA McCOY 1971-1976 Scott Activities: I.S.C.F., Past Choir Librarian, Competitive and Synchronized Swim- ming. Usually Found: Singing and Strumming. Probable Destiny: Out of this world. Weakness: R.S.V. Bread, Bookmarks. Verse: Let the Son shine in. Pet Peeve: A busy dial tone. Song: He has done so much for me. 26 NANCY McKEE 1966-1976 Campbell Memories: Drama, President of 13R5, Proprietor of Bella and Bertha ' s Shake ' n ' Bake Palace, Phazering the Klingons, one of B ' s Babes, Judge of 13R5 Beauty Contest, Hi to a red head or two, S.T., of Swingles . CATHERINE MEIKLEJOHN 1971-1976 McAlpine Nickname: Mouse, Meikle, Mickey. Ambition: Career in Horticulture. Usually Found: In a daze at Rosedale Subway — sorry Alison. Weakness: The leisurely life. If people do not know much do not laugh at them, for every one of them knows something that you do not. KIMBERLY MERRILL 1%7-1976 McLeod Activities: Layout Editor of the Slogan, Opheleo, Football, S.P.P., Debating, Clan Basketball. Nickname: Bimbo or Trots. Ambition: Arts at U. of T. Probable Destiny: Horses at U. of Mane . Usually Found: Snoozing in S.O. Weakness: Subliminal cuts. Thank God I ' m a country girl . BARBARA MOFFAT 1971-1976 Scott Activities: Prefect of Grade Twelve, Past Swim Team Captain, Vice Presi- dent of Beta Kappa, President of Swingles . Theme Song: I ' ve got spurs that jingle, jangle, jangle. Claim to Fame: Perfume fights. Quid init ora, sort des hanches. Therefore Usually Found: Eating carrots. LOR I NERO 1973-1976 Scott Activities: Swim Team, Synchronized Swimming, Choir, Christian Fellow- ship, Class and Clan Activities. Usually Found: Eating, Asking Questions, Cheering. Verse: Smiles are the flavours of life. HELEN NG 1973-1976 Douglas Favourite Song: This Masquerade. Favourite Pastime: Waiting for rainy days. 27 PATRICIA OSLER 1%9-1976 Scott — Past Chieftain Activities: Alumnae Rep., Slogan Photography Committee, Beta Kappa, 1st Tennis, 1st Badminton. Memories: Football Games, Prod.-Man, Wet Bloomers, Brenda ' s Babes , T.O. ' s Dating Service, A.A. T.T. Inc., Good Times, Mature Stages, Surfer Joe Quartet, October wa ks with Bo, Thoughts about a best-selling novel, Getting involved . . . PATRICIA OUTRAM 1974-1976 MacGregor Activities: Vice President of Opheleo, Debating, S.P.P., Witch Master. Usually Found: Camping on roof. Nickname: Spunky. Ambition: U. of A. for Den- tistry. Weakness: Poachers, Chief sauce. Favourite Saying: All for the good of the school. Memories: Mc- Master, Vats, the Hut, Sun Stroke, Dynomite, Jiving. DIANNE PIERCE 1971-1976 MacLean Activities: Guitar, Past member of the Choir, Resource Centre Commit- tee. Favourite Saying: Success is that place in the road where Preparation and Opportunity meet. But too few people recognize it, because too often it comes disguised as hard work. Nickname: Woof. DENISE PREUD ' HOMME 1974-1976 Campbell Activities: Beta Kappa, Swimming, Pliotography, Christian Fellowship, Boarding. Nickname: Chester. Weak- ness: Food and Talking. Favourite Occupation: Feting. Ambition: Tea- cher for backward children. Usually Found: Riding on the Booby Express. ANNE REYNOLDS 1972-1976 McLeod Activities: Football, Volleyball, Base- ball, Hockey, Swim Team, Drama, Photography Club, Resource Centre Committee, Head of French Library. Ambition: Offensive center for the Toronto Argonauts. If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it ' s yours. If it doesn ' t, it never was. KATHLEEN RICHARDS 1971-1976 MacLean Activities: Swimming, Librarian. Ambi- tion: Writer. Probable Destiny: Eng- lish teacher at B.H.S. Usually Found: Smiling. Verse: It ' s not what happens to you that counts, but the way that you handle it. 28 ANNA SMALL 1971-1976 Douglas Activities: Choir, Librarian, Christian Fellowship, Red Cross, President U.N. Club, 13R5 Slogan Rep. Memories: Being a resolute student. Slogans, Snniles. Saying: Remember the past. Live for the present. Prepare for the future. Up and On. Ambition: Teach- ing or Journalism. CINDI SMITH 1971-1976 Douglas Activities: 1st Basketball, Cross- country Team, Class and Clan Sports, Skiing, Beta Kappa Committee. Ambi- tion: To cultivate a memory. Probable Destiny: Herding ducks. Usually Found: Eating. Pet Peeve: I know you. Weakness: Peanut Butter. Favourite Saying: I wanna go home. ¥1 JUDITH STEIN 1973-1976 MacGregor Memories: Looking for roomie under the bed. Champagne at 12:00, Mac ' s, Hudson, Cabbagemen, Wed. Coffee with Ginny and Trish. Seen Most: Shortsheeting beds, Making spaghetti. Pet Peeve: Announcements, Involun- tary Showers. SUSAN STINSON 1969-1976 Douglas Activities: Prefect, Junior School Lia- son. Past President of Debating Society. Usually Found: Making Thomson wait. Living on coffee. Weakness: Six foot blondes. Pet Peeve: Being Short. Am- bition: To grow. MM SUSAN STRAK 1972-1976 MacGregor Activities: Advertising Editor of the Slogan, Choir, Debating, Drama, Bad- minton. Usually Found: Collecting tickets for the Rout. Saying: What was I going to say? Usually Called: Strak or Strako. Verse: Always do what you enjoy or you won ' t enjoy doing it. LILIAN STRIKE 1975-1976 Ross Actively interested in Dramatic Arts. Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen. Quotations of Courage and Vision, edited by Care Hermann Vess. 29 CAROLYN TAYLOR 1973-1976 Scott Ambition: To be a good speler. Destiny: Not writing blurbs in year- books. PAMELA TELFER 1969-1972, 1975-1976 Scott Activities: Beta Kappa, Tennis, Swim- ming, Class and Clan Sports, Games. Ambition: Phys. Ed. or Recreation. Usually Found: Sitting in front of Roy Roger ' s Restaurant. Memories: Bugg- ing Nancy, 13R5 Beauty Queen, Vice- President of Swingles . SUSAN THOMAS 1974-1976 Douglas Pet Peeve: Ken and my ' 65 Parisienne. Activities: Chauffering to Beckers at lunch. Saying: Live for today, be- cause the economy and the govern- ment can ' t be trusted. JANICE THOMSON 1971-1976 McLeod Memories: Assistant Slogan Editor, Football, Swim Team, Sailing, Chair Races in Grade 12. Ambition: Nurse Thomson. Usually Found: Waiting for Stinson, Going to L.C.S., Drink- ing Coffee. It is never any good dwell- ing on goodbyes. It is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the part- ing. LYNNE THOMSON 1964-1967, 1969- 1976 Campbell Activities: Swim Team, Synchronized, Drama, Golf, Tennis, Squash. Nick- name: ' Freak ' . Favourite Pastime: Getting into mischief. Usually Found: Hiding in lockers. Late for classes, or on a Perpetual diet. Probable Destiny: Dietitian. PAMELLA TOMKOW 1974-1976 MacGregor Activities: Drama, Librarian, I.S.C.F., Waiting to use my 1 30 of the phone, Listening to Tricia be wise and pro- found. Memories: Heat detectors be- ing covered in spray deodorant, Birth- day showers, 15 Cabs to Appleby, Being wakened to pink champagne. Fleas, a Bat at 2 a.m. 30 NORA TONG SHUI-FAN 1973-1976 MacGregor If only I had known the consequence, I would not have done that. ADELE TUCKER 1974-1976 Campbell Activities: Library Committee. Mottos: Keep looking up to Jesus. Smile, God loves you. Memories of Branksome: Fun, Laughter, Talking to your room- mates ' til 1 or 2 in the morning, and Too much homework. Nickname: Baby Bumpkins. LOUISE VALLANCE 1974-1976 McLeod Memories: Little Theatre, Rat Pack, Peyton Place, the girls . Virgin Islands, Cher, G.E.O.T.L.C., Paul Bassil ' s, of course. Black List, Jane ' s hair, People Friars, Slim-mints. Be yourself, it ' s a game you can ' t lose. DIANE VAN EVERY 1974-1976 Campbell Activities: U.N. Club. All heaven and earth flowered white obliterate . . . snow . . . uneasing snow. Hasin Hilroy ILSE VON GLATZ 1973-1976 McAlpine Activities: Simpson ' s Rep. Ambition: Living in Paris. Weakness: Sue Strak ' s mother ' s peanut butter cookies. Auf- wiedersehen and gracias senora. HELENE WALTON 1975-1976 Scott Activities: Sports Captain 13R5, Swim Team, S.P.P., (latecomer). Verse: Be- lieve in moderation only moderately and you will live in moderate happi- ness for a moderate length of life. But, you are not a moderate animal you shall exist eternally in extremes. 31 RECINA WAN 1974-1976 Ross SALLY WYATT 1973-1974, 1975-1976 Douglas Activities: Drama, Debating, Past Boarder. Pet Peeves: Explaining how I left at the end of grade ten and re- turned a year later for grade thirteen. No one ever travels so high as he who knows not where he is going. 32 JANET WRIGHT 1970-1976 Douglas Activities: Head of Resource Centre, Choir, I.S.C.F., Going in five differ- ent directions at once. Memories: Losing pens and pencils, Physics in lunch hours. Sunny lawns, Uneven floors and Laughter. Saying: I do remember, and then when I try to re- member I forget. A.A. Milne EMILY YEH YUK YING 1973-1976 Campbell Favourite Saying: Let it be. Favourite Song: Emma . Nickname: Wee-ee- ee. Yea. Ambition: To understand the world and to fulfill my dreams. CLASSES % I I Grade 9 9R14, 1st ROW: Suzie Dingwall, Anne Clements, Monica Dashwood, Jill Adams, Teresa Fischer. 2nd ROW: Leslie Fenske, Joanne Feekery. 3rd ROW: Diana Ferguson, Beth Farquharson, Liz Bohme, Lois Gamble, Susan Breckenridge, Sarah Cork, Sheila Buch- anan, Grace Bolton. 4th ROW: Karen Chisholm, Molly Falconer, Linda Aird. ABSENT: Bambi Bardowell, Dianne Cam- eron, Susan Drew, Ann Dunker, Karen Earle. 1 I 9R17, 2nd ROW: Joanne Stinson, Sonja Vallee, Sally Rigby, Jeannette Van De Merwe, Allison Wild, Diana Wishart, Anna Van Straubenzee, Estelle Tomson, Barbara Wood. 1st ROW: Trisha Yeates, Karen Ramsay, Katy Zeidler, Meg Sintzel, Nicola Tiede, Judy Quinnhill, Lisa Trinchan, Cindy Vipond. ABSENT: Susan Sheridan, Nancy Somerville, Dawn Thomson, Joy Waldie, Julie Ward, Christina Wood. 9R15, 3rd ROW: Vicki Pinnington, Sue Martin, Menta Murray, Rossana Pinero, Beth Hardcastle, Kristi Morrison, Kim Garside, Gladys Guerrero, Naomi Laufer, Anita Olanick, Margaret Lawson. 2nd ROW: Margaret Gooderham, Arlene O ' Hare, Millie Paupst, Colleen Kelley, Nancy Lea, Debbie Melsom, Faith Lepofsky, Cindy Picov. 1st ROW: Louise Greenaway, Kelly MacKenzie, Andrea Hector. ABSENT: May Giles, Julia Knight, Maria Mori, Jane Moses. 10R20, 1st ROW: Sue Skinner, Frances Thorsen, Christina Wood, Carolyn Todd. 2nd ROW: Paula Teeter, Katherine Woo. 3rd ROW: Michelle White, Heather Whitehead, Beth Woodsock. 4th ROW: Ann Yarnell, Janice Suarez, Shelley Wright, Wilma Wynne. ABSENT: jacqui Shykoff. 10R19, 1st ROW: Carol Pierce, Valerie Reid, Leslie Shooter, Liz Oughtred, Lavita Nadkarni, Theresa Norris. 2nd ROW: Marianne Reynolds, Margaret Moffat, Dede Osier, Kathy Sharf, Sarah Pitman, Frances Murphy. 3rd ROW: Arden Patterson, Mirabel Palmer, Jean Shaffer, Amanda Schultz, Suzanne Shamie, Mary Jane Morris, Stephanie Payne. ABSENT: Janet Morris, Lisa- beth Shaub, May Seeto, Annabel Ryley. 10R18, 1st ROW: Rebecca McCormack, Marianne Judson, Paula Marshall, Muffy McLeod, Kathleen Lamb, Kim Hartill, Carolyn Hayes, Karen Knoll, Carolyn Helbronner. 2nd ROW: Kim MacMillan, Martha-Lynn Hardie, Alison Knapp, Alison Hicks-Lyne, Monica Hamor, Lois Greisman, Cathie King, Anne Leadbeater. ABSENT: Amanda Graham, Krista King, Cindy Hughes, Kim McDonald, Jocelyn MacDonald, Jennifer Grenfell, Patricia Laski, Barbara MacMillan. 10R16, 1st ROW: Wendy Aird, Janet Gilbert, Gabbie Wallace, Carolyn DaCosta, Laurie Fergusson, Brigitte Duchesne. 2nd ROW: Jill Arthur, Denbigh Atack, Laurie Louise, Lesley Adamson, Cynthia Duncan, Lynda Bachorz, Carolyn Coulter, Laura Baxter, Linda Jane Davis. 3rd ROW: Ginny Campbell, Susan Belyea, Lisa Davies, Missy Gracey, Judy Garay, Karen Durish, Ann Duncan, Jenny Bawden. ABSENT: Carol Elliott. Grade 11 1 11 R8, 1st ROW: Carol Grossman, Anne Fraser, Nancy Barr, Celia Hore, Liz Hannan, Sabiha Haji. 2nd ROW: Nancy Hutchins, Lexi Bedington, Pippa Harris, Wendy Best, Sherry Cheng, Gill Evans, Nicky Falconer, Debbie Colman, Liz Campbell, Ines Hack. 3rd ROW: Marilyn Bare- foot, Debbie Hemstead, Lawrie Badger, Liz Gould, Brenda Davidson, Pam Brayley. ABSENT: Kathleen Armstrong, Wendy Capel, Jacqueline Cole, Marion Coulter, Jennifer Guy, Francine Hill, Elizabeth Jones. 11R10, 1st ROW: Louise Reilly, Tracy Smith, Bridget Wiley, Maureen Sullivan, Sandy Smythe, Laurie Stein, Heather Scott, Anne Rees, Vicky Raper, Heather Wildi, Nancy Ross. 2nd ROW: Diane Porter, Teresa Wood, Janet Wallace, Paula Pettitt, Michelle Proulx, Dale Taylor, Mike Wertheim, Gabby Souza, Bonnie Smith, Heather Stewart, Mary Zimmerman, Kari Silver. 3rd ROW: Flora Marie Smith. ABSENT: Ranjana Puri, Sue Wurtzburg, Marianne Schurman, Helen Wedge. 11R9, 1st ROW: Lynne Lawson, Hilary McPhail, Nicole MacDonnell, Hayley Parker, Louise Julseth, Jill MacCulloch, Jean Normand, Susan MacBrien. 2nd ROW: Susanna Leung, Christina Kelley, Sharon Munro, Susan Outram, Mary O ' Connell, Alison Noble, Jacqueline McClure, Sandra Nero, Lisa Lucas, Joanne Nevison. 3rd ROW: Gillian MacDonald, Sally MacKay, Patty Kuo, Karen Northey. ABSENT: Julyan Jones, Anne Milligan. g Grade 12 12R2, 1st ROW: Lynn jackson, Karen Lambton, Maple Lo, Gill Osier, Juliette Levy. 2nd ROW: Diana Harris, Stacy Orr, Cory Long, Nancy MacKenzie. 3rd ROW: Kathryn Morawetz, Laureen Newman, Liz Herridge, Peggy McFarland, Margot Hald- enby, Martha More, Pauline Look. 4th ROW: Kelly Herbin- son, Susan Hendrick, Kathy Johnston, Irish Larsson. 5th ROW: Marianne Montgomery, Robin Heintzman, Mary O ' Neil, Cathy Morrow, Kathryn Guyer, Nancy Hill. 6th ROW: Liz Pit- field, Liz Harper, Marie Lange, Kathy Lewer. ABSENT: Chikako Imai. 12R3, 1st ROW: Shannon Rol- ston, Cathy Woolhann, Lisa Sopha, Sandi Sale, Cathy Shaw, Judy Stein. 2nd ROW: Patti Spicer, Liz Wardrop, Moira Tasker, Sally Stevenson, Sharon Vardy, Nancy Riley, Nancy Rich- ardson. 3rd ROW: Eileen Smith, Carol Stinson, Sheila Rider, Jody Read, Jane Wiley, Jenny Wilkinson, Debbie Seagram. ABSENT: Jenny Sing, Jill Stewart, Louise Vallance. V? 12R1, 1st ROW: Kim Campbell, Marcia Gentles, Jane Eraser. 2nd ROW: Cathy Douglas, Sheree Chin, Cathy Campbell, Julia Fox- Revett, Lynda Copeland, Laurel-Beth Campbell, Grace Belch, Jackie Gordon. 3rd ROW: Michelle Arena, Lorraine Best, Younghee Choi. 4th ROW: Terri Bell, Martha Fisher, Linda Breithaupt, Cindy Bon- gard, Katy Breithaupt. 5th ROW: Christy Gunton, Liz Buchanan, Diana Coulter. 6th ROW: Leslie Beattie, Alison Gilbert. ABSENT: Julieta Arozqueta, Martha Brandham, Claire-Anne Bundy, Jean Cross, Vanessa DuBois, Sally Graham, Sue Greisman. ACTIVITIES BETA These are a few of the people involved with putting on dances throughout the school year. There were three dances this year — the Ramabai Rout in the fall to raise money for charity, the Christmas Dance and the Formal held at the Boulevard Club in March. Cookie Committee KAPPA Album Clean-Up Crew Energetic Executive President - Judy Allen Vice President - Barb Moffat Secretary Treasurer - Carroll Barnicke Staff Advisor - Miss Northgrave Artist - Laurie Stein OPHELEO SOCIETY A great facet of Branksome life is the terrif ic spirit that abounds. This spirit is visible constantly in Opheleo activities. Ramabai was a tremendous success, raising $1,180.35, through a combined effort of the senior and junior schools. Hot dog sales, an English tea, a legs competition. Prefect verses U.C.C., Stewards volleyball game and a host of really nifty bake sales prevailed during the week. The money that was raised was distributed to the Ramabai Mukti Mission, Lud- hiana Hospital and a considerable donation was made to the Multiple Sclerosis Society of Canada. Christmas cards and balloons were again sent to the Ramabai Mukti Mission. Many thanks to the girls who brought in cards. Our second fund raising drive is now in the planning stages and I ' m sure with continuing support it will be as successful as Ramabai. Miss. Baker has been a valu- able resource and advisor this year and special thanks are due to her for her dedication. The Opheleo executive would like to thank the society, Branksome, for its service this year. Success in the year to come. Deb. RESOURCE CENTRE A low murmur is audible. Industrious Branksomites can be seen bent over their work in the Resource Centre. A tall stack renders a discussion of a disas- trous date anonymous. In another corner someone frantically copies the last of an essay due yesterday. Brilliant minds are being sharpened for greater schol- arship. This corner of Branksome is being used! Branksome ' s Resource Centre is by no means an ordinary library. There is a steady stream of indivi- duals in and out making use of an ever-growing assort- ment of books. This year we are very fortunate to have a super group of librarians whose hard work and enthusiasm is ap- preciated all around. Thank you librarians! Also a special thank you to Mrs. Dick for all her encourage- ment and advice throughout the year. We and our committee have enjoyed our job and we hope it has been helpful to you especially with those crises and deadlines. Janet and Chris FRENCH LIBRARY Although it look a while for you to return your books, you eventually got most of them back. As well as some books from last year. Je vous remerci pour votre aide et votre co- operation surtout Inez et Mme Olsen. MUSIC It ' s been a year of several firsts for the Choir. We started in September with what we hope will become an annual choir weekend. In addition to our singing practices, we learned the finer points of dancing from Brenda. Will we ever forget Mr. Davey ' s twist , Mr. Jordon ' s monkey , and our bunny- hopping Miss. Healey? After a hectic first term of rehearsing, we performed at Rosedale Presbyterian Church, Trinity College Chapel, and finally at our own Branksome Carol Service. Arming ourselves with our growing repertoire, we are planning a four-day tour in April, along with our annual Spring Concert. The Chamber Choir is also performing constantly. To date we have sung at the Carol Service, at Win- ston ' s restaurant and at the Granite Club during the Christmas season. The Choir has really grown this year. Even though we have a younger group, we make up in enthu- siasm for what we lack in years. Thanks for your co-operation, effort and dedication. It ' s been a lot of work, but we ' ve learned so much about working together and still having a good time. Thanks to Mr. Davey for inspiring us, and to the Executive for their excellent organization and help. Love, Liz. CHAMBER CHOIR CHOIR CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP Does God really exist? Is Christianity real or artificial? Does it conflict with science? What about evolu- tion? Did Jesus really rise again? Do I have a purpose in life? These are only some of the questions. All of them have answers. The Christian Fellowship group met in 1974-75 for the first time, and was continued throughout the year with great success. This year we have again got together every Thursday afternoon and, with the kind support of Mrs. Stanley and Mr. Nicholus have spent a super year full of singing, discussing and fellowship. It was encouraging to see so many new faces; people interested in discussing and learning about themselves and their purpose in life. We hope that next year the group will continue to meet and grow as well as it did this year. Come, and together we ' ll make a joyful noise unto the Lord! Psalm 100:1 His Love and Peace From Us to You All. 53 Judy Stein, Stacy Orr, President; Sally Graham. The resolution before the school this year has been: Branksome ' s Debating Society is full of ideas and enthusiasm. We started the year off by training our fighters in all the tricks of the trade with beginning workshops. We faced the St. Clement ' s tourna- ment, and although we did not emerge the victors, our hearts were in it. Our brave fighters have fought many vigorous battles. St. George ' s idea of a uniform school system was successfully opposed by Branksome. We also clashed with U.C.C., T.C.S. and S.A.C. in mind boggling argu- ments. Right now we are busy brainstorming for the many exciting upcoming debates. We would like to give a special thanks to Mrs. Zommers, who ha s joined us for the first time this year and to Mrs. McRae. The extra time _ they have spent with us and their leadership have been great assets. We would also like to thank our terrific debators because we couldn ' t have done it without them. Therefore, from the above information, we definitely feel that the resolution has been unquestionably upheld! Stacy, Judy and Sally 54 DRAMA This term we decided to do something differ- ent in drama, so we produced our own play. The club got together and decided to center the pro- duction around loneliness . We divided our- selves into five groups and began to dramatize what loneliness meant to us. After many moons of practising, never-ending rehearsals, and with our invaluable Mr. Cairns, we had a production worth watching. From our point of view it was a success, and above all a great experience; meeting new friends, and getting a chance to express our own ideas. Indeed, we already have several new ideas tucked up our sleeves for the following two terms, under the instruction of Mr. Marshall. Liz and Cory. ARTS Thursday Afternoons On the hottest, stickiest, heaviest afternoon of the summer, Mrs. Broadview, Miss Pringle, and their mutual acquaintance Mrs. Peach, sat side by side, as they had done for thirty years every Thursday afternoon, and sweated under the burning heat of three late-model driers, in the city ' s most established salon — Ivan ' s House on the Hill. Mrs. Broadview leafed casually through a back issue of Glamour and silently thanked advanced technology for inventing a bleaching agent that lasted for six weeks instead of three. Bleaching and perming in one session had always almost killed her, and to have six weeks to recover from the scalpal shock was a welcome relief. Mrs. Broadview leafed casually through Glamour , re-reading beauty tips, and silently acknow- ledging the latest fashion rages. At sixty-seven she worked at maintaining a cosmic appearance. But even Mrs. Broadview ' s cool, cotton, summer print withered under the scalding blower and collapsed in weary folds around her. Mrs. Broadview had, or seemed to have, a very beautiful face. Around the limits of its tawny, cakey covering one could distinguish an edge of still fine white skin, and beneath heavy brows and weighted lids, two vibrant hazel eyes constantly assessed. And Mrs. Broadview was the kind of woman who lived in a generation that was not her own. Had she lived fifty years later, she might have achieved active involvement in life, whether advertently or inadvertently. Mrs. Broadview leafing through Glamour , widowed at forty, lonely at sixty, just lasting near seventy, should have been crying, but she wasn ' t. It was too hot. Miss Pringle, an unclaimed-blessing-of-a-book-wormed-librarian, sat rigidly erect under her shockingly pink drier and carefully catalogued Ivan ' s unquestionally novel-looking patrons, as SHE had done for the past thirty years — Mrs. Appelton, Mrs. Smithhill, Mrs. Churchgale, Miss Ratherly, Mrs. Cameron that gossiping, meddling, tiresome woman. Miss Arnold, only recently transferred from fiction to non-fiction having finally married the sailor father of her two small sons, Ms. Becher — on and on the show progressed. As hot air blew down around her. Miss Pringle sat in starched blackness, silently watching the show, silently watching the faces, stonily gazing at life . A tiny gleam of perspiration beaded on her leather-bound forehead, as the hottest, stick- iest, heaviest summer day ticked through its languid, laboured, card-catalogued shelves of moving time. Mrs. Peach, a fleshy, too hard-cored, slightly tangy woman in her early fifties sat in amiable silence, literally pouring over her eighteenth century novel, as both the novel ' s action and her mauve tinged drier burst into imaginary flames that swept through the parlour, swept through the building, swept through the town, and fizzled out on the unaffected pages before her. Mrs. Peach was an unusual woman. Unusual because after thirty years, seven children, thirteen grandchildren, five houses, seventeen hundred thousand meals, just as many cleaning women, and untold frustra- tions, she still loved her husband, still sang Amazing Grace with amazing grace, and still exuded a feeling of warmth and security. Mrs. Peach, heavy and happy, sat in the heat of Ivan ' s House, attentively absorbed in both her book and the people around her. For thirty years every Thursday afternoon, Mrs. Broadview, Miss Pringle and Mrs. Peach had sat 58 just as they were then sitting — listening to the drone of winged machinery buzzing round their ears, aching because of too-tight pin curls, sweating in the heat of it all. At 3:27 all three driers clicked off in office-timed accuracy, and all three women breathed silent, grateful sighs of relief as the weekly ordeal reached its conclusion. With a deft flick of the wrist, up shot Mrs. Broadview ' s lime green helmet; with a moderate, fittingly calculated swing, up turned Miss Pringle ' s bowl of a drier; and with motherly grace, out bumped Mrs. Peach ' s curl infested head from under her drier — the mauve one that had always been permantly stuck in the down posi- tion. The three women sat momentarily motionless, unaccustomed to the relative silence, crowned in all their splendour by log-shaped curlers and silver plated pins — scotch-taped shiny patches gleaming in the light, while the driers ' humid heat seemed still to hang about them — hovering just a little too closely ' round their heads. Mrs. Broadview, struggling to break through a dense jungle of cotton wool that seemed to have wrapped itself around the workings of her mind, thought vague thoughts that rambled on ahead of her. Focusing at first on shelves of deep pink amino pon, and then, surveying the deft efficiency of hands knee-deep in shampoo suds, Mrs. Broadview, in that motionless moment, was still thou- sands of miles away in back-time hours. Miss Pringle silently checked in over-due patrons and made mental notes of those still out- standing. It was Mrs. Peach, fruitlessly attempting to adjust her drier, who finally broke the buzzing silence by remarking to Miss Pringle that something really OUGHT to be done, just exactly what that something was, was never really outlined, nor was how it was to be done. Somehow it didn ' t seem to matter. At the sound of Mrs. Peach ' s voice, Mrs. Broadview awoke once more and found herself in 100 watt daylight, still seated in Ivan ' s House, Glamour in hand, curler on head. Turning to her thirty- year-once-a-week-under-the-drier-kindred-spirit-acquaintances, she commented casually on the heat of the day, and then, having exchanged those few words, stood up and walked towards the de- curling chair. Mrs. Peach and Miss Pringle, their weekly words having been exchanged, soon fol- lowed and took their places in other corners of the salon, sinking back into the quiet hum-drum- ming silence of their hot and sticky hours. Shirley Brown Grade 13 what a Day for Hunting! The day dawned cold and bright and the white grass crunched under the horses ' hooves. It was only eight-thirty, but already twenty riders and horses had gathered on the comnnon, hoping for a good hunt. By nine o ' clock everyone had arrived and the Master called the field together and they started off. it was going to be a good day for a hunt. The scenting conditions were exceptionally good for this time of year and the hounds were the fittest they had been all season. At the first wood, the hounds were sent in and for fifteen minutes only the crackling of dead leaves was heard. The sun had come out and was shining brightly on the scarlet jackets and brass buttons of the hunters. The horses were stomping noisily at the hard ground in their impatience. Suddenly the huntsman ' s horn was heard sounding the gone away and the hounds ' enthusiastic baying brought the field to attention. Hard hats were pressed down as far as possible on heads; gloves were put on; reins were gathered and ears pricked forward. The huntsman felt pleased with himself. Hounds had found early and scent was good. Now everyone just settled down for a good ride. The fox was leading them across an open field and then through a hedge and onto the next field. This continued for an hour after which time the fox disappeared into the woods. While the hounds tried to pick up the scent again, the horses caught up and rested. By now most of the people were chatting gaily with their neighbours and their talk was interrupted as the gone away was sounded again. Off they all went again, through fields, forests, and streams. After a good three hours of hunting, the fox ran into a wood and down a hole. The normal procedure would be to get terriers and dig him out, but it was agreed that the fox had given a good chase and ought to be allowed to live, in hopes that he would give the hunt a nother good run. Heather Wildi Grade 11 60 Little Friend Do you remember, little friend When you used to sit here with me, And listen to my small secrets? And when I asked you what to do You would look at me as if The answer were there all the time? And as we grew, my little friend. How your answer would remain the same No matter what the question would be? Where are you now, little friend? The past creeps up on me. Its black doors swinging wide. Its cold wind circling around me Filling up my eyes. With a salty sea. Oh, little friend. How I long to be with you. To look into your deep grey eyes, And sense the meaning of what you ' re trying to say But your eyes are closed forever now, In a sleep I do not know. And cannot comprehend. Perhaps some day, I will know it. And find my little friend there. Waiting for me. Janice Suarez Grade 10 Red and yellow leaves fluttered to the ground. Their lives had ended. They were leaving their summer home, the tree, to fight against winter, alone. Beth Farquarson Grade 9 61 Winning Essay — 1975 Prize Essay Competition Pull! I wish I could see inside the old belfrys of Europe. I wish I could see the men pulling the stout ropes that sway the bells and bring the clappers into contact with the metal. I wish I could stand beside them and hear the deafening peals. However, I can imagine. I have never been to Europe, but I have seen pictures of ancient chur- ches settled comfortably in the centre of antique towns. These churches must have bells that re- quire human exertion. I can imagine a group of men walking silently up into the bell tower and placing themselves by their bell. Someone gives a nod and muscles strain as bells are rung in suc- cession to form a tune. If it is the appropriate time, one proud man continued after the rest, tolling his bell to match the hour. After he is finished, the men exit, leaving the bells silent ' til the next hour, quarter hour or Sunday. The people of the towns set their watches by the bells. The peals regulate their lives. By listening, they know when to stop for lunch, to hurry to church, or to hasten home for the witching hour is upon them. I think that they would miss the bells deeply if they were ever silenced. I wonder if it is a great honour to be a bell-ringer. Maybe it is a family honour that has been passed down from father to son for generations. Each new generation is taught the correct se- quences for pulling the ropes that cause the ancient chimes. Or, maybe selected young boys are taught by masters in the art. If girls can be bell-ringers, I would like to try it sometime. If no girl has ever been one, I would not like to be the first, because I would break a tradition. I know that some bell-ringers wear mediaeval costume. I hope this does not make their job more difficult because the clothing of the Middle Ages has always looked heavy to me. But perhaps the weight of the clothes is useful as it will help keep the bell-ringers down as the great bells tilt and jerk the ropes into the air. It must be a thrilling experience to be pulled aloft by a bell, and in dropping, ring it aga in. When I look at the pictures of the towns and their church spires, ! hear the pealing bells. This adds the last touch to the scene, making it have a fairy-tale quality. For me, it would not be the same, if I knew that the bells were silent and the peals were produced artificially. Diana Harris Grade 12 Written in two hours under examination conditions. Ballet The Way I Saw It When I was in kindergarten, I spent every Tuesday evening held prisoner in a deep dark dun- geon by the witches and a wolf with yellow eyes. Why I chose ballet lessons I will never know! Dancing class completely transformed our school gym, which during the day, was just another room. By five o ' clock it was grim and spidery, and smelled of dust. Thick mud-brown curtains kept all the light away but let in hundreds of eerie, crawling shadows. Innocent storage cupboards became huge vaults full of blood-thirsty things. I know, because I saw one! It was a box that be- longed to the Cub-Pack and it had a shiny wolf with bright yellow eyes painted on its side. The wolf had sharp fangs and it stood out in the darkness. It used to make my skin crawl but I checked the same musty cupboard every week just to make sure it was still there. The queen of the gloom was a tall ballet teacher with a loud, high pitched voice. She had a black leotard, black tights, black shoes, black hair, black eyes and a black heart. I could never look at her without thinking of the Wicked Witch of the West. Her loyal henchman was an ancient tooth- pick who played the piano. This lady never spoke, she just wore polka-dot dresses. I always thought if anyone touched her they would prick their fingers. I do not remember much about the dancing part, just one awful moment when I actually did something properly. The teacher told everyone to stop and watch how it was done, but I could not remember what I had done. This caused a sensation because the witch was nearly tearing her hair in frustration. I did not listen to a word she screamed though; I just turned bright, flaming crimson and would have traded my soul for a tunnel to Hong Kong. One happy incident before Christmas sticks in my mind. It was the last lesson! We each got a candy cane and were told, Don ' t eat it before your supper. Merry Christmas. Outside the air was sharp and smelled cold and fresh, the way I like it. Great, huge snowflakes floated lazily down and cooled my face. All the Christmas lights were on and the whole street glowed and sparkled in a red and green pattern. It was absolutely perfect! Then I remembered my candy cane. I unwrapped it and ate it just like a raw carrot, taking huge bites, munching them up and swallowing them. My hands got all sticky and my teeth were full of peppermint candy. It was a little hard to chew and my mouth did begin to ache a bit but I ignored it all and pretended I was an indestructable gar- bage disposal. After all, I thought, those two witches owed me at least one candy cane anyhow. 63 Cold Spell — trees squealing like taut violin strings plants steaming merrily in windows laughing at the freezing, rosy humans — rustling branches protesting the cold and frost, fogging spectacles — foot stomping, handclapping cold Lori Nero Grade 13 Marilyn Barefoot Grade 11 Clouds The Clouds drift on huge bird wings. They hover and watch us. Then informed, drift away. Allison Wild Grade 9 Liz Hannan Grade 11 0 Remind Me Remind me to go to university to be the best female doctor the world has ever seen. With determination I will open all my doors. Remind me. Remind me to love the wealthy and the poor and deny no one. Remind me. Remind me to value people as people for their love, friendship and for themselves. Remind me. Remind me to keep in close contact with my parents and loved ones. Contribute to the world what I know, I only live once, I will leave my mark somehow. ArleneO ' Hare Grade 9 Although I ' m not a butterfly, I often wish I mi ght, Break open reality ' s cocoon. And spread my wings in flight. Lauren Boyington Grade 10 Pat Spicer Grade 12 The Cloud Rolling, rumbling, and racing through its endless kingdom, the mass advances swiftly, yet silently. It surges forth, as fast as the wind, becoming swollen, and dark. The majestic skydweller is halted, its life has ended. Then, an explosion, As the cloud drops its cumbersome package, the cycle is continued. Kathryn Morawetz Grade 12 Diana Ferguson Grade 9 A cold, bare, steel pot. Filled to the brim, with clear, hot steaming water. In a matter of minutes. Bubbles form along the bottom of the pot. Soon, they rise to the top, and burst quickly and silently. An unblemished, perfect white oval object, rests quietly in the bottom of the pot. one minute . . . Diana Ferguson Grade 9 two mmutes . . . three minutes . My egg is done. Nancy Hutchins Grade II 67 Annabel When I was eight years old, 1 enjoyed every day of the week, except Thursday. Thursday was the day my sister Dianne and I went for our music lesson to Miss McPherson. I hated Miss McPherson. I hated her dull narrow cottage, and the way she stabbed me with her elbow when I got any of my scales wrong. I also hated Annabel. She was an ancient doll made of china with coarse black string for hair and a yellow face. Miss McPherson kept her in a cardboard box underneath the washstand. I was allowed to play with her whilst waiting to have my music lesson because she always listened to Dianne first. Miss Mc- Pherson said that it was a special treat to be allowed to play with her but I never felt it so. Annabel was not the playing type of doll. She had round black eyes which always bore a startled, shocked expres- sion as if they were constantly gazing on appalling sights. However, there was one particular Thursday which I shall never forget as long as I live. On that cold autumn day my sister and I were making our way slowly along the chestnut tree lined avenue. I was shaking with apprehension, knowing that every step I took was bringing me nearer to the dragon ' s cottage. Dianne was skipping and laughing. She had not got a care in the world. Not sur- prisingly, for she knew that she could play her pieces perfectly. We began to reach the familiar land- marks such as the old red pillar box, that told us we were nearing the cottage belonging to Miss McPher- At last we came to the large black gate which opened onto the grey flagstoned path. I saw Miss Mc Pherson at the window, watching us out of her horn-rimmed spectacles. Dianne boldly took hold of the shining brass door knocker, let go of it and then giggled at the resounding noise it made when it hit the door. A few minutes later Miss McPherson opened the door. She glared at us and then told me to go straight up to her bedroom, and take great care of Annabel. Reluctantly I went upstairs and pulled the dogeared cardbox from underneath the washstand. Annabel seemed to have a more pained expression than usual. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her with her old-fashioned pinafore dress and her coarse hair. I sat her on the edge of the washstand and it was there, in the mirror above the wash- stand that I saw it. It was a photograph of a girl propped up on the dressing table. Oddly enough I had never noticed it before, and I was convinced that it must have only newly been brought out of a drawer, I left Annabel balanced precariously on the washstand, and went over to the dressing table. I recognized the face at once; it was Miss McPherson ' s. She looked exactly like Annabel with black hair, a neat pina- fore dress, black laced boots and large black eyes. Then I heard a crash! I spun round, and there at the foot of the washstand I saw the remains of Annabel. Her arms, legs and face were smashed beyond repair and her pinafore dress, boots and black hair lay limply on the ground surrounded by the wreckage. I was terrified, and I could not bring myself to tell Miss McPherson what I had done. Naturally, I per formed my pieces badly because I was so upset. Miss McPherson said I was either ill or a complete idiot, and sent me home with Dianne in disgrace. That night, I could not sleep for worrying and by next morning, I had decided to go directly after school and tell Miss McPherson about what I had done. At four o ' clock I left school and walked to Miss McPherson ' s cottage feeling ill with fear. I was sur- prised to see policemen and neighbours crowded in her tiny front garden. When I tried to enter the cot- tage a plump woman with rosy cheeks pulled me away. Don ' t you go in, my dear — there ' s no one there. Miss McPherson — they ' ve taken her away — not more than an hour ago. Fell down the stairs she did from top to bottom — oh, it ' s a proper deathtrap is that staircase, So, I ' m sorry. Miss McPherson. I should have warned you, but I did not know the consequences. Sharon Munro Grade 11 Rumours, They live because people spread them. I heard one and laughed. Rumours, Vicious stories Based on nothing. Lies. I heard it again and laughed. Mean, petty tales hurt, I heard it again and was silent She doesn ' t deny it. How could she? We know. Have you heard? Did you see? Silence. Falsehoods, eternally breeding Flourishing, permeating the securest thoughts I heard it, and denied it. Why would she bother to refute it if she knew it was a lie? We know better. Have you heard? Did you see? Rumours, Penetrating, growing. They live because friends spread them. I heard one and laughed. I heard another and cried. Cathy Morrow Grade 12 Dedicated to the Other Half A seed, sown then in friendship was given sun, our joy rain, our tears food, our thoughts. A paradox in ways, in happenings we parted, but the seed remained. Now grown full high, the branches reach for heaven ' s kiss; the clouds waft soft in memory. The rich, dark earth still fertile and delicious to all fibre and all vein, produces more love than each barked arm can hold within the strengthened body of wood, water and light. Henceforth, the day will dawn that a bird shall quick alight; life-giving leaves will intertwine, surrounding a Karen Earle Grade 9 You used to be my daughter; Laughing, running, playing, Then I saw a change, A lack of Love for poor old dad As he picked you up at 8:00; And I still remember, the sour look you As I said don ' t come home late. The nights I sat and waited, I knew the hooks were baited; The big bite finally came, I ' m marrying him, dad 1 love him, dad Please don ' t be mad And now my joy of life is over; My little girl is gone; ( hear she has a little one; She says she ' s named it after her man, Her Dad! ! Jenny Bawden Grade 10 Memories Memories are made of things that happen every day. Moments as we live them, Things we do or say. Tiny bits and pieces, laughter mixed with tears. Paragraphs and pages, written through the years. Friendships we remember, mistakes we now regret, some little secret place that we never could forget. Memories are happenings, each of a different kind. Many separate chapters are carried on our minds. We can ' t undo the wrongs we ' ve done or bring back days now passed. We cannot run away from things, or make a moment last . . . . . . Forever, that ' s what it seems like; as if there were no end. But memories keep building, so each day can be the start of making new and happy ones to keep within our hearts. Sonja Vallee Grade 9 The Inevitable The innocence shows through his immaculate eyes. He sees, but cannot protect himself against the inhumane enemy. He is born into a world of wonder. Isn ' t it too bad he ' ll never experience it. His brain is inert and his body petrified like a stone carving. As he lies back on the frozen sheet of ice his eyes roil up in sympathy. Upon his body there is a dark ominous shadow in the figure of a human being. Against the calibre of this master mind the innocuous seal hasn ' t a chance of survival. As the club descends rapidly, the placid seal pathetically awaits his death. Within seconds the carrion is lying on the ice. The hunter ' s elated eyes are full of glee as he slowly drags his victim away. Laureen Newman Grade 12 Photo bv julie MacBrien Grade -13 Of Fallen Men A long walk at the height of autumn could be quite pleasant, thought Adam. The English autumn could be very cold, and always extremely windy but pleasant nevertheless. The leaves looked very beautiful; a few floated down to land on his feet, shiny and a warm yellow even in death. As a matter of fact, the whole street in front of him was carpeted with leaves, the chaotic medley of people crushing them into fragments as they walked. The whole scene was bright, and colourful crushed leaves intermingled with sweet wrappers and miscellaneous pieces of garbage and an assortment of people, just as contrasting, walking over them. Adam turned into a small lane; as he left the crowd behind him he lessened his pace until he was almost strolling along. He kept the hat well adjusted, so that his face hardly showed, only the deep creases around his mouth and nose being visible. The neighbourhood was well- known to him. Every building, every centuries — old oak, every inhabi- tant of every house. Only the last house along the lane seemed a little estranged from the others. He walked along towards it, tasting the differ- ent atmosphere, revelling in the warmth generated by the emotion that enveloped him. He knew this place. He could come here as often as pos- sible. He quickened his pace again. Good morning, Mr. Burke. She stood there like a malevolent imp, four feet eight inches tall, wizened and stamped with a permanent leer. Six months ago she used to greet him as Adam, the enchanting young man next door. Six months ago, he reflected. Good morning, Angelina, he nodded in return. That took away a little of the pleasure that coming here gave him, leav- ing a bitterness in his mind. His face darkened, fear and disgust mingling with his glassy cracked features. Disgust at himself, fear of them. All of them. He stood at the door of the last house. It was a beautiful oaken door, dark and smooth, in spite of having withstood centuries of buffeting by the weather, and by little children, swarming around it, playing tag or Red Indians. It was damp inside. Cobwebs came off his fingers, and a mistiness hung in the air. It smelt like — like somehow, the toast and roast apples Doris used to make for breakfast. That was eight months — just eight months ago. His mind went back. It was hard to go back, to reminisce; it brought strange emotions cascading upon him. But in this house it was as hard not to. At first, one thought would register. He had risen up to the higher echelons of the pharmaceutical industry five years before. That was when he was just twenty-five, and for a long time it counted as one of the more brilliant achievements in the industry. His social life had be- come much more extensive; he had obtained greater respect from his colleagues; his salary was high enougn to awe even those who were old hands at the business; ana had been in it for much longer without such spectacular pay raises. In short, Adam Burke was undoubtedly one of the elite. Few people were born with minds that were more than mere storage spaces for information, and with external appearances that were a little more than passable. He used to place his fingers on the laboratory doors and feel thrills running through him; he used to read essays on various aspects of organic and physi- cal chemistry for hours at a stretch. It was a happy, full exist- ence that he led, and a pleasure almost all the way. And it was the same way when he met Doris. Physically she was all that he could desire in a woman. The fact that her men- tal capacity did not match his hardly mattered. There was so much in the way of compassion and the ability to give of her- self that compensated for any lack of academic achievements. Oh, he had known it. He smiled, standing in the dark living room filled with dust. He knew he had had everything he wished for. Enough money, brains and a good deal of brawn. And he certainly didn ' t feel charitable or condescending to- wards the less fortunate half. Of course, he was in top form when among his brilliant contemporaries, but the other facets of his character were quite satisfied when he was with the others . The rather unintelligent, not-so-good-looking, generally weak ranks of his fellow man. He felt good about not being snobbish — that seemed to him a thing very few people could manage. Rather neat, he thought — nothing to be proud of, of course. Marriage with Doris proved to be wonderful. It was a pleas- ure to teach her how to enjoy and manipulate her existence. And it was a pleasure to save ner the trouble of fixing broken machines, leaking faucets, torn curtains and even cooking sometimes. He had managed to learn a little of every such thing, somehow, and it was one of his chief delights to make good use of his knowledge and give those he loved the best of everything. Especially his wife. Not that she ever understood his need to devote himself to everything at once. To be his chief interest in life was all she had ever worked towards. All women behaved thus, in his opinion. Often they would visit his par- ents, who lived in a remote part of Cornwall. They gave him the same treatment they gave their eleven other children — a mix- ture of love and indifference. To Doris, he was all the world and the fact that the reverse was not true caused her visible agony. Anyway it was all so long ago; so much time had elapsed ap- parently . . . He Drought his mind back to the present. Climbing up two flights of stairs, he came to what had been the nursery. The blue crib still stood in the corner of the wide room. Something he hadn ' t the heart to sell — perhaps someday someone would use it, and that someone ' s father would derive the same pleasure from seeing his baby daughter smile up at him from it. That, he thought, had been the only thing that had truly given him fulfillment, as distinguished from sheer sensual pleasure. His ability to create another living being, a perfectly formed human — something that almost made him believe in the existence of God. That was stupid, he thought then. No God to rule me, no man to oppress me was one of his favourite cliches. He was what is generally known as a self-made man- one who had carved his path in life through work, intelligence and not too-well-lined pockets. His high position in the pharmaceutical indus- try, his wife, his daughter, his possessions (the dearest above all being his house in West London) — none of that did he owe some nebulous concept men worshipped as the Almighty. He was content to be his own benefactor. Perhaps it was this immutable faith in himself, perhaps just a quirk of perversity, that involved him in a violent disagreement with the firm ' s board of directors. The chairman happened to be a most diffi- cult person to convince, and the outcome of the fracas was particularly bitter for Adam. Not that it mattered, he told himself later. He had stuck to his guns, and to his ethical code. He hadn ' t ever deemed it necessary to deviate Man from his principles for another man ' s sake, and he wasn ' t going to start now even if it meant losing his prestige which was exactly what happened, of course; he was transferred to another department al- together and occupied a lower, much lower, position in the firm. Being Adam, he had developed a most convincing nonchalant atti- tude about the whole affair, and made the same mistake so many others in his situation had made before him. Money was but an instrument to colour man ' s temporal existence, he proclaimed. That bankruptcy, to a man of his position, was a blurred dream that never failed to come into tangible being, his intelligence did not tell him. As always, he couldn ' t pinpoint when exactly his slide to the bottom of the ladder had begun. It was difficult and unpleasant to collect his thoughts when the final phase of tragedy stood before him. One thing after another began to go wrong. The first he could distinctly remember was going numb. And the first time that happened was when the leeches , all those men among whom he had to distribute his wealth, stood at his doorstep and demanded that he fulfil his debts. Nothing came apart at once. It was a slow-motion process. First some of the furniture went. Then the valuables, and there followed inevitably the moving to a smaller apartment, and the accep- tance of a lower, much lower, position in the firm. His losses had been great — all the schemes he had invested in were slowly disintegrating until eventually he was left with a bare minimum. He couldn ' t save anything from the wages either, and above all, he didn ' t have the heart to sell the house in West London. Not that — not his last link to whatever the past had been: illusion, deception, whatever. Three months ago, when he had first realized that he was in the broadest sense of the word, bankrupt, he rejected everything (except the house) he ' d valued, it was reasonably a simple process, packing his bags and leaving the house while his wife and daughter were out. No notes, nothing. Just the first bus to Wales. That was all that stuck in his mind of the break from his former existence. No last minute details of how he ' d paid the bus driver, the porter, how many steps it was to the bus stop; no last glances at anything. Just a clean break. He wondered why people termed that sort of action sadistic. Was it sadistic to stop hurting yourself, and those you loved? After all, Doris was quite capable of getting along without him — any woman left to her own resources fights back with a defiant aplomb that is quite remarkable. He stopped thinking and let his mind go blank for a while. Then he walked slowly out of the house. As he closed the door behind him, he heard for the first time the noise of the traffic outside. That was another of the pleasant things about this house — once inside, one could barely hear anything of the outer world. One could afford to relax completely. He walked round the back of the small garden, and stopped at the edge of the pond. For no reason at all, his eyes filled with tears, and he felt an explosive urge to cry. And cry he did. Loudly and harshly. It was pure relief, that outburst. He calmed down after a short while, and sat at the edge of the bank and looked into the water. The grey and blue sky, the grass on the bank, the last of the summer flowers were clearly reflected at him. And so was a blotched red face, with blood- shot eyes and swollen lips. And now he burst into laughter. Softly at first, then in loud bellows. It was all foolish — all fool- ish. A rat race. He laughed at himself, he laughed at his med- iocrity, his illusions of self-importance and intelligence, his happiness when he found he could do things fast and well, his fulfillment when he became a father. He laughed at them — them especially — the rest of the world. All those men and women running the same rat-race, getting nowhere. All of their lives would collapse eventually, just as his had. Everybody would come down to the same level as he had, they ' d just wait a little longer — but they all had it coming. He laughed at the house, the blue crib, the pond, and most of all at himself, his reflection in the water. He laughed until he was tired enough to sleep, and then he laid his head on the grass. With one arm flung across his face, shielding the smile on his lips, he went to sleep. Laila Anil Grade 13 JUNIOR SCHOOL Our sports program is thriving again this year. Thanks to Mrs. Van Fleet and Mrs. Bennet for their coaching and the Junior School for their support. Our basketball team is bouncing onward and the swim team helped to win the Bishop ' s Cup while our cross-country team gave their all in the meet this fall. Thank-you Junior School for making this year my best year since Grade 2. It has been an ex- perience I will never forget. Keep up the good work, Martha To the Junior School, with love. How do I thank thee? Let me count the ways. For the lunch hours we ' ve spent. And the games that we ' ve played; For the dances we ' ve danced, And the laughs that we ' ve shared; For the spirit undaunted. And the support galore; For the lessons you ' ve taught me. That I ' ll never forget. Thank-you Martha, Miss Brough and Mrs. Van Fleet, And, to the Junior School, thank- you, with love. Sue KINDERGARTEN BACK ROW: Miss Seixas, Sara Trent, Christine Graham, Mairi Ann Padmore, Lisa Collins, Mrs. Upjohn. MIDDLE ROW: Dominic Doull, Catherine Moore, Jennifer Kellie, Julie Bell, Alana Smith, Kenlock Walters, Patrick Sohn, Anwen Hughes, Genevieve Dal- glish. FRONT ROW: Jack Eaton, Robin Speke, Jennifer Jane Grif- fiths, Heather McCarthy, Joshua Newlands, Michelle Fortnum, Gillian Cowper, Pippa Aird, Jenni- fer Kells, Sarah Garrov , Dov Atlin, Michael Ross, Daniel Eldridge. I had a bunny rabbit. Its ears were green. Its body was red. And I loved him a lot. Carol Riley Grade 1 GRADE ONE BACK ROW: Matthew Doull, Tony Wild, Anne Roe, John Moise, Becky Adamson, Carol Riley, Mrs. Dan. FRONT ROW: Stephanie Worts, Sabrina Bur- dass, Meghan Jones, Namrita Kohli, Victoria Valius, Denise Finlay, Jenny Karsh. ABSENT: Andrea Franks. Alex Alex is my little brother. He whines a lot. Sometimes I like him. Sometimes I don ' t. When he whines at me I get angry at him. I say Alex, don ' t sniffer at me again. Jenny Wild Grade 2 Boots Soft, short ears, Nibbles, plays, climbs, A furry little thing, Tomcat. Martha Robinson Grade 13 GRADES TWO AND THREE BACK ROW: Mrs. Ellisan, Abi- gail Shocter, Michelle Kramer, Kristina Valius, Margaret-Anne MacDonald, Amy Hathaway, Suzanne Mayer, Stephanie Cowper, Lisa Gelinas, Catherine Hazlitt, Jennifer Wild, Martha Morden. FRONT ROW: Richard Fortnum, Rohan Nicholls, Mel- lisa Worts, Monica Mezia, Shel- ley Burdass, Brenda Molle, Martha Miller, Valerie Helbron- ner, Mary Cork, Timothy Halyk, Grant Watson, Robin Bradshaw, Alice Ketchum. GRADE FOUR BACK ROW: Tony Inksater, Pamela Vallance, Stacy Costa, Angela Cowper, Lisa Halyk, Catriona Padmore, Jennifer McNab. FRONT ROW; Jessie Hazlitt, Paige Cowan, Melanie Evans, Melinda Bradshaw, Susan Higgins, Susan O ' Connor, Ms. Cochrane. Small Joys Stroking grey velvet pussy-willows In spring, Hearing those silver songs The trushes sing. Seeing, in summer sunshine. After showers, Bright butterflies sip honey From the smallest, sweetest flowers. Dianne Daminoff Grade 5 GRADE FIVE BACK ROW: Darcy Bett, Isobei Calvin, Vivien De Boerr, Heidi Evans, Cynthia Hathaway, Jessica Kellough. MID- DLE ROW: Jennifer Geddes, Allison Helbronner, Dianne Daminoff, Catherine Temelcoff, Wendy Wilson, Karen Mooney, Lenore Wille, Ellen Miller, Jane Pal- mer, Lorlei Graham, Christine Hocking, Sally Pitfield, Kristin Peach, Margot Barefoot, Dahne Sloan. FRONT ROW: Priscilla Heffernan, Colleen Doyke, Lisa Mit- chell, Cynthia Higgins, Nicola Mayer, Barbara Legge, Stephanie Shorter. 84 Morning In the morning bright and early The cobwebs glitter with silken thread. I open my eyes and get out of bed. Silently I tiptoe to my closet. I get dressed and eat breakfast. Outside the dreamland before me still, The dewy meadow, the green hill. I lie in the grass. And watch life pass. It ' s a beautiful time in the morning. Holly Chercover Grade 6 The Pussy-Cat ' s Search This way and that way She moves her velvet feet, Keeping in rhythm Like a musical beat. Her eyes are glowing A ghastly green. I think she ' s planning On something mean. She slips very quickly Through my door, Boldly crouched Against the floor. She lumbers out Just like a bear. Whiskers straight. Tail in the air. She mills about the silent house In an everlasting search For the little gray mouse. Steffy Griffiths Grade 6 GRADE SIX FRONT ROW: Janet Ondatje, Eliza- beth Young, Anne Barnard, Jenni- fer Lakie, Holly Chercover, Martha Fell, Melanie DuBois, Carrie Cogan, Alex Tomson, Sheri Chisholm, Kathleen McCombe. MIDDLE ROW: Liz Wall, Gael Robinson, Julia Cowan, Leslie Minshall, Wendy Buchanan. BACK ROW: Diana Collins, Barbara Ward, Shiona MacKenzie, Stephanie Grif- fiths, Linda Spence, Susie Garay, Deneen Brigham, Laurie Cooper, Trudy Watson, Lesley Crang, Laurie Abel. ABSENT: Anne-Claire Mont- gomery. 85 Solitaire There is nothing more beautiful, Or fruitful, Than a walk. Without any talk. In a forest With nothing but a chorus Of birds. That only you hear. Rosemary Maxwell Grade 7 GRADE 7R10 BACK ROW: Miss De Beer, Donna-Lisa O ' Brien, Susan Shaw, Fiona Greenaway, Melinda Gibson, Sophia Brinkman, Elizabeth Stuart, Sara-Jane Davey, Suzan Hill, Sarah MacCulloch. MIDDLE ROW: Mary-Anne Wurtsburg, Wendy Lewer, Heather Harwood-Nash, Jean Hardy, Julia Allan, Victoria Evans, Patricia O ' Conner, Sarah Ranger, Lynda McCready. FRONT ROW: Jennifer Pitman, Randi Robertson, Sarah Chisholm, Nancy Vernon, Martha Younger, Adri- enne Lawson, Andrea Mori, Alison Wiley, Amanda Worley. ABSENT: Sara Bongard. GRADE 7R9 BACK ROW: Robin Richardson, Kate Truster, Kelly Hawke, Judy Mc- Clure, Margaret O ' Brian, Rosalind Adams, Susan Cromby, Cecilia How- kins, Barbara Mullin, Rosemary Maxwell, Catherine Montgomery. MIDDLE ROW: Virginia Harris, Tania MacDougall, Nancy Lawson, Mary Morden, Margot Greisman, Adrienne Robers, Nicole Pierce, Aneeta Dayal, Michel Goodman. FRONT ROW: Margot Wright, Marilyn Wal- lace, Susan-Eva Porter, Pamela Hunt, Anne Louise Genest, Mary Kelton, Kathleen Stinson, Dana Bett. Rebecca Fat There once was a lady called Rebecca Fat, Whose friend and pet was George the bat. His friend was Carmilita the cat. Her friend was Pop the rat. Pop would sleep on a mat with the cat, the bat, and, of course, Rebecca Fat. This was quite comfortable, Until, one day in May Pop the rat and Carmilita the cat hit Rebecca Fat, very flat, with George ' s baseball bat. The cops called in George and his bat, For killing poor Rebecca Fat. And that was that. Jennifer Pitman Grade 7 J GRADE 8R4 FRONT ROW: Christine Grant, Joanne Sisam, Sara Jane Mair, Beth Ebenhardt, Carmen Jeffery, Anna Bongard, Jacqueline LaFrano. MIDDLE ROW: Suzanne Toro, Nancy Howson, Penny Duke, Jennifer Griffiths, Zenobia Omarali, Stephanie Crozier, Shelia MacMillan, Catherine Sounders, Pat Cooper. BACK ROW: Lisa Molle, Tracy Dalglish, Judy MacGowan, Susan Herold, Clare Palmer, Kathryn Liptrott, Mile. Gerrard, Vicki Bassett, Helen Graham, Jennifer Gillaspie, Fiona Roberts. ABSENT: Tanya Griffiths-Jones, Jennifer Holland. It was early in the morning. I was sitting on a dock, the sun was rising, gushing upward, a faint wool-like cover lay over the crystal lake, the smell of pine was pungent in the air, the only sound I heard was my own heart, beating, and there, with beauty surrounding me, I saw god . Pat Cooper Grades 87 Evening The light is fading fast. And as through a misty glass I see the rainbow coloured clouds Painted by an angel ' s brush, I hear the wind in the trees. And the delicate song of the thrush. Lora Crighton Grades GRADE 8R7 FRONT ROW: Kathleen Slater, Amanda Woolham, Kate Wiley, Jane Horner, jocey Smith, Lisa Hutchins, Judi Enns, Ann Whomsley, Lora Crighton, Louise Cummins. MIDDLE ROW: Diana Osier, Katie London, Madge Barr, Martha Allen, Stacey Evans, Sharon Minshall, Annette Finlay. BACK ROW: Mrs. Bennet, Dana King, Kerrie Gibson, Sheila Campbell, Susie Sinclair, Paula Doyle, Sarah Ondaatje, Bryn MacPherson. A Wild Flower Far ahead, I can see Its radiant colours bloom, And the earth seems hushed. Susan Farrow Grades GRADE 8R8 FRONT ROW: Susan Gorden, Cathy Stevenson, Lisa Fung, Lori Gray, Kirsten Munro. MIDDLE ROW: Nancy Bernard, Susan Farrow, Fiona Sampson, Hope Hum- phrey, Tami Fisher, Suzanne Beer, Donna Wille, Janet Cade, Sue Bain. BACK ROW: Margaret Kemp, Jill Palmer, Maureen Dempsey, Jane Crawford, Laurie Gunton, Anne Cooper, Eleanora Cunietti, Jane Edwards, Andrea Duncan, Signey Eaton. ON POSTS: Margy MacMillan, Lise Haf- ner. ABSENT: Mrs. Hay. Madness A moment sane, the sky is blue, He hears the sea, he feels the warmth, Then suddenly it ' s gone, it ' s black. He sees his life again, his wife, His lovely wife is there, he howls. He pulls his chains and rips his skin. He sees a fire, his madness rages. The sky is black, the thunder roars. The sea is crashing in a storm. The air is cold, it ' s black as pitch. He paces, running round the pole, That holds him firm on iron chain. He howls and madly pleads to God, His jailers curse, his madness goes. A moment sane, the sky is blue He hears the sea, he feels the warmth. His madness gone, gone forever. For he lies dead in his bed of hay. At thirty one, a silent corpse. He laughs with his wife in heaven, Dancing, madness gone forever. Kirsten Munro Grades CLANS Bruce We ' re climb ing, branch by branch, to the top! Kate and Katie Striving to be the strongest branch of the Branksome tree! Bryn and Sarah Johnston Our colour is red, And we ' re fighting like the devil. Jane and Hope Fraser 1st ROW: Diana Osier, Sarah Ondaatje. 2nd ROW: Judy McClure, Paula Doyle. Tennis Choir We ' ve travelled up and down the scale! Thanks for vocalizing. Toro and Clare c r o s s C o u n t r y 1st ROW: Jane Crawford, Kate Wiley, Mary Kelton, Celia Howkins, Barbara Mullun, Lesley Minshell, Anne Claire Montgomery, Cari Cogan. 2nd ROW: Carmen Jeffery, Martha Allan. Swinnming SPORTS Oh to run, to walk, to jump, to skip, to tag, to catch, to pass, to serve, to volley, to shout, to win, to learn, to dance, to swing, to score, to count, to fall, to guard, to set, to pace, to lose, to try, to smash, to race, to skate, to swim, to dive, to aim, to ride, to sing, to laugh, to do . . . Branksome has offered, and continues to offer, the time and the place to do . All you need to give is your energy and the invaluable ability to do will be yours. Shirley Douglas Wherever we go, Whatever we do. We always stir up a storm. Frothingly yours, Carol and Sandy McLeod Like a life preserver we ' re always rising to the top. Lots of Love, jean and Marilyn. McAlpine Leaping ladies leading laughing lovables. Loads of love, Robin and Bridget. Campbell Put your gamble with Campbell. It ' s our cup of soup. Ne Obliviscaris Lots of Love, Kim and Jill, and Eugene FOOTBALL The football season was fan- tastic this year particularly since we played and won more games than we ever have in the past. I would like to thank the team for their support and the cheer- leaders for their enthusiasm. Many thanks also to Ms. Mcleod and Miss Roach who helped make it all possible. Sincerely Yours, Coach Katie FOOTBALL TEAM, FRONT ROW: Anne Fraser, Pippa Harris, Jill MacCulloch, Jean Normand, Sandra Smythe. CENTRE: Vicki Raper, Ginny Campbell, Judy Garay. BACK ROW: Jean Cross, Laureen Newman, Cindy Bongard, Cathy Morawetz, Janet Gilbert, Beth Mairs, Ms. McLeod, jodi Read, Leslie Beattie, Shirley Brown, Katy Breithaupt. TENNIS 2nd TENNIS, FRONT ROW: Suzanne Shamie, Karen Oliver. MIDDLE ROW: Heather Wildi, Peggy Mc- Farland. BACK ROW: Dede Osier, Alison Ross. CROSS-COUNTRY CROSS-COUNTRY TEAM, BACK ROW: Mrs. Ryshouwer, Beth Earle, Alison Gilbert, Sue Hendrick, Muffy McLeod, Leslie Beattie, Katy Breithaupt, Shirley Brown. FRONT ROW: Liz Herridge, Miss Finnigan, Karen Ramsay, Millie Paupst, Arlene O ' Hare. 105 BASKETBALL Be Yourself, Like Yourself and Believe in Yourself! Thanks team, Cathy Thanks for a great year, and rennember Do it like 1st TEAM, Top to Bottom: Jean Cross, Martha More, Kathy Morawetz, Sonja Den- nis, Julie MacBrien, Susan Black, Shirley Brown, Cathy Broadbent, Liz Buchanan. the pro, stay low! TEAM, Left to Right: Jean Normand, Pam Brayley, Carol Stinson, Robin Heintz- man, Laureen Newman, Jill MacCulloch, Michelle Proulx, Sandra Smythe, Theresa Love Michelle Kemp. We won all our games and had a great time doing it. Sandi 3rd TEAM, Left to Right: Celia Hore, Janet Gilbert, Marianne Reynolds, Ann Yarnell, Sandi Ne ro, Heather Wildi, Rebecca McCormack. Final Results 1st B.S.S. 2nd Branksome 3rd St. Mildreds 4th Havergal 5th St. Clements 6th Toronto French School With rookies, veterans, and loads of spirit, we had a terrific year. Thanks everyone. Monica 4th TEAM, Left to Right: Molly Falconer, Suzanne Dingwall, Karen Chisholm, Monica Dashwood, Menta Murray, Shiela Buchanan, Andrea Hector. ABSENT: Sally Rigby. Thanks to a great team. We made it with your determination and Mrs. Mortensen ' s great coaching. Kate 5th TEAM, BACK ROW: Celia Howkins, Katy Wiley, Laurie Gunton, Lori Gray, Suzanne Toro. FRONT: Lisa Molle, Vicky Bassett, Madge Barr. 107 INTER-SCHOOL SAILING It seems that each year when Branksome arrives at Lake- field for the Annual Girls ' School Sailing Regatta, the ele- ments are against the hopeful team. This year the Brank- some crew was looking forward to a sunny day of hard sailing. Unfortunately the sun did not come out out and the temperature did not rise. After the two morning races, Havergal had an outstanding lead, but Branksome was still determined. During the early afternoon Havergal had to leave thereby causing the remaining races to be very tense. Branksome tried hard, but Loretto Abbey took first place. Branksome was a close second. Although the weather was not the best, the chilly day was enjoyed by Nancy Barr and Gill Osier. SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMING FRONT ROW: Sarah MacCulloch, Mary Morden, Judith Ennis, Mary Kelton, Pam Hunt, Julie Allan. MIDDLE ROW: Nancy Hutchins, Ann Eraser, Barb Moffat, Leslie Bryant, Ginny Gibson. BACK ROW: Pippa Harris, Celia Hore, Maureen Sullivan, Bridget Wiley, Jane Wiley. SWIMMING ' Twas a great year For our good swim team We won every meet with a cheer! ishop ' s Cup 1st. Branksome 128 2nd. St. Mildreds 124 3rd. B.S.S. 107 4th. St. Clements 62 5th. T.F.S. 49 What would we have done without Mrs. Lumsdon and Kim? I guess it ' s just our luck that they swim! The juniors contributed their best to the cause. It was Paula that set them on their toes. For they deserve a great applause! Special word for Louise and Barb — For Louise never shut-up And Barb never showed up (actually 3 times). And a great thanks to you swimmers — You did a wonderful job! jane Wiley Swim Team Captain. 1st ROW: Anne Fraser, Wendy Capel, Dale Power, Pippa Harris, Denise Preudhomme. 2nd ROW: Missy Gracey, Eileen Smith, Diana Harris, Jody Jones. 3rd ROW: Gabby Souza, Anne Duncan, Louise Reilly, Heldne Walton, Jenny Bawden, Bridget Wiley. 4th ROW: Maureen Sullivan, Jane Wiley, Lori Nero, Carol Barnicke, Mrs. Lumsdon, Kim Lumsdon. Jim Volleyball 16 AND OVER, FRONT ROW: Kathryn Morawetz, Jill MacCulIoch, Michelle Proulx, Sandra Smythe. BACK ROW: Shirley Brown, Carol Stinson, Cindy Bongard. 15 AND UNDER, FRONT ROW: Muffy McLeod. MIDDLE ROW: Martha Lynne Hardie, Heather Wildi, Marianne Reynolds. BACK ROW: Nicole MacDonnell, Ann Yarnell, Didi Osier. FINAL RESULTS 1st. Havergal 2nd. B.S.S. 3rcl. Branksome 4th. St. Mildred ' s 5th. St. Clement ' s 6th. Toronto French School 112 Badminton 15 AND UNDER, FRONT ROW: Sue Wurtzburg, Nancy Hutchins, Missy Gracey. MIDDLE ROW: Celia More, Pippa Harris. BACK ROW: Lavita Nadkarni. 16 AND OVER, FRONT ROW: Beth Mairs, Trish Osier, Jackie McClure. BACK ROW: Robin Heintzman, Katy Breith- aupt, Bridget Wiley. Index to Advertisers -A- A.E. Ames Co. Ltd. Alumnae Association Ashley Crippen Photographers -B- J.H. Bardwell Ltd. J.J. Barnicke Ltd. Black McDonald Ltd. Bongard, Leslie Co. Ltd. W.H. Bosley Co. Ltd. Branksome Drama Society Albert Britnell Book Shop George Brown College -C- Camp Gay Venture Camp Oconto Canada Dry Ltd. Canadian Industrial Consultants Ltd. Canada Permanent Trust Co. H.M. Cooper Crown Life Insurance Co. -D- Dean-Chandler Co. Ltd. Dillon, Cronin Lamb Dubois International Dispatch Ltd. James D. Duguid P. Durish -E- T. Eaton Co. Ltd. English Sheepskin Shops -F- Fishbach Moore Mechanical Comp. -G- John Garay Assoc. Ltd. General Bakeries Ltd. G.J. ' s Grad. Ad.13R.4 Grad. Ad.13R.5 Grade 11R.10 Grade 12 -H- Hair Now -I- Imperial Oil Ltd. Imperial Press Ltd. Page -K- 146 Andre Kuhne 137 119 -L- 137 W.D. Latimer Co. Ltd. 148 -M- 148 MacDonalds Restaurants 141 144 Martin Meredith Ltd. 134 151 MacNeill House 129 145 Merrills Racing Stables 143 153 -O- 127 O ' Briens Ltd. 123 152 Onondaga Camp 132 122 -P- The Personnel Centre 135 138 Professional Optical 136 149 -R- 139 George Radfords House of Flowers 137 130 Renault Canada 147 149 -S- 148 Samuel Son Comp. Ltd. 125 153 Laura Secord Candies 140 Robert Simpson Co. 138 151 Slopp Shirts 136 128 Carole Smith Sportswear 136 150 Spiers Brothers Ltd. 122 140 Sporthaus 131 126 Stoodleighs 152 P. Strak 144 123 S. Strak 128 126 Submarine 128 -T- 122 Thomas Organs 133 Thorncrest Ford Sales Ltd. 144 138 Tory, Tory, DesLauriers Binnington 142 142 Thomas, Larger and Singer Comp. Ltd. 124 145 -U- 121 Uptown Nut House 140 120 -Y- 145 Yacht Multiple Listing Service Ltd. 133 130 York Business Machines Ltd. 149 149 135 152 118 The Graduation Gift. . that lasts, keeps friendships fast, ... A Life Membership in the Branksome Hall Alumnae Association — membership includes — The Alumnae News • Keep up to date with Branksome. • Hear about old friends. • New activities. • Help Branksome prosper. Life Membership: $25.00 until Dec. 31, of Graduation Year. (Thereafter $35.00) Annual Membership: $5.00 Payment to: Branksome Hall Alumnae Association, The Alumnae Office, 10 Elm Avenue, Toronto, Ontario. M4W1N4 COMPLIMENTS OF Fischbach and Moore Mechanical Company 20850 Coolidge Hwy. Oak Park 48237 Michigan COMPLIMENTS OF Spiers Brothers Limited Mechanical and Electrical Contractors 525 South Vidal Street Sarnia Ontario 122 O ' BRIENS LTD. IMPORTERS OF THE FINEST IRISH CLOTHING FOR WOMEN AND GENTLEMEN PETER BETH BRADY 1075 YONGE STREET, TORONTO, ONTARIO M4W 1 Y5 TELEPHONE 921-0233 IT ALL STARTED JUST ABOUT HERE. i9 l-. entrance to store (left) and tower (right) o Over a hundred years ago, Timothy Eaton opened the small shop that grew into a coast-to-coast net- work. And now, just a few yards from where he began, the new Toronto Eaton Centre is rapidly rising, destined to be- come the vital centre of Canada ' s fastest growing city. The store is based on solid foundations, not only of concrete and steel, but of the service and integ- rity that epitomized the first Eaton store. Eaton ' s — proud to be growing with Canada. EATON ' S 123 AUSTRAL FROM THE SUNSHINE OF THE ORCHARD TO THE SUNSHINE IN THE FRUIT AUSTRAL CANNED FRUIT THE VERY BEST COFFEE RICH FOR THAT SMOOTH RICH CUP OF COFFEE FROZEN COFFEE RICH THE VERSATILE CREAMER TRY IT ON CEREAL AND IN COOKING TOO YOUR FRIEND FROM THE FREEZER COFFEE RICH WITH THANKS 124 V I I I |1B55| L, X I I SAMUEL. SON CO.. LIMITED 2360 DIXIE RD.. MISSISSAUGA. ONTARIO STEEL Sl ALUMINUM SERVICE CENTRES A Smile costs nothing, but gives much, Some people are too tired to give you a smile. Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give. Author Unknown renglish sheepskin r 126 THE ROOM IS IN DARKNESS. Hark. . . a bell rings - rings rings rings rings St rings 3:26 PM WE ARRIVS. (Pause) is this a pause ? (Yes) lOVi OUT OF THE GREEN ,tANGLED UNDERGROWTH HE CREEPS SILENTLY TOW 3 :U5 PM WE ARRIVEi U ENTER, I LEAVES So does she DITTO looks for chair. ' Wie France broke her lunnettes. SO, if you ' re not in the senate, jovl dont get to vote.. LUTCHING WICKEDLY BETWEEN HIS YELLOW CURVED INCISORS A SABRE CHJ U:6U PM WE ARRIVE. 2 £NTER, I LEAVES. What ' s this meeting about, to find out what to put on how much is this going to cost??( DIE LYSSA SAY THAT? ) rub that out - MURDEROUSLY , AND BETRAYING HIS PRESENCE ONI.Y BY HIS 5:18 PM WE ARRIVE. 0 ENTER, 0 LEAVE o It ' s time to go hoine , i id you hear that ? CRACKED. We should fill this page with signattires. THE SOUNDS OF THE JUNGLE HAVE STOPPED WHILE HE STALKS HIS PREY F 6:35 PM WE ARRIVE .0 ENTER, 3 LEAVE . He ' s drawing a marsian ,Pink Floyd is lonely e ffy hair is not tooo long • She ' s braiding her scarf ? ■HE DAY OF THE CHASE HAS PASSED, NOW HE WAITS FOR MORNING TOGOME 8:h5 she aM s and hands paper toSUESTRAJCKKKKKKKKKKKK ,4 es ' nt she have a spare 1st period ? MR. SUBMARINE Compliments of Dillon, Cronin and Lamb Barristers and Solicitors 111 Richmond St. West, Toronto, Ontario The Year is 2001. Twenty-five Years Have Passed Since We Graduated. See You at the Alumnae Dinner! S.S. Grad. 76 128 lORlPi HO MacNeill 76 129 cjc Congratulations to the Graduating Class May the Knowledge Gained at Branksome Serve You Well Throughout Your Life Canadian Industrial Consultants Limited W.A. McCoy, B.A. Sc. P. Eng. 60 Newcastle Street, Toronto, M8Y 1 A3 251-9091 130 5 to (D (D z o ■So -o o ou o = 1 2 Q. OI a z I o to to to to I Q O 03 O to 00 c c CO C 0) a; o t« a; K 1?; 2 a; 2 c m E 5 O - to O O ' t: O O 0) k. to to DO C c C wi q; 2; ™ C Z (D c2 .5 .E to a; a3 ii LU E 5 2 z o 5 o z in in o S cr (y in E E E E o o o o 0 5 Q. U o o CQ Q. 00 c u O u M- 0 o c i-i o o u u CD -c u to ' u- to a; V to to Ji .ti U D O to U Cl to to to DO CQ U ir c D to _5 to TO U Q CQ 03 O LU I o to 03 7= -J □ 5 03 I D I D CQ o TO TO Q- m rsi QQ CQ . o £ u k. D -O CQ 131 Onondaga Camp In the Haliburton Highlands Minden, Ontario Directors: Nick Janiss Florian 54 Binscarth Road Toronto, Ont. M4W 1 Y4 (416) 967-6111 Developing initiative, independence and sense of responsibility in boys and girls Ages 5 to 16 Riding— Windsurfing— Canoeing- Sailing (Lasers)-Water-skiing— Kite-skiing— Scuba— Bicycling- Photography— Ecology— Tripping Music Director— Phil Schaus Private and Ensemble Instruction and Performance Tennis Director-Peter Dimmer Onondaga In the Haliburton Highlands 175 Boys and Girls Ages 5-16 Minden, Ont. KOM 2K0 (705) 286-1030 Wahcahmie Exclusive Teenage Camp on an Island in Georgian Bay near Parry Sound 50 Campers, Boys and Girls 13-16 RR 1 Nobel, Ontario (705) 746-9596 Branksome Girls Anna Van Straubenzee Judy Quinhill Margaret Lawson Nancy Somerville Adult Camping- Late August-September Outdoor Education— October-June Nicola Mayer Arlene O ' Hare Fran Hill Sarah and Janet Ondaatje A Sound for Everyone Head Office and Showroom 60 Doncaster Ave. Thornhill 787-0247 Anyone Can Play a Thomas Organ! Phone for the Location of the Store Nearest to You. Yacht Multiple Listing Service Ltd. Suite 201, 17 Warren Rd., Toronto, Ont. M4V 2R4 (416) 363-3518 967-6813 Peter R. Brown President Yacht Brokers Located in: Kincardine, Sarnia, Port Credit, Toronto, Whitby, Belleville, Montreal, Halifax, Florida, Mass. We Handle Power, Sail and Commercial. 133 Town and Country Real Estate Toronto Office 191 Eglinton Ave. E. 487-2414 E.A.Meredith F.E.Martin Mrs. Sarah Barrett Francois Landry C.A. Baskett Mrs. Anne McLean Mrs. Sylvia Birchall Mrs. Darijan Merry Mrs. Susan Bongard Mrs. Margaret Meynell Wnn.L Davies Mrs. Margot Osier Peter Dickie Mrs. Shelagh Rounthwaite Mrs. Elsie Falconer Miss Dorothea Thonnpson J. E.R. Harrison D. Austin Whillans Mrs. Beth Helleur Collingwood Area Harold Hough 705-445-3441 Caledon Area Michael Meredith 457-2894 134 WITH OUR COMPLIMENTS @ IMPERIAL OIL LIMITED Looking for Staff? Temporary and Permanent Call The Personnel Centre Ask for Edith Geddes or Lynne Heaman 924-6274 135 m h 9 European 9 Imports, L oporiswear « Accessories Sweat Shirts, T Shirts Football and IjZ YorKViiie Ave. Baseball Shirts. School Jackets Across from the Hyatt Compliments of Professional Optical Company 136 Ashley and Crippen -Photographers- 200 Davenport Rd. Toronto, Ontario M5R1J2 925-2222 CORSAGES AND GRADUATION BOUQUETS Qeorge Radford s HOUSE OF FLOWERS LIMITED 1391 Yonge St , Toronto 7, Ont. Telephone 924-6279-6270 - Evenings 635-6288 re Andre Kuhne Coiffure Ltd. 1365 Yonge Street Toronto 923-5585 137 A SUMMER EXPERIENCE CAMP GAY VENTURE In the Haliburton Highlands FOR GIRLS 6 TO 16 YEARS Directors: Mr. Mrs. B. Adamson 94 Aldershot Cr. Toronto 223-3286 0 CO UJ O ILSE-VON GLATZ Participation and involvement by students from 140 schools throughout Metro and districts. Your rep. one of many contributing ideas through Simpsons Collegiate Club. S Best Wishes to the Branksome Girls John Garay and Associates Limited Consulting Engineers 250 Merton Street, Toronto, Ontario 138 139 UPTOWN NUTHOUSE NUTS FROM ALL PARTS OF THE WORLD Freshly Roasted Buttered Peanut Butter Made While You Wait 11 HAYDEN AT 707 YONGE STREET WORLD FAMOUS CANDIES ICECREAM PASTRIES PROVISION MERCHANT 1258 YONGE ST. — TORONTO 5 924-8747 923-9851 140 McDonakPs Guide to the care and feeding oT the student body. THE HAMBURGER To make eating simple, start with the basics: A pure beef pattie on a satisfying bun. Uncomplicated and good. FRENCH FRIES COCA-COLA With sandwiches, or alone. Or with Bubbly. Icy. Soothes and refreshes friends. Being lightweight, as well as crisp and fresh, they ' re portable. the throat, mouth, and mind. Cools the tummy. FILET O ' FISH Tasty white filet. Special sauce. A delicious bun. Something different to keep the stomach from getting bored. COFFEE It can keep your eyes open. That ' s pretty important in classes, cramming, or staying up past your bedtime. MILKSHAKES Chocolate, Strawberry, and, of course, your basic Vanilla. Cool, smooth, at home in any body. BIG MAC For those with big appetites. Two beef patties, lettuce, cheese, a special sauce, and a triple decker sesame seed bun. HOT APPLE PIE Lots of apples in a crisp, delicate crust, it serves as a cure for homesickness. Keep one under your pillow for a late night snack. McDonald ' s MCDONALD ' S RESTAURANT 2870 EGLINTON AVE. EAST SCARBOROUGH, ONTARIO 141 Toronto, 1972 Dear Students: General Bakeries Limited appreciates the oppor- tunity to support the publication of the Branksome Hall Slogan . At the same time it is an opportunity to convey a few important nutritional facts con- cerning its Wonder Brand Bread. All Wonder White Bread is made with vitamin enriched flour — Every slice weighing 1 oz. contains: 80 calories 2.5 grams Protein .9 grams Fat .024 grams Calcium 15.2 grams Carbohydrates 160 millograms Sodium .5 millograms Iron .06 millograms Thiamine .04 millograms Riboflavin .60 millograms Niacin In addition to all this — it tastes good. KEEP UPTHE SPIRIT BRANKSOME Compliments of Merrill ' s Racing Stable They ' re at the Post . . . ' BEST WISHES TO THE BRANKSOME GRADUATES OF 1976! Wexford Plumbing Heating CO. LTD. President: P. Strak 445-4904 BEST WISHES TO A VERY FINE SCHOOL. J.J. Barnicke Ltd. COMPLIMENTS OF THORNCREST FORD SALES LIMITED 4865 Dundas St. W. at Islington Phone 233-1211 144 26-28 Penrose Road Toronto, Ontario M4S1P1 482-8028 Compliments of BONGARD, LESLIE CO. LTD. INVESTMENT DEALERS 20 King St. West, Toronto 866-5600 145 f The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet Aristotle Certainly, you won ' t find it ' ' all fun at school. But you ' ll be better able to enjoy many of the finer things in later life because of the training you have given your mind in your most formative years. A.E. Ames Co. Limited Inveslnienl Dealers Eslahlished l SiS9 146 What ' s all the excitement at OUR DEALERSHIPS The new Renault 5 has amved— and they ' re going fast! See the new Renault 5, for a big surprise in ECONOMY, PERFORMANCE, COMFORT and SPACE! The Renault 5 has already sold a million around the world, and for lots of good reasons: • 50 miles to the gallon of gas • Front-wheel drive •Steel-belted radial tires •Seats 4 in real comfort • Oversize hatch-back •Up to 31.5 cu. ft. cargo space • Fully independent torsion bar suspension •Rack and pinion steering •Front disc brakes (GTL) •Four-on-the floor (GTL) • 1300 cc engine— 96 m.p.h. (or 782 cc— 75 m.p.h.) This is the most fun-to-drive little town and country car of them all, and the most practical. Drive one today! •Highway mileage according to EPA standards 147 BARDS THE LOOK OF ELEGANCE FOR AT-HOME LIVING. J.H. BARDWELL LTD. 129SPADINAAVE. TORONTO, ONT. 363-0064 Yesterday Is Already a Dream, and Tomorrow Is Only a Vision; But Today, Well-lived, Makes Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness, and Every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope. Good Luck to the Grads of 76 Best Wishes From a Parent COMPLIMENTS OF W.D. LATIMER CO. LIMITED EST. 1937 MEMBERS TORONTO STOCK EXCHANGE MONTREAL STOCK EXCHANGE VANCOUVER STOCK EXCHANGE CALGARY STOCK EXCHANGE 199 BAY STREET 363-5631 148 CAMP OCONTO SINCE 1925 FOR GIRLS — 7 to 16 YEARS In the heart of the Toronto - Ottawa - Montreal triangle For illustrated brochure — contact DIRECTORS — Mr. and Mrs. C. Labbett 3 Pine Forest Road, Toronto 12 Telephone 489-1032 the Permanent Canada Permanent Trust Co. lost. Clair Avenue West J. G. 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Limited Roofing and Sheet Metal Contractors Blown Insolation Wall and Cold Storage Insulation Caulking and Sealing 275 Comstock Road 1240 Vulcan Way Scarborough Richmond, B.C. Compliments of IMPERIAL PRESS LIMITED 1205 Fewster Dr., Unit 14, Mississauga TELEPHONE 25-7772 Sir Winston once said: ' ' My tastes are simple . . . I like only the best ' ' STOODLEIGH Restaurants A FAMOUS SHOP FOR BOOKS The Finest Selection of Books in All Branches of Literature to be found In any Book Shop in Canacia. Come ' Phone or Write to Us. You are more likely to find the books you want at The Albert Britnell Book Shop 765 YONGE STREET, TORONTO 924-3321 152 You build your future first through your education. , then your career. Choosing a career is very important. Your education plays a major role in developing your abilities and potential. But what happens after graduation; ' If a business career appeals to you - consider the wide range of opportunities available in life insurance. Crown Life is looking for young, creative people to fill a variety of occupations. You ' ll have a challenging, interesting position in a stimulating atmosphere. Whatever your capabilities, our Personnel Department welcomes the opportunity to discuss your individual situation. We could be an important part of your future. CROWN LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY TORONTO. CANADA BOSLEY The Real Estate People W.H. BOSLEY CO. LTD. REALTOR 3044 Yonge Street, Toronto 12, Ontario Telephone (416) 481-6137 153 Autographs Published by Josten ' s Nafional School Services Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. mm. J: