Galt Collegiate Institute and Vocational School - Specula Galtonia Yearbook (Galt, Ontario Canada)

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SPECULA GALTONIA 29 We wondered if Mr. Donaldson noted the rugby sock which was part of Ewart's costume and if he got after Ewart for not returning it. :K as Pk We almost jumped for fear when we saw the awesome face of Walker as the bold, bad spirit. However it all seemed to come 0E all right and Walker seems to be his old self. wk vs -1- President A. D. Iredale, First Cornet player of the orchestra, owes much to the operetta. As a result of the practice he received while working the Magic Ruby, he can now play his instrument very well with only one hand. 'Fifi' We never realized that Burnet was so sprightly and light on his feet until we saw him clod-hopping around with four or five ladies. With all due respect to Bunker, though, we must say that he makes much less noise when he's standing sti . -C. A. L. '65 The Orchestra Lighter Move the Minutes Edged with Music. ROGRESS made this year by the Galt Collegiate Orchestra was apparent in its first public appearance under the direction of Mr. Nichol, A.C.C.O., on the evenings of N-ovember 28th and 29th, at the play presented by the Staff Players Club. One of the numbers rendered was Schubert's Marche Militaire to com- memorate the centenary of the Master Melodist's death. The several numbers given were heartily received. Since then the Orchestra has played an important part in all the meetings of the Literary Society and at the annual Commencement Exercises. Last fall our school was highly honored by a joint recital of two celebrated artists, Leslie Hodgson, internationally famous pianist, and John Deacon, tenor, given in Tassie Hall. Mr. Hodgson's choice of music was widely and brilliantly inter- preted in a display of masterful technique and pleasing style. Mr. Deacon has a magnificent tenor voice and gave a sym- pathetic interpretation of widely diversi- fied types of songs. Together these artists provided a rare treat for the music lovers of both school and city. For the first time in the history of the Collegiate, music forms a part of the curriculum, and a Glee Club, whose mem- bers number over sixty, combined with the orchestra in the presentation of the oper- etta reviewed above. -K. E. ' The Staff Players Club N the evenings of November 28th and 29th, the comedy drama Lightnin' consisting of a prologue and three acts was presented by the Staff Players Club. The action in Lightnin' centres about the whimsicalities and drolleries of Bill Jones fCarter McKeeJ, a Civil War veteran nicknamed Lightnin' because he never moved very fast. He has a harmless propensity for telling tall yarns. A swift succession of tense scenes, interspersed with fiashes of humor, made a combination which had the audience on their toes from the first to the last. The different parts were well distributed and very ably acted.

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30 SPECULA GALTONIA Hart House Touring Players ASSIE Hall was filled on the night of March 15th when The Hart House Touring Players, under the direction of Mr. Carroll Aikins, presented A Mid- summer Night's Dream. The local ap- pearance of that talented company of actors was secured by the Staff Players Club in the conviction that students could not fail to be more nearly touched by the beauty of this comedy when enacted before their eyes. Newspaper reviewers, here and else- where, have praised not only the finished work of the actors but also the enterprise of Mr. Aikins in conducting an experiment unique in the history of the Hart House Theatre. Be it ours to blazon the fame of our envied schoolmates, Betty Woolner and Mary Wright, who graced the train of Queen Titania. Ours was one of the few schools, out- side of Toronto, to enjoy this presentation, and it is to be hoped that next year will see these players here again. Tx-5 Beethoven By WREATHA LAING HEN Beethoven was born, Mozart was fourteen years of age, Goethe twenty-one-and Napoleon had just been placed in a crib in the island of Cor- SICR. And now, more than a century after the death of this remarkable musician and composer, Ludwig says that posterity dares to approach this man only with bowed head. Says this same writer: He was a fighter, a stormer, a wonder-worker who forged his dreams and disappoint- ments into tones, wrought them into precious substance which he raised above the waters up to heaven. At the age of six Beethoven was recog- nized as a musical prodigy. He played the piano and violin and gave public ex- hibitions of his remarkable skill at this age. But at the age of thirty he could no longer hear the music and beauty of tone with which his own compositions filled the air. He was a lonely, almost deserted figure all his life. He had but few friends, and these seemed always to be trying to take advantage of him in some way or other. Beethoven's was a search for love and the tender touches of human beauty-but he searched in vain. Yet we dare say it might have been ordained this way, since the ages have been enriched by his immor- tal compositions that have sweetened and blessed an entire world. Whose heart does not melt into the fioating tones of a heaven of love and beauty when that great Kreutzer Sonata is played? Es- pecially, if rendered by some Kreisler, let us say? This remarkable genius remained poor the greater part of his life, even when at the height of fame. And the older he grew, the lonelier he became. For hours and days he sought the silence of the country-there, alone, he poured out his soul under the blue sky and soothed his seething spirits among those of Nature- the only understanding forces which he knew belonged to him. Like a homeless orphan, Beethoven trav- elled hither and thither. He really never had a home that he might call home. He longed and longed for the loving touch of human hands--and, in despair, he extended his own hands to the stars and breathed his undying symphonies to the very source of love. Alone did this greatest of musicians die, in a hard bed in a little, out-of-the-way house, while outside a great spring storm raged!