Lakehead University - Yearbook (Thunder Bay, Ontario Canada)

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THE SOCIAL SECTION The social season at Lakehead Techni- cal Institute began in early October at the home of Walter Malchuk. This was the event of the S.A.C. The purpose of the stag was to enable the boys to get acquainted. All the faculties were well represented and Mr. Page and Dr. Miller represented the staff. There were various events throughout the night such as poker games, drinking contests and even a discourse by the good Dr. Miller in the front room and an im- promptu lecture by Mr. Page. Next on our list of events was a Dinner- Dance at the Flamingo Club, Fort William. Games helped to fill in the interval between dining and dancing. After, dancing began to the music of various nickelodeon bands and continued into the wee hours of the morning. The third event on our agenda was another stag. This time the event was at the home of John Lychek in Port Arthur. At this stag the usual round of events took place, a rousing game of poker and various other activities. The social event of the year, the Mid- Winter Formal, was held on February 8th, 1957. This was held at the Port Arthur Golf and Country Club and dancing was from nine until one o ' clock to the music of Howard Huby ' s orchestra. There was a good crowd at the dance and everyone enjoyed themselves. Finally we had the Pre-cambrian stag which again was held at the home of John Lychek. This stag was much the same as all the others and I have run through them quite well so I ' ll leave this as it is. A verse by W. M. MITCHELL We went for a walk, But we could not talk To each other, my pal and I; But as we strolled along Our hearts filled with song My pal and I. Without a jot of care We breathed the morning air, For we both enjoyed this One hour of friendly bliss. Too soon it had to end, Each to his own fate wend; He to his kennel small, And I to my book-pile tall. 28

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JMacLetti 4t J (c ansen s Sir Francis Bacon ' Is this a pool cue which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal weapon, straight To hit as I shoot? or art thou but A cue of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the smoke-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, plain as day, as palpable As this which now I have Thou hit ' st the ball I was shooting; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes saw a red ball drop in the left corner pocket, Or was it a white one; I see thee still. And on thy tip bits of powder blue, Which was not so before. There ' s no such thing; It is the bloody white ball which fell Thus to mine eyes. Now o ' er the one half table The balls seem dead, and wicked dreams abuse My brilliant play; now witchcraft celebrates His pale offerings, and wither ' d handshake, Alarum ' d by his sentinel, the snear He broke his cue on the table, and Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and smoke- filled room, Hear not my steps, which way they walk for fear Thy very stones prate my whereabout, And take his money back from me Which now jingles pleasantly. Whiles I shoot, he stands Words to the best shots he says little. 30