London Central Secondary School - Golden Glimpses Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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THE REVIEW Q7 THE EDITORS' CO VE TIO N November 16 and 17, 1934, the Ninth Annual Convention of High School Editors, sponsored by Sigma Phi, University of Toronto, was held in Convocation Hall, After a welcome and opening address the delegates broke up into groups under an instructor, to discuss the various phases of publishing a school magazine. In these group meetings many helpful suggestions and new ideas were exchanged and in this way we were able to learn what was going on in the other schools of the province. In the afternoon, after two very interesting talks on Advertising and Illustration, we visited Brigden's where many secrets of the engraving business were revealed to us. The Banquet was held in Burwash Hall, where, after a fitting dinner, the prizes were awarded. The Star shield for the best magazine as a whole was won by the Kitchener-Waterloo Grumbler, with the Lantern of Sir Adam Beck C.I., London. second. The prize for the cover design went to the W'estern Technical and Vocational School, Toronto. The Lantern also won the 'Varsity prize for the best layout. First prize in the MacMillan short story contest was won by Ardath Huddlestone, North Toronto Collegiate, but we are glad to know that Miss B. Patterson and Mr. R. Moore brought home the two honourable mention prizes in this division. We congratulate the winners and wish them every success for the coming year. And now we wish to thank Sigma Phi, for the inspiration and splendid time which she aiiorded us, in an effort to create a wider interest in the High School Magazine. Her work, we know, has not been done in vainl -Editor if 5. Left to right-back row to front row. THE REVIEW STAFF 1-Peter Kerrigan, Dudley Thompson, John Moore, Mr. West, Jack Guthrie, Kingsley Vogan, Fred Hammerton. 2-Bette Inksater, Harriet Insell, Kitchener Hartmann, Mr. Hall, Miss McKee, Miss McCann,.Miss Gilles, Marion McNaughton, Laird Bovnird, George Wherry, Mr. Maddeford. 3-Alex. Smith, Dorothy Phillips, Walter Shrives, Elizabeth Harvey, Nora Fetherstone, Albert Goldberg, Joan M.acR:1e, Christine Bell, Charles McLeod, Evelyn Coughlin, George Schaef. 4-Jean Tennent, Leslie Wheable, Frances Beal. Donald Prior, Bill Smith, Pauline Crouch, Stuart Spofford, Alice Der Stepanian, Megan McNaughton, Margaret Prior, Donald Miller. 5-fFront Rowl-Geoffrey Miller, Betty Patterson, Jack Grainger, Helen Wong, Don McClennan. QAbsent-Miss Morrison, Gerald Wyantj

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Q6 THE REVIEW H PIRATES just as the Little Theatre movement was beginning to take a real hold here, a tremendous impetus was given it by His Excellency the Governor- General. The active interest taken in the Drama Festivals by the various Little Theatre groups throughout Canada must have been very encour- aging to Lord Bessborough and his committee in charge. Colonel H. C. Osborne, the honourary director of the Drama Festival of April, 1933, made the following statement concerning the entries received, which is valuable in showing the distribution groups throughout Canada. There were a large number of entries from the west, twelve from Toronto alone and the same number from the rest of Southern Ontario. There were four English and four French plays entered from Montreal and four French plays from the Eastern provinces. Such strides have been made by the Little Theatre movement in Canada since that time that these numbers would have to be increased considerably to represent the number there now are. The best known Little Theatre in Canada is the Hart House Theatre of Toronto. It is con- nected with the University of Toronto and owns its own very complete theatre. One cannot think of the Hart House Theatre without thinking of Honourable Vincent Massey, who has done such very credible work in directing it. The Ottawa Drama League was one of the first Little Theatres to start in Canada which has survived. It began in 1913 with a membership of about fifty, and in 1927 had increased its number to fifteen hundred. The Vancouver Little Theatre started in 1921 and now owns a place of its own. The NVinnipeg Community Players is another which has pro- gressed so well that it has been able to buy an auditorium. ln 1932 this group took a very important step in hiring Mr. and Mrs. Craig to direct them. john Maselield wrote the following poem for the opening of a repertory theatre in Liverpool which is almost the same type of theatre as those about which we have been talking. I am going to take the liberty of quoting it here in connection with the Little Theatres of Canada. So many Englishmen give wealth to build The great museums with which our towns are filled, Our millionaires compete with so much rage That all things get endowed, except the stage. Men will not spend, it seems, for that one art, Which is life's inmost soul and passionate hearty They count the theatre a place for fun, VV here men can laugh at nights when work is done. If it were only that, 'twould be worth while To subsidize a thing which makes men smile,- But it is more: it is that splendid thing, A place where man's soul shakes triumphant wing . -Geraldine Hughes 'Yi Lights The lighting equipment of the stage consists of two rows of headers, or lights above the stage, the footlights, and two spotlights. Colour screens were made for all the lights so that the proper colours were obtainable for every scene. Each row of headers has a dimmer. The foots and spots also have dimmers. By means of these each part of the lighting equipment can be brought in or dimmed out slowly or quickly as the case requires. In the Operetta last year the colour screens on the headers were changed between scenes. The colours on the foots were changed by members of the orchestra. It is necessary for the electrician to know the show just as well as the players them- selves. Those on the lights last year were jack Laughton, Charlie Seager and Jack Morgan. -.7 ack Morgan '95 Not Quite Such a Goose One evening in April a most delightful production was staged on behalf of the Boys' Athletic Association. This production, a master- piece of comedy, was under the able direction of Miss Gilles and Mr. Webb. The characters were Beverley Brent, as the placid motherg Cam Taylor, as Albert, the woman-haterg Nora Waide as Sylvia, his sisterg Lillian Hall as Sylvia's I Continued on page 86 NOT QUITE SUCH A GOOSE

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Q8 THE REVIEW A S g f jack Winterbottom tart Ing lscovery NE night, about two years ago, I was visiting my old aunt at her ancient castle in Corn- wall. As she was very old-fashioned, she had retired early, leaving me to amuse myself till bed-time. Accordingly, I sat down in an easy chair before the fireplace, and began to read. The old castle had quite a history, and the musty old volume which I was reading was an account of its checkered career. After reading for about an hour, I came to a part about some jewelry which was supposed to be hidden in the castle. It seemed that a distant ancestor of mine had occupied the castle some hundreds of years before, and that he had amassed a huge fortune. A few years after retiring from public life, he became somewhat deranged, and had shut himself and his treasure up in the castle. He disappeared not long afterwards however, and the folk round about concluded that he was dead. Neither his treasure nor his body were found. As I read this story, I began to feel rather nervous and shaky. However, I was too inter- ested to stop reading, so I read on far into the night. In fact, when I rose to go to my room, I was severely startled by the booming of the old grandfather clock striking twelve. I soon pulled myself together, and putting the book away, I started through the library which led to the stair- case. The whole castle was in darkness and it was some time before I at last found what I thought was the door-knob, but which was really one of the decorations on the wall. As I turned this knob, I was dimly conscious that the supposed door opened with unusual ease. Thinking nothing of this, however, I proceeded through it, but had hardly taken live steps whenAcrash! I tripped over a hard object and went clattering to the bottom of a long stairway. The object over which To Beauty O11 ,ve assenzbloge of groves Tflllf fl-Vf7lI0lfSL' llze soul of man, Ya' properties 'ZL'llI.t'll do romnzond The Hflflfllflllfllllll of the senses t'onrz'aI your rlzormg mask yourself ' 771011, try lo fast o spell of magic Upon ilu' llearl QI' man . 1 Your art is unazvoidable, I had stumbled, had rolled down the stairs with me, and I was then tangled up in what appeared to be a lot of loose pieces of wood. On getting to my feet, I struck a match, and by its feeble glow I saw at my feet what looked like a pile of rods or poles. Taking a piece of paper from my pocket, I lighted it and looked more closely at the object at my feet. Suddenly I realized what it was and recoiled in horror from the gruesome object. It was a skeleton. Like a shot I was on my feet and up the stairs. I rushed through the open door and reached the scullery at the rear of the old castle before my fears subsided. Here I stopped and, collecting my scattered wits, I went- upstairs to my room and got my flashlight. I then wakened my aunt, and together we returned to the strange door. This time I saw that a panel in the wall was opened and closed by the knob on the wall, which I had turned. On reaching the bottom of the stair, we passed through a long corridor and came at last to a large room. Lighting up the wall of the room with my flashlight, we could see several large chests piled up against it. We went over to one of them and cautiously opened it. We were imme- diately struck dumb with amazement at the sight which met our eyes. The chests were filled to the brim with jewels! Returning to our bedrooms, we attempted to get what sleep we could, which was Very little, and next morning we summoned historical experts to the castle. They were taken to the treasure chamber, where they identified the jewels as my ancestor's treasure. They also identified the skeleton as that of my ancestor who had evidently been trapped in his own treasure-room. The jewels amounted to a huge fortune, which was sufficient to keep my aunt and me for the rest of our days. . : Virginia lnlcsater I do not disapprove of your 'influence Your fatal lure 'is to be envied. Al a glance toward yon, one experiences A feeling of enchantment, On perreiving further, yon are examined, And the gaze is enthralled with fascinationg So, resume your graceful art, charming one And may you profil by your infatuation! 1