Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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IIN 'HWY' 2 H T'onoN'l'6 H RMAL scl-lo l. YEAR BDOK THE GLEE CLUB ll l'SlC hath charms to soothe the savage breast. -so, at least, hope one hundred and thirty choristers in the Glee Club as they think of quictening miniature class-room riots or driving away blue Mondays for restless pupils in years to come! But so much for the future. . . . Vnder the enthusiastic and efficient leadership of Mr. Charles Percy, F.L.C.M., we, in the Glee Club this past year, have gained a deeper understanding and a fuller appreciation of music, with an increased ability to participate in its ioys. Roy King, president, Bill Maffey, secretary, Graham Ferguson, librarian, Mary Willis. treasurer, Florence Nightingale, vice-president, Mary Robb, librarian have attended to the executive duties for our group. The tllee Club, in part or in whole, made several personal ap- pearances before the school. The Christmas concert brought forth ap- propriate songs and traditional carols. Our double trio, Mary Willis, Florence Nightingale, Margaret l'earce, Eunice Newton, Ernest Sparl- ing and lien Coker, accompanied by Florence Bailey. represented us at the Hamilton Normal School meet and at the visit of Stratford singing Sleep, Gentle Lady , by Bishop, and Sing VVe and Chant lt , by l'earsall. Mary Robb, the only girl in Canada who plays the French horn, gave solo performances on both these oc- casions. For the benefit of the Stratford visitors, our male octet made its debut, featuring Where the Lazy Mississippi Flows , by Freyne. Victor Noad, .Xrthur Worth, tFirst Tenorsj, Roy King, Winston Watt, tSecond Tenorsl, Bill Hares, Bob Howitt, tBaritonesJ, and Charles Wattie, Bob Massey, tliassesl, were the singers, with Mr. Percy as accompanist. ln no group did excellence of leadership and harmony of voice show to more advantage than in the girls' double trio, made up of Mary Willis. Florence Nightingale, tFirst Sopranosl, Velma Win- field, lflma Smith, tSecond Sopranosj, and Jessie McCulloch, Gwen- dolyn Remus, tkltosj. Bonnie Doon and Little Dustmann, by l'agc Tlzirly-Iwo Brahms. were presented by these six, with Mr. Percy at the piano. At the moment of writing, plans are in the air for a Glee Club radio broadcast, and for a final concert in May, where not only vocal but instrumental music will be featured. Among our best numbers are You Stole My Love , by Macfarren, a special arrangement of Annie Laurie , and 'Wliater Boy , a work song by Gladys Pitcher. Glee Club members don't go around with measuring sticks, estimat- ing the pleasure that non-participants have had in the music.-but they do sincerely hope that their contributions to school programmes and inter-school gatherings have been enjoyed by others as well as by themselves. May we always have heart and voice for music-expression from within! D. Hand. s as si: ve A Few Favourite Theories-By R. J. L. No real he-man ever wears long underwear any more That a good executive keeps his desk entirely bare of papers and makes instantaneous decisions. That all Indians can run fast. That there is something funny about tenors. And mother-in-laws. That the best way to make a sale is to talk about golf, babies, dogs, horses, fishing, or collecting stamps. That it is entirely due to Russia. That it is due to the war. That Toronto has the best street car system in America. That it has the worst. That all Russians, and other European nations, wear beards and never wash. That two can live as cheaply as one.

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G90 K I TORON D N MR-D!Al Cl-ID YEAR BOOK OUTWARD BOUND N Feb. 5, 1037, at 8 p.m., the curtain rose on the Play Outward Bound . ln the distance, the boom, boom, boom of drums, played, now soft now rising in intensity. Their steady pounding seemed Io emphasize the weird note of the play where each character seemed wandering vaguely in the labyrinth of his memory for the key to one all-important question. No one of them could remember his destination. The passengers were as strange as their steward who spoke in riddles. Why should a young couple, held together by the half for- gotten memory of a great crime, a minister from the slums, a blustering member of parliament, an old charwoman, an incurable drunkard and the very genteel Mrs. Clivedon-Banks be bound for the same strange forgotten port? That was the question Mr. Prior, the drunkard. de- mands hysterically over his glasses of whiskey. Why? The young couple were held by terror of separation. The minister was free of his toils and cares at last. He developed a strangely whimsical sense of humour. Mrs. Clivedon-Banks was smug in her self-sufficiency. The parliament mem- ber was engaged with his papers. The old charwoman chattered on garrulously. But beneath it all ran a fateful undercurrent and the roll of drums. And with a crash came the sinister truth. The drunkard drops his whiskey and the drums clash discordantly, as the drunkard screams: We are all dead. What is our destination? The strange steward replies: Yes, you are all dead. Usually they are a little later discovering it. Your destination is Heaven-and Hell. The curtain falls with a crash on Act I. Each of the characters react differently to the news of their fateg but each of them has one sensation in common-stark terror. They were to meet the great judge1 and. what were they to say? Mr. Lingley called an emergency meeting of parliament to draw up a resolution. He received little help. As an explanation of her actions, Mrs. Clivedon- Banks stated haughtily: Merely say that l am Mrs. Clivedon-Banks. The rest replied to him in one sentence: l have nothing to say. In desperation they turned to the minister for comfort. He could only Page Tlzirly-join' A say forlornly: UI have none to give. The stewart was equally helpful: and so, to the sinister roll of drums, the ship draws on to its fate. The play moves on swiftly to the awful pitch where we find that the young couple are suicide victims with the punishment of sailing for- ever on this terrible ship between Earth, Heaven and Hell. The revela- tions concerning the rest are equally terrible, till, with the fiendish crash of the drums, the ship arrives at its destination. There is no need to tell the rest of the story. You all renieltllwf it. We left the building with the feeling that we might be either in this world or the next for all we knewAand the atmosphere clung for days. The play was excellent and an extremely difficult one to enact by any company-more especially for an amateur dramatic society. The results were splendid. Mrs. Brown and her excellent cast are certainly to be congratulated for the fine performance which they displayed. The dramatic honours were so evenly divided among the players that we hesitate to mention anyone in particular. All were excellent. Miss Florence Bailey added greatly to the enjoyment of the eve- ning by her two piano selections: Po Ling and Ming Joy and A Chinese Love Song . Dr. Thompson and the Art Club also deserves a vote of thanks for the excellent posters advertising the play. The cast was as follows: Scrubby .. .. . .. . . Roy King Ann . .. Ann Barron Henry . .. .. .. -t Lorrie Hammond Mr. Prior .. . .. .. .. ......... Charles Wattie Mrs. Clivedon-Banks Ruth Shepheard Rev. William Duke . . Robert Massey Mrs. Midget . .. .. ............ Rita Ross Mr. Lingley .. .. . .. Frank Colgan Rev. Frank Thompson . .... Ernest Sparling A. Strickland.