Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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THE l-IAMILTCDNWGRONTO MEET HEX again can we hope to spend a more enjoyable twenty- four hours than we spent on Saturday, February 13th, 1937- our first Inter-Normal meet? llo you recall how ruffled you felt at having to be at the station at 8.10 a.m.g but do you remember how glorious you felt when you discovered Mr. Apperley, Mr. Kendrick tplus derbyl and the rest of the Normalites as you strolled into the Union Station? The first big event in Hamilton was our visit to the McMaster l'niversity Science lixhibition. The science display stimulated favour- able comment even from those of our group who claimed to be definitely not interested in science. livery phase of science was shown: electricity, geology, physics, chemistry, astronomy, botany, zoology and numerous other Uologiesn. The next event of the meet, and one in which every one partici- pated, was our noon meal. To quote some great bard or other, What is so rare as a restaurant in Hamilton? Search parties, and other ex- peditions of an informal nature, hunted feverishly for varying lengths of time, before locating establishments of the aforesaid type. However, all did justice to the meal. Then came the business of the hour. At 1.30 p.m. Normalites from both Hamilton and Toronto assembled in the spacious gymnasium of Zion Church. A quick succession of yells from both schools, then a silence as deep and profound as the Grand Canyon at mid-night. ushered in the opening minutes of the Womens Volleyball game. Toronto opened the scoringg but at no time during the first half was there a margin of more than three points separating the two teams. .Xt half-time the score was l4fl4. The second half began. Slowly but surely the Hamilton team began to pile up a leadg it was awful fused correctly, please notel from the Torontonians' point of view. Finally the Hamilton progress was stoppedg but only when the score read H-Zog T-18. just as we had given up the ghost, Myrtle Rose started a rally which did not falter once till the score read H-261 T-25. No reader could fail to understand why the excite- ment ran so high from that point till the end of the game. Each Toronto server who followed played so coolly and efficiently, that the morale of the Hamilton lassies weakened: and at the final bell the score read: T-323 H-27. The next game, Mens Volleyball, was the one game of the meet which was one-sided. Our squad displayed such fine team-work that it easily captured two straight games, 15-7, 15-2. Fine work, fel- Puge Thirty-Six lows, and congratulations on a real display of team-play. At this point in the proceedings the score stood: Hamilton no victories, Toronto two victoriesg and so it was jubilantly that the Tor- onto fans waited for the Womens Basketball game to begin. In the first half, this contest proved to be another teeter-totter tilt similar to the Womens Volleyball game. It was basket-for-basket until half- time. In the second half Hamilton, mainly because of their effective- ness when in close , took a lead which they maintained until the end. The grand finale of the sports was the mens basketball en- counter. It was the fastest, most amazing and hardest fought game of the day. The final score gave Hamilton a margin of about 30 points. To ye scribes mind it was a superb sports meet. Each school gained two victories, and likewise each school gave a spotless display of sportsmanship during every minute of the meet. By this time the hands of the clock assumed a completely vertical position with the smaller hand on the bottom of the straight line. To all intents and purposes it was time to eat. And eat we did! The banquet hall was extremely well decorated, and the standard of the meal reached an all-time high as far as ye scribes experience is con- cerned. But the meal was not even half the source of our enjoyment for the evening: the other portion was made up of musical and ora- torical presentations, as well as general' good fellowship. The high- lights included selections by Toronto and Hamilton vocal and orches- tral groupsg a French horn solo by the inimitable Miss Mary Robb: oratorically, Mr. Kendrick land jokesl Miss Halliday t from the Geo- metrical angle J: Frances Aitken Uwe learn by doing l, Roy King C the history of host j, and Hamilton masters and scholars, all gave freely of their efforts to place the programme in the 'lnot-boring class. Last but not least in our evenings fun were the rounds: Old Mac- donald g Are You Sleeping , and Three Blind Mice , which were led by the Hamilton music masters. They certainly stirred something in ye scribe, that had never been stirred to such an extent before. Could I call it, consciousness of an atmosphere of good fellowship? It was reluctantly that we filed out of the banquet hall to leave for the station. tAh me, such is lifel. The homeward trip proved to be even more exciting than the morning trip tif that was possible.l Cheers led by Art Worth, Davey McDuff, and Willie Hares rang through all three coaches which we occupied: even though some of us thought that we had yelled ourselves hoarse at the games. Witty conversation also added its bit to make this complete day a thing of beauty and a joy foreverfl R. King.