Victoria University College Students' Association. Annual Extravaganza. Grand Opera House, 28th, 30th, 31st July, 1923. "LUV"

Caste of Characters

Caste of Characters.

Act I.—A Prehistoric Village in Gordzone Country.

Cast of Characters in the order of their appearance.

Sheezastunna (Queen of Gordzone Country) Mr. A. J. Mazengarb

Paint the pretty face,
Dye the coral lip,
Emphasize the grace
Of her ladyship!

—Mikado.

Wottabute Miss F. Churchill

The angels in pink and the angels in blue
In muslins and moires so lovely and new.

—Clough.

Yourethewun Miss T. Baldwin

Subjected to your heavenly grace (Poetical phrase)
My brain is turned completely.

—Utopia Limited.

Imeanother Miss M. Pigou

Attendants on Sheezastunna
A voice, whose every word and tone
Might make a thousand hearts its own.

—Prued.

Bill Mushie Mr. P. Martin-Smith

A clever spouter
He'll sure turn out.

—R. A. Millikin.

Tom Trillforth Mr. I. H jorring

"Love you?" said I, then I sighed, and then I gazed upon her sweetly—
For I think I do this sort of thing particularly neatly.

—Gilbert.

Act II.—Ancient Agypt.

Nevatite (Queen of Egypt) Miss M. Cooley
Tutankhamen (King of Egypt) Mr. J. B. Yaldwyn

He has an appointment particular very—
You'll find him, I think, in the town cemetery;
And that's how we came to be making so many.

—Gilbert.

Act IV.

If you ask the special function
Of our never-ceasing motion,
We reply, without compunction,
That we haven't any notion.

—Iolanthe.

Lady Miss M. Morpeth
Gentleman Mr. A. W. Free
Singer Mr. W. Watkins
Dancer Miss M. O'Shea
Dance Duo Mr. W. Watkins & Miss G. Barnsdale

Sheezastunna, Queen Elizabeth, Nevatite, Tutankhamen and other characters as for preceding acts.

P.J.G.S.: Alas! the general public is very apathetic about letters to the paper. Pearls before swine. You are treading the paths of bitterness already followed by Henry Bodley and Professor Hughie Mac.

P.M.S.: Yes, Jose is an awfully pretty name; but should you say so much about it?

S.F.: We presume this was the same Strephon of whom you wrote: "And though 'tis true in love and war, that men will all things dare,

Their means will surely not be foul, when led by Sergeant Fair"?

F.H.H.: No; it was not fair comment to say of you:

"H. was the next to arise; and he made us a crushing oration. Crushing, but pointless withal, like a seventy-ton hammer."

We agree that £500 would be hardly any solatium.