The Spike or Victoria College Review, June 1908

Glee Club

"There live we as merry as the day is long."

—Much Ado About Nothing.

The annual General Meeting of the club was held at the College on Thursday, 2nd April, 1908. The troubles and auxieties of last year's work had so preyed on the mind of the energetic Secretary that his resignation seemed imminent, and disaster was only averted by an amendment of the constitution to cover the appointment of a librarian. A strong section of the meeting was desirous of practicing on Saturday evenings. This meant certain conflict with the Christian Union over the piano, and the idea was ultimately abandoned in deference to the firm stand taken by that body.

Though there has been no overwhelming appearance of individual talent to replace the stars of last year, the general popularity of the Club has greatly increased. Trebles and altos are as the leaves upon the trees in numbers—and other desirable characteristics—but a judicious spreading of even this interesting fact has so far failed to entice the wily tenor or the cautious basso in any profusion. However, that is their misfortune. Meanwhile the Club warbles on contentedly, and has much joy in the weekly attempts at harmony.

The usual concert was given at the Porirua Mental Hospital on November 27th of last year. Some thirty or more performers went out by train which either indicates an unusual page 56 tendency to good deeds or suggests that the Porirua folk do not have all the fun. A considerable quantity of fruit had been stored in the home-coming brakes before they left town, but the only evidences of it at Porirua were the thanks of the drivers for such unusual consideration—they drove fairly straight, too!

On December 4th the inmates of the Home for the Aged Needy were entertained by the Club, and a week later the Missions to Seamen received a visit. The humerous trio broke down very badly on this occasion, with the mild tolerance of the hardy mariners.

The following was found on a dirty scrap of paper on the floor of the mathematical lecture-room, and seems to indicate the presence of latent talent somewhere in our midst:—

Now Mr. Picken
Your pace you must quicken
My little clock's tickin'
Like fun;
Tho' you're going quite strong
It will not be long
Ere of six the first dong
Goes, my son!