High Jinks in the Old Barn

There was a delightful air of spontaneity about the Glee Club Concert presented in the Gym. last Friday. Had the Club set out to satirise the traditional Village Concert it could scarcely have done better; If Mr. Christensen had been dressed as a Vicar the illusion would have been complete. A standard of singing seldom attained to in rural areas, however, constantly reminded us that we were still in the Gym.

It is only fair that the report should commence with a tribute to the conductor. Mr. Denzil A. S. Ward. The work of the choir showed a marked improvement on last year's effort, especially in the female department. It was obvious that Mr. Ward has spent a great deal or time and trouble in training the choir, which consisted in the main or somewhat intractable material.

I suppose it is the task of a conductor in such cases to convert a number of mediocre voices into a pleasing and harmonious whole, and in this Mr. Ward certainly succeeded admirably. Despite a marked weakness in the male section, a conspicuous absence of bassos, and a few errors in timing, the effect was, on the whole, excellent.

One small point—could the singers either learn their songs by heart or be provided with a sufficient number of scripts? It was very annoying to see singers looking over their companions' shoulders all the time.