Victoria University College. Annual Extravaganza: Pep. 1924.
Cast of Characters
Cast of Characters.
Act I.
A Priestess. | Miss Thyra Baldwin |
"Goldilocks, Goldilocks, three bags full."
—Tennant's "Tales for Tots."
First Woman. | Miss Gwen Barnsdale |
"She has a pretty foot for a dance."
—The Glidings of Gwendolen.
Opthalmia—A member of Grecian Eye-Sorciety. | Mr. N. L. Knell |
"As rich and purposeless as is the rose
Thy simple doom is to be beautiful."
—Little Knell's Naughtiness.—By Charles Garvice.
A Priest. | Mr. H. Gledstone |
"A clergyman should never shirk
To accept a motor from his kirk."
"Justice be Jiggered."
—The Rev. Robertson Orr.
Theseus. | Mr. D. Priestley |
"A pleasant looking gentleman with pretty purple eyes
I've noticed from my window as I sat a-catching flies."
—Horace Ward's "Howlers."
Attendant on Theseus. | Mr. W. Blathwayt |
"But last night at the Ambassador
I loved her best of all."
Rampageous—City Organist in Athens. | Mr. J. Nicholls |
When on the organ he do play
The ladies sigh "alack-a-day."
—Trezise's "Tootles from Town."
Tempwhitis.—A famous musician. | Mr. I. Wallace |
"Said John, I am a proper man
And very tall to see."
—Mots of Martin-Smith.
Neuwrightis.—Mavor of Athens. | Mr. J. Lockie |
He seized sedition by the wool,
'Twas like red rag: unto a bull.
—N.Z. Welfare League.
And the Minotaur. | Sundry Legs |
No beastie ever had for legs.
Half such a handsome set of pegs.
—"Chorus Girls' Capers." —Rankine Brown.
Priests, Victims to be Sacrificed, Dancing Girls, Athenian men and women.
Act II.
Charlotte Corday. | Miss Mary Cooley |
"And she answered, all the woman in her flashing from her eyes,
You mustn't ask no questions and you won't be told no lies."
—"Apple Charlotte," by Guv Boothby.
Lucille. | Miss Thyra Baldwin |
page 11"Wee modest crimson, tippit flower."
—"Wholesome Hints," by Harcus Plimmer.
A Dancer. | Miss Marjorie Buckeridge |
"Oh Kewpie, Kewpie, Kewpie,
We love your pretty bows,
Your elegance so snoopy,
And the way you twirl your toes."—Dr. Gibb's "Gurgles."
A Sergeant. | Mr. S. Baume |
"My resemblance to Napoleon always strikes me."
—"SBlood and SBattles." —Col. R. St. J. Beere.
A Soldier. | Mr. J. L. MacDuff |
"My uniform's a great success
Much nicer than civilian dress."
—"Ricochet to the Right."—by F. Martyn Renner. Soldiers, Citizens of Paris, etc.
Act III.
—Scene 1.
Will E. Robbem.—King of Industry, owner of Robot Factory. | Mr. T. Moses |
"My duty I will never shirk,
'Tis watching other people work."
—"A Professor's Whole Duty."—F. P. Wilson
Captain Bill Gassey.—An ex-politician. | Mr. N. Whiteman |
(Of the Wembley Boy Scouts).
"There's nothing that I better like
Than settling a railway strike."
—H. E. Holland.
Corporal Sparr (of Mount Eden).—A famous educationalist. | Mr. J. Lockie |
"I do hate the limelight."
—Archie Sievwright.
Captain of Robots. | Mr. J. Nicholls |
And "the Captain of the Guard" took Jeremiah.
Scene 2.
Captain Bill Gassey. | Mr. N. Whiteman |
Corporal Sparr. | Mr. J. Lockie |
Sergeant Dan. | Mr. J. Nicholls |
"Be prepared
My good deed for to-day."
—N.Z. Welfare League.
Scene 3.
Spirit of Youth. | Miss T. Baldwin |
"What again! You surprise me."
The God Pan. | Mr, H. Gledstone |
"The common sin of babyhood—objecting to being dressed."
—S. Eichelbaum.
Singers. | Miss E. Fair and Mr. N. Byrne |
"Fair and warmer."
—D. C. Bates.
Dancers. | Miss M. Tracy, Miss G. Barnsdale, Mr. J. White |
Opthalmia. | Mr. N. L. Knell |
"Still going strong."
—J. Brook.
A. Robot. | Mr. A. Wilson |
Robot Soldiers, Workmen, Women, etc., etc.
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Refrain :
Oh, oh, oli! I'm Bernard Page,
Amongst the ladies I'm all the rage;
On Sundays when I play,
I cannot understand why people stay away
The ladies love my carriage erect.
Because I am a man of intellect.
Oh, oh, oh! On any stage.
You'll never find a thriller like Bernard Page.
Tempwhitis :
Now I'm sublime,
A real live wire;
My name is Temple White-oh.
I beat the time
For the C.T. choir,
It is ray one delight-oh.
I teach, instruct,
Inspire, conduct,
Our noble. Choral Union;
Though their singing is divine,
The Orchestra's not too fine.
Refrain:
Oh, oh, oh! I'm Temple White,
To see me bow is a wonderful sight;
Tho' by nature I'm sedate,
I really get quite angry when reserved's come late;
By my chorus I am feared
That's because of my fine black beard.
Oh, oh, oh! It's my delight,
There never was a man like Temple White.