Temple House Concert

The School was warned by a lavish display of notices that at 6 p.m. on Saturday, 1st March, members of Temple House would make fools of themselves on the stage in Big Hall. They made fools of themselves to such an extent that they produced a very good concert.

The A.R.P. sketch was a skit on the type of A.R.P. mentality which will take a week of unhurried moving to cope with a bomb but will raise heaven and earth to deal with a crack of light.

Langstaff kept the audience in splits by frequently breaking into the proceedings with fatuous remarks. Unfortunately the singing was not very good ; singing in house concerts should either be by boys with good voices, or by the audience. A mixture of bad singers on the stage and a worse audience can never be justified.

G. Long takes first place as a sphinx-faced low comic ; he gets over jokes without a movement of his face. The inside story of the Hambush broadcasting station was revealed to an amused audience, and for the swing fans the Bulmer brothers " hotted " it on piano and drums.

The conjuring, in spite of Oxtoby's ever-ready tongue, was not a great success.

The last sketch, written in verse form by Long, was very clever. It exposed the Moriarty-Holmes-Watson combination—in the words of the sketch,

Moriarty : I threaten a duke.

Holmes : I discover the crime.

Watson : And I write it up, Heinemenn's eight and nine.

THE HILL.

I lie upon thy sward, so cool and soft, And dream my hours of happiness away ; I see the panorama from aloft, The fields, the woods, the slowly-dying day. How tenderly I stroke the fragrant moss That grows upon thy gaunt and ancient brow. O God if I should ever suffer loss, This day might take its place, this moment now.

R.G.L.