THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN 27
and no two were of the same mind. Some shouted fiercely for the Denbigh opera, some for
“Bi” chorus, while Esther and other soulful ones, P. Rice among them, insisted gently but
firmly on J’ai Perdu. It was usually decided by mob majority and the lower classes’
calling for Hellie Henderson and Pinkey to do the Helen and Menealaus. These would
follow another embarrassed storm of protest from the “Titian Terrors” which was joined in
by the Seniors pro and con and in the course of time the duet was evolved, the effects being
varied by a few coughs and giggles ending in choking laughter. This of course was not the
solemn and awe-inspiring function that it should have been, nor was it always a riot. There
were many nights when no one fought with Scottie and when the class sang even though with
much true feeling and a good measure of real success. Such evenings were the redeeming
features and went toward the making of a very fine singing average for the class of 1911.
Of course, a few fractious mutes and people like M. Smith who knew thoroughly every
third word in a song, helped to bring down the average, but, considering the drawbacks and
the scarcity of voices, the Senior class did creditably in its vocal performance.
MArGERY SMITH.
