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Edward VII Statue, Phillip’s Square, Montreal, 1914

Montreal Daily Star, 1 Oct 1914, page 3

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Work of Peacemaker will Prevail though Armies Battle Now

Huge crowd cheered wildly as brother of late Monarch unveiled statue in Phillip’s Square – Children sang patriotic air – speeches by the Duke, Sir Thomas Shaughnessy, Sir Alexander Lacoste and Mayor Martin

As the entwined Royal Standard and Union Jack slipped won from the huge bronze figure of King Edward VII, which crowns Phillip’s Square this morning, a gleam of late sunshine broke through the massed clouds and made a most impressive picture.

Round the Square, rank after rank troops were massed, troops to businesslike Khaki the [illegible] of the Highland Uniform, the [illegible] and scarlet of the Mount St [illegible]. Behind them in [illegible] masses loomed from kerb to wall hanging in the trees and ranged precariously on roots were those of the public who eager to do honor to the memory of the dead Monarch were unable to secure the coveted places in the stand.

The ceremony was scheduled for eleven o’clock and those who knew the punctiliousness of his Royal Highness were on hand well before the bell in the Cathedral Tower was sounding the first stroke when the Royal motor cars drew up within the hollow square formed by the troops. The first bars of the National Anthem were played and the Duke was making his inspection of the Highland [illegible] before the hour had struck.

On the stand a notable company was gathered when the Royal party, the Duke and Duchess of Connaught and Princess Patricia accompanied by Lady Villiers, and the military staff mounted the steps.  The royal standard flew to the top of the mast and the crowd at the farther ends of the square broke into renewed cheers Sir Robert and Lady Borden, Sir Francois Langelier, Sir Wilfrid and Lady Laurier, Sir Thomas and Lady Shaughnessy, His Lordship the Bishop of Montreal, Sir Alexander and Lady Lacoste, Sir Melbourne and Lady Tait, Sir Hugh and Miss Alice Graham, Mr and Mrs RV Mercier, Honorable Robert Rogers, Honorable CE Doherty, Honorable Louis Coderre, Honorable WS Fielding, Mayor Martin, HOnorable Rodolphe Lemieux, Colonel Denison, Major Anderson, and Major Leduc, together with scores of other prominent Montrealers rose and stood with bared heads until the Royal party was seated.

The great statue, swathed in the glowing colors of scarlet and blue, stood waiting, but the touch of a card. And the man whose brain had conceived it, and whose hand had given it being, Phillip Hebert, sculptor and artist to his finger tips, was there to receive the congratulations and the thanks of the city, made the more beautiful through his work.

All Traffic Stopped

Along St Catherine street, the cars had been stopped, and the dense crowd made vehicular traffic impossible by the comparative silence that resulted, the speakers voices had a better chance than usual, yet very few of the thousands who thronged the little square heard what was being said.  That did not matter so much as they had come to see rather than hear.

[illegible] was almost irresistible.  They got [illegible] several times before the [illegible] began and ther was a fine opportunity for a cheering outburst when the concealing flags fell from the statue.  The real joy of the morning came however with the singing of “O Canada” in English first then in French, conducted by two leaders who mounted the statue’s pedestal to do it.  First a choir of little girls sang the air to English words.  It is a shaky business singing before Royalty, as a [illegible] but the Montreal school children this morning very quickly recovered from the nervousness caused by their own selves, and shrilled out bravely.  Especially did the boys to the charge of the French version of the song enjoy themselves immensely and would willingly have gone on with the whole collection of verses [illegible] had it been so desired.

Speeches were short.

The speeches were not unduly prolonged, His Royal Highness as is his way, being notably brief and to the point in both French and English.

Following the short speeches the actual unveiling took place.  A small group, the Duke, Sir Thomas Shaughnessy, Sir Alexander Lacoste, Mr Hebert, Colonel Denison and Major Leduc descended from the stand, crossed the few yards of square and mounted the square stone base, on which the statue stands. The cording down the east face ,and with a word was handed to His Highness smoothly like everything about the ceremony, it worked. A slight tug, and as the flags streamed downward to the ground, the huge bronze figure gleamed dully in a sudden passing ray of sun.  it was the moment for which the crowd had been watching.  Those who had from the stand to see or hear what was passing had held their eyes on the hunting clad figures on the strong pedestal and as they saw it they took up their cheer which grew to a roar.

Little was left to do, the Duke shook hands warmly with Mr Hebert, and congratulated him in the success of his work.  The sculptor was the centre of a big group of delighted admirers, but Mr Hebert is pretty well seasoned to that sort of thing by now.

Mayor Martin in accepting the statue in the city’s name recalled how King Edward had always striven for peace.  He had feared a European war and had strived earnestly to avert it.  The statue would be a happy symbol of the union of the two peoples in the city, and erected to the memory of a great peacemaker, would be a lesson and an incentive to harmony and concord.  He solemnly undertook to keep and preserve the statue for all time to come.

[continued on page 12]

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Club Etiquette, 1922

From: Etiquette: The Blue Book of Social Usage by Emily Post, New York and London, Funk & Wagnalls Co, 1922/37.

From: – St James’ Club


When the pioneer women’s club of New York was started – a club that aspired to be in the same class as the most important men’s club—various governors of the latter were unflatteringly outspoken; women could not possibly run a club as it should be run – it was unthinkable that they should be foolish enough to attempt it! And the husbands and fathers of the founders expected to have to dig down in their pockets to make up the deficit; forgetting entirely that the running of a club is merely the running of a house on a large scale, and that women, not men, are the perfect housekeepers.

Good manners in clubs are the same as good manners elsewhere – only a little more so. A club is for the pleasure and convenience of many; it is never intended as a stage-setting for a “star” or “clown” or “monologist”.  There is no place where a person has a greater need of restraint and consideration for the reserves of others than in a club. In every well appointed club there is a reading room or library where conversation is not allowed; there are books and easy chairs and good light for reading both by day and night; and it is one of the unbreakable rules not to speak to anybody who is reading – or writing.


The fundamental rule for behaviour in a club is the same as in the drawing-room of a private house.  In other words, heels have no place on furniture, ashes belong in ash receivers, books should not be abused, and all evidence of exercising should be confined to the courts or courses and the locker room.  Many people who wouldn’t think of lolling around the house in unfit attire, come trooping into country clubs with their steaming faces, clammy shirts, and rumpled hair, giving extremely unpleasant evidence of recent exertion and present fitness for the bath.

Ottawa Comiccon 2016

And so ends another Ottawa Comiccon, and I now can pause to reflect on the experience. Overall, I had a very good time.  I was able either through luck or careful planning (or a combination of the two) to see the sessions that interested me, and to get the autographs of the actors what I wanted and I met a lot of lovely people on the numerous, and oft-times eternal line ups, which was a bonus.

That being said, it seems like this year there were a lot of problems.  I think that a lot of the blame rested on the shoulders of the organisers, who seemed unable to communicate with each other or to the people attending.

  • A number of guests were late arriving at the venue because of traffic (Allan Tudyk was delayed several hours because of his flight) which meant that the people waiting in line for the scheduled autograph or photo session were essentially stuck there. It is hard to make the decision to stay or go from a line when you haven’t been given an ETA. The volunteers manning the lines had little information to offer.
  • The Wi-fi was slow, and cell phone reception was poor
  • Announcements on the PA system were infrequent and garbled. I felt like the kids in the Peanuts cartoons with the teacher saying “mwaw mwaw mwah”
  • If you are going to have a VIP line then enforce it from the beginning. Honestly, deciding midway in a line-up time that VIPs should move here, the others there, is too late, and unfair to those who had established their place in line.
  • Lining up for the photo ops was an experience in frustration and claustrophobia. The lanes were not marked with numbers, and they spilled into a high traffic area – the door between the autograph section and the merchants’ hall.  Volunteers at one end did not know what the other end was doing.  People were being sent back and forth after being fed different information.
  • Not sure why group numbers and appointment times were put on the photo op tickets when the people there ignored them and told us that they were not important.
  • There were no seats or areas for the disabled in the line ups for the autographs or photo ops.
  • The lack of seating was striking, especially near the food. Where were we supposed to eat?
  • Line ups for the photo ops at one door and the comic artist at another blocked the flow of people between spaces, and probably broke a few fire regulations
  • Having an information board was a good idea, but having to fight through thousands to walk to the front where it was located was a pain
  • Some meeting rooms were not large enough for the sessions being held in them
  • One volunteer at the autograph table for Arthur Darvill made a 10 year old leave the line because she had not purchased a ticket for an autograph. She just wanted to meet him, and since there were maybe a dozen people behind her, it did not seem to be a big deal.  Rather than asking her to wait for the line to clear, or just letting her say hi, she told her to leave and made her cry.  That was my angry moment at Comiccon.
  • The food area is too small for the numbers of people present
  • The line-ups for food and drink were too long
  • I heard one person suggest that they take the food to the parking lot and invite a number of food trucks, which would give them more room for merchants, and give people a place outside of the crowded floor to go and eat in a bit of peace.
  • They need a place where those in costume can really stand out and show off, without blocking traffic – a place where they can be seen and have their picture taken by the public – a stage where they can have a “moment” – and maybe a time when all of a particular theme or universe can gather in fun outside of the masquerade

I saw an interview with one of the organisers on the news on the Saturday of the event, and he was so excited that there were over 40,000 people there.  And yes, they should be proud of their success, but that is a lot of people.  Do they intend to grow even more?  If so they should think about their space.  This weekend it was very difficult to manoeuvre around the space.  There were many obstacles to getting from place to place and a lot of people.  The EY Centre is too small.  If they want to accommodate the crowds they have now, let alone more next year, they are going to have to consider a new venue, which would allow for people to have room to move about, places for them to sit and eat, and places for them to line up.  Even if they do not move, they will really have to be more creative about their use of space.

I really hope that next year is even better!!!!

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Lining up for the photos!

Brithers A’ The World O’er – Montreal, 1912

Montreal Daily Star, 30 Nov 1912, page 3

St Andrew’s

“Brithers A’ The World O’er”

Montreal Daily Star, 30 November 1912, page 3

Where they lived:The Anchor Brewery and family home in Peckham, Camberwell, 1874-5


I know that Frederick Paulin and his large family lived in Peckham, Camberwell, in 1874-5.  I can pinpoint the addresses of his home and his business from several sources.  For his home, we know he lived at 13 Camden-Grove, Camberwell because his daughter Sarah (aka Sadie/Sally) who was born there, his mother-in-law, Louisa Cutler, died there in April 1874.  For his brewery, the Anchor, we know he owned it thanks to a great history of the Oxfordshire brewery industry by Mike Brown [Oxon Brews: The Story of Commercial Brewing in Oxfordshire, Mike Brown, Brewery History Society, 2004], who identified Frederick as owner of the brewery in his work.  Also because Frederick went bankrupt, we know he owned the brewery, and have its address.

The London Gazette, 4 Sep 1874 p 4304

In the London Bankruptcy Court. 

In the matter of proceedings for liquidation by arrangement or composition with creditors, instituted by Frederick Paulin of the Anchor Brewery, Saint George’s Road, Peckham, and of no 13 Camden-Grove, Camberwell in the County of Surrey, Brewer.

So the question arises where are these places?  My great wish in looking these places up was of course to see if the buildings in question were still standing, and if so, what they could say about how the family lived when they were resident in Peckham.

My first search was for the house on Camden-Grove.  I went first to Google Maps and tried to find Camden Grove, and that was a bust, the street name no longer exists.  So then I went and googled the name Camden Grove and Peckham/Camberwell to see if there were other ways to find the street.  I stumbled upon this great website which lists the changes to street names in the London area [ ] and found that the street had changed its name to Cronin Road in 1912.  And phew, there you go.

I went onto Google street view and found Cronin Road, and was greatly disappointed to see some rather ordinary 1970-80s style low-rise apartments populating the street.  The area has clearly changed a great deal for when the Paulins lived there in the 1870s.

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Cronin Street from Google Maps – streetview

And now for the Brewery.  I first looked up St George’s Road, Peckham on google maps to see if there was any indication that the brewery was still there.  There were some older buildings on the road, but nothing clear, and to be honest the road is not small enough to say for sure, so I googled the brewery online, thinking, hoping that the place had kept its name.  Nothing in the present, but I did find a website that talked about pubs in London, and there it stated that the Anchor Brewery and Tap, 165 St George’s Way was open 1878-1919, but was closed and demolished.  [] Now here of course, the dates don’t quite match, but it is likely not a coincidence that the Anchor Brewery and Tap on St George’s Way, Peckham was named  that way, and was connected in some way the Anchor Brewery that Frederick owned, on St George’s Road.  When Frederick bought it it had that name, so I would imagine they are one in the same, with just a few years gap in ownership and running.  Counting Frederick’s financial downturn, the Anchor had been the subject of two bankruptcies in less than three years, so it was not a great investment.

Knowing it was demolished was a bit sad, but I checked out the neighbourhood to see if there were any indications of what it was like in the 1870s when the Paulins owned the brewery, but sadly, it too, like the neighbourhood they lived in, was much changed.

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St George’s Way, Peckham from Google Maps – streetview

I did note that the St George’s Way is straddled by a very large park called Burgess Park.  I decided to google it, to see if it was there when the brewery was, and it was not.  In fact, the park was “carved out of a highly built up area of the city.  Virtually all of the land now occupied by the park was previously housing, industry and transport infrastructure.” [  ]  The park included a ginger beer factory and the Grand Surrey Canal.  According to Wikipedia, the area suffered heavily from bombing in the Second World War, and a lot of buildings were demolished to make way for the park. Work for the park began in about 1943, and it has grown since then. [ ]

Finding that the neighbourhoods I was looking into are no longer extant is a big disappointment, but there is still a lot that can be learned from trying to map the history of the Paulins in Peckham.  And that is from finding out how close they lived to their business.  And they did not live that far away.  I looked at the map of the area carefully and plotted the approximate locations of the brewery and the home, and really, he could have walked to work.

peckham image where the paulins lived 1874
Pointing to where the Anchor Brewery was likely located, and where the Paulins lived in Peckam, Camberwell – from Google Maps

Not much found, but interesting nonetheless.

A Lady’s Hallucination, Paris, 1869

Windsor and Eton Express, 4 September 1869, page 3

A Lady’s Hallucination – A woman of about thirty, tastefully dressed and of prepossessing appearance, presented herself two days back at the office of M Berillon, Commissary of Police of the Palais-de-Justice, and inquired what formalities were necessary in order to get married.  The official told her that she must apply at the maire of her arrondissement.  On this the quest became suddenly excited, and declared with extreme volubility that she wanted to marry the world in general; that she had been poisoned; had died, and remained six weeks on the flagstones of the Morgue, watching, without the power to move, all the corpses placed by her side, and hearing the conversation of the visitors; that she had been raised up from that incomplete state of dissolution by the grace of God, &c.  Some inquiries were made which showed that she had lost her reason in consequence of a passion for her cook, a fine-looking man, whose photograph she carried about with her.  Measures were taken to procure her admission into an asylum for lunatics.

Call for Proposals – Considering Sydney Newman, 2016

Call for Proposals

“Considering Sydney Newman”


Sydney Newman – Image from

In light of the recent fiftieth anniversary of the long-running science fiction television series Doctor Who, it seems only fair that some attention be paid to its creator Sydney Newman (1917-1997).  Newman enjoyed a long and interesting career in broadcasting and films.  While his ‘claim to fame’ might very well be as creator of Doctor Who and Avengers, he also worked at the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation as Supervising director of features, documentaries and outside broadcasts (1952-1958), the Associated British Corporation as head of Drama (1958-1962), the British Broadcasting Corporation as head of Drama (1962-1967), and the National Film Board of Canada as a film editor (1941-1949) and as Commissioner (1970-1975).  He then became a special advisor on film to the Canadian Secretary of State, and was Chief Creative Consultant for the Canadian Film Development Corporation (1978-1984).


His work at these institutions was important in the history of Canadian and British broadcasting, and popular culture. His influence was far-reaching.  But thus far, while there have been some studies which have taken into account the particular roles which he has played during his career, no study has taken his roles together, to provide a more complete picture.


This peer-reviewed collection seeks to understand Sydney Newman in relation to his long career in Canada and in Britain. Articles can deal with specific aspects of his career, specific institutions, specific programs he developed, his influence as a producer/filmmaker, or administrator.  Biographical articles are also welcome.

The aim is that the collection taken as a whole will provide a balanced look at his varied career in two countries during periods of significant development and change in the entertainment industry.


Proposals should be approximately two hundred words, and sent to by the 1st of September 2016.  A decision will be communicated by the 15th of September, and final articles should be submitted by the 15 May 2016.


Gillian I Leitch, PhD

Independent Scholar

Co-Chair, Science Fiction Fantasy Area, PCA/ACA





Key Words: Canada, United Kingdom, National Film Board of Canada, Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, British Broadcasting Corporation, Associated British Corporation, television, film, policy, public broadcasting


92 Woodroffe Ave – a plea, a hope, 2016

In a week which started out researching homes of my ancestors in Victoria, BC and Birmingham, England, it ended with the news that my childhood home in Ottawa is for sale.  Living across the river as I do, I have had the opportunity over the years to pass by the old home on Woodroffe Avenue and see how it looks now.  And I must confess over the last several years I have felt that the people living there were rather careless, and the home was distinctly unloved.   Reading the ad for the house I now know why, it is rented out.  But the house itself was lovely when we lived there, so I expected to see in the listing, dated, but hardwood floors, two fireplaces, built in bar in spacious basement, large garden and in-ground pool.  Instead it reads:

“Being sold “Where Is” and “As Is” Sellers Schedule “B” must accompany all offers. Builders and developers opportunity knocks large lot close to Wesstern Parkway. Bring your imagination and plans. Propery is currently tennanted and viewings may take some time to arrange. Home requires updating throughout or lot lends itself to two units or new large single unit. Seller makes no representations or warranties.” [listing here]

real estate ad
The real estate ad……

And so it seems that my old family home is seen more as value for its large lot than the rather nice house it was.  I would be the first to say it needs updating, as I remember a viewing in the home in the mid-1990s when it was for sale, and I got to see its interior, and it does need a better kitchen configuration, and the upstairs bathroom needed new fixtures.  But to see it torn down, which seems to be the gist of the advertisement is just plain wasteful, and of course sad.

Many reading this will say – of course you feel that way, you lived there.  And yes my very happy memories of the house are a large part of the feelings I have for the thought that it could just be torn down and replaced with two dinky houses or a large McMansion.  But there is more to that.  There is a part of me that asks these questions every time people talk of removing old housing stock and replacing it with something more “modern.”  And this goes back to a blog post I did on the tearing down of the grocery store on Woodroffe/Richmond and the lovely Victorian house next to it for a new condo development – which by they way they still have not built in the 4 years since they took down the older buildings. [link here]

Why should the older homes be removed for more intense building on the site?  Why does “progress” have to mean the destruction of the past.  I am sure that a lot of people see just a plain bungalow and forget that it too is part of history (and I do acknowledge personal history as well as neighbourhood).  It was one of the first bits of newer construction in the area when it was built in 1961 by George Ostendorfer on a vacant lot.  The neighbourhood before was essentially a few all-season homes surrounded by summer homes, some converted for all season use, and some not.  92 Woodroffe represents the change in the area with the creation of a more suburban neighbourhood with a lot of new construction in the 1960s.  This too was the period when the cottages along the river were being expropriated by the federal government (NCC) and cleared to make way for the green space and the Parkway.

The house itself is a product of its time. The original layout of the three bedroom bungalow featured a garage at the front of the house, with the front door, next to it, reached by several steps.  This layout changed within a few years, in 1965, with the garage being closed in, and integrated into the house, serving as an office for Mr. Ostendorfer, and accessed by the side of the house with its own door, and a door inside, off the front hallway.  A carport was built at this time at the side of the house, situated behind the house’s frontage, and out of view of the street. The in-ground swimming pool was built in 1964.

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The house in the 1970s.

My family moved into the house as its second owners in 1968, just before my brother was born.  In the time we lived there we made no significant or structural changes to the house.   The only change to be made in the house was the conversion of Mr. Ostendorfer’s former office into the master bedroom around 1974.  A cedar closet was added to the room, on its interior wall.  The house now had four bedrooms.

92 woodroffe back 1966-7
The back yard as it appeared when my parents were shopping for a house in 1967-8

During our time in the house the neighbourhood around the house underwent several changes during the 1960s and 70s.  Most significantly was the demolition of the cottages which were situated directly behind the house, on Orvigale.  They were replaced by townhouses.  One of the houses which overlooked the back yard situated on Deschenes added a second storey in 1978.  The old CPR land remained undeveloped, and served the area as a shortcut to homes on Orvigale and Pooler.  It was also a place of play for the local children.  An apartment building went up on Richmond road, which we could see rise up from our back yards.  The A&W nearby closed down and new businesses sprung up on Richmond Road.

We sold the house in 1980, and the new owners made a number of interior changes.  Firstly, the wall which separated the old master bedroom and the living room was removed, creating a large room which spanned the whole width of the house.  The house returned to having only three bedrooms. The wall separating the kitchen from the dining room was also removed, creating a much larger eat-in kitchen.  In the basement, the large oil heater and tank was removed, and the WC at the foot of the stairs was expanded into its space to create a full bath.  From the description in the ad for the sale of the house it appears a fourth bedroom has been added to the house – likely in the basement.  I am not sure.

The CPR land next to the house was finally developed in 2004.  A house, number 96, was constructed,  and a path established at its side.  The path, follows the length of the old track, and serves as a path to the houses on Orvigale and Pooler, like its predecessor.  92 Woodroffe Avenue stands as a testimony to the history of the neighbourhood of Woodroffe North, and of the suburbanization of the City of Ottawa.

Plaque in 2010

But history aside, it is wasteful to just tear down a building just to build something new on the site.  The destruction of the house would mean more crud to send to a landfill, and then there is the added costs (environmentally) of building the new house or houses.  Why destroy when you could fix?  Fixing might take a bit more imagination, but in the long run it means that the house remains, and the neighbourhood keeps its diversity in housing stock.

Caledonian Games, Montreal, 1880

Montreal Gazette 23 September 1880 page 2

The Caledonian Games

The Caledonian Society to the [illegible] Annual gathering and athletic sports- His Excellency on the ground.

When the Citizens’ Committee decided to aid the Caledonian Society, it took a wise step, for no greater attraction could have been offered to our visitors than the programme of sports arranged by the Caledonian Society.  In the early portion of the day the attendance was small, and when the games were begun the prospects were rather depressing.  Shortly after 2 o’clock, however, the grounds began to fill up, and the ticket-takers were kept busy until about 4 o’clock, when there must have been about four thousand people on the field.  About a quarter past twelve, His Excellency the Governor-General, accompanied by Capt Chater, ADU, arrived on the grounds, where he was received by the President, Mr Robin, and conducted to a pavilion erected for his reception Mr Robin, on behalf of the Society , presented to him a beautifully bound volume of the constitution and by-laws, the title page of which was handsomely illuminated, and on the second page was a certificate of membership, which was read by Mr John Hood, the Secretary.

His Excellency was pleased to accept the volume, and briefly replied to the remarks of President Robin.  He always had taken an interest in athletic sports, and commended the desire of the Society to encourage the development of physical strength.  He regretted the absence from the programme of broadsword and single stick exercises which were highly popular in Scotland, and hoped they might shortly be introduced.

Miss Mary Fulton, a little daughter of Mr P Fulton, then presented a beautiful bouquet, for which his Excellency thanked the fair donor.

The following gentlemen acted as judges in the various competitions:- Lt Col John Fletcher, CMG; Dr McEachran, FRCVS; Angus Grant, Wm Angus, Alex McGibbon, Ewan McLennan, David Mair, Hugh McKinnon, Wm Wilson & Duncan E Bowie, Esquires.

On the ground appeared some of the most noted athletes on the continent, included DC Ross, of Philadelphia, EW Johnston, of Hamilton, William Robertson of New York, John Raine and George Irvine of Ottawa, and others.

The competitions were entered into with zest, and as a result the interest excited among the spectators was great. The dancing was especially good.  Mr Henderson, of Toronto, in the Highland Fling, rousing the enthusiasm of his Scottish audience to such a pitch that rounds of cheers and excited cries greeted the conclusion of his performance.  In the Ghillie Callum (sword dance) Montreal stood to the front, but altogether so excellent was the display that the task of discriminating must have been one of no small difficulty. The committee of arrangements are to be congratulated on the manner in which the programme was carried out, event following event without unnecessary delay and the whole being completed at a quarter before six.

The scene from the pavilion was a very pretty one, the picturesque costumes of the competitors, guests in Highland dress mingling with the more sombre tints of our modern habiliments, which were in turn relieved by the fluttering ribbons and many-colored shades of ladies dresses, forming a tout ensemble witnessed only at a Scottish gathering. Want of space prevents a detailed account of the games we publish the following:

List of Prizes

Quoits- 1st R Waugh, Point St Charles; 2nd A Tattersall, Point St Charles; 3rd W Todd.

Dambrod Match – 1st Alex Brodie; 2nd Thomas Finn.

Bowling Green Match – 1st J Shartris; 2nd Peter Fulton. Prizes for this match were presented by the President.

Throwing Heavy Hammer – DC Ross, Philadelphia, 1st 97 ft 10 in; D Smith Lucknow Ont 2nd, 92 ft 6 in; M MacDonald 3rd 87 ft 8 in.

Throwing Light Hammer – DC Ross, 1st 116 ft 9 in; D Smith 2nd, 111 ft 5 in; M MacDonald 106 ft 11 in.

Putting Heavy Stone- AA Macdonald Lochgarrry, 1st 35 ft 3 in; DC Ross, 2nd 34 ft 1 ½ in; W Robertson New York, 32 ft 11 in.

Putting Light Stone – AA Macdonald, 1st 45ft 8 in; DC Ross 2nd 42 ft 7 in; W Robertson, 3rd 40ft

Tossing the Caber- D Smith 1st, 38 ft 10 ½ in; DC Ross 2nd 37 ft 10 in.

Running hop, step, and jump – Thomas Aitkin, New York, 1st 44 ft; M Macdonald 2nd, 43 ft 2 ½ in; Alex Miller, Montreal 3rd, 43 ft 10 ½ in.

Running high leap- EW Johnson 1st, 5 ft 4 in; Wm Robertson 2nd 5 ft 4 in; AC Reid, 3rd 5 ft 2 in.

Running long jump – Thos Aitkin, 1st 21 ft 1 ½ in; AC Reid 2nd 19 ft 6 in; EW Johnson 3rd 18 ft 6 in.

Standing long jump- EW Johnson 1st 10 ft 9 ½ in; M Macdonald 2nd 10 ft; J Newton 3rd 9ft 9 in.

Standing high leap – EW Johnson, 1st 4ft 8 in; M Macdonald 2nd 4ft 7 in, DC Ross 4 ft 6 in.

Vaulting with pole – Thomas Aitken, 1st 9 ft 4 in; Wm Robertson 2nd 8 ft 10 in; Alex Miller and John Anderson equal 8 ft 4 in, divide 3rd prize.

Pony race- Thomas Irving’s “Rosebud”; 2nd, J Irving’s “Minnie”; 3rd Douglas Lorne McGibbon’s “Princess Louise.”


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