Ball for the Prince of Wales, Montreal, 1919

Montreal Standard, 1 November 1919, page 25

Programme from the McCord Museum of Canadian History

Gaiety Reigned at the Citizen’s Ball in the honor of the Prince

An unqualified success and a most enjoyable event was the unanimous verdict on the Citizen’s Ball, in honor of his Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, held in the Windsor Hotel, on Thursday, and attended by a representative and distinguished company. Crowded with social engagements of various kinds as the previous days of the Prince’s visit were, Thursday’s function suffered not at all by reason of them, for the ball was carried through from start to finish with great enthusiasm and éclat. The general arrangements were excellent, the music all that could be desired, and the informality of the supper, but added another note of gaiety to the evening.

The decorations had been considerably changed since the Military Ball, but the flags and bunting remained in the Windsor Hall, while the civic motto, “Concordia Salus” found a prominent place.over the platform in front of which an informal dais had been arranged, were the words “God Bless Them” surmounting the Prince’s feathers and motto in electric light.

The Ladies’ Ordinary was most attractive, long panels of yellow silk forming a background for trailing foliage and flowers, while masses of immense yellow chrysanthemums added to the beauty of the lounge between the two main dancing halls.

It was almost 11 o’clock when His Royal Highness arrived after having opened the ball of the Grand Army at the 63th [sic] Armory, and preceded by two pipers and attended by His Worship the Mayor, with the members of the reception committee, following came slowly up to the centre of the long ballroom through an aisle formed with white ribbons to the dais. Here, after the orchestra had played the National Anthem, and the Prince had greeted the ladies connected with the members of the various committees, the formalities of the evening ended.

His Royal Highness chose his own partners and honored a number of Montreal girls in this manner lady Meredith, whom the Prince escorted to supper, danced the last supper extra with His Royal Highness.

Miss Gabrielle Grothe, a neice of Mayor Martin, had the honor of being the Prince’s first dancing partner, his second being Miss Madelaine Taschereau, of Quebec, whom His Royal Highness had previously met and danced with on the occasion of his visit to the Ancient Capital. Mrs John Ahern, daughter of the Hon Charles Marell; Mrs Clifford Darling, Miss Cecile Grothe, a debutantem, the Misses Reichling and Miss Simone Portelance were also among the Prince’s partners during the evening. But it was Miss Taschereau to whom fell the honor of dancing most frequently with the royal visitor, an honor duty appreciated by the young lady and naturally much envied by many others.

His Royal Highness escorted Lady Meredith to supper, and the party of honor was composed of Admiral Halsey and Mrs Huntly Drummond, Mr E Hebert and Mrs RW Reford, Judge Robidoux and Mrs Hebert, Sir Vincent Meredith and Lady Joan Mulhooland, Sir Frederick Williams Taylor and Lady Gordon, Sir Montagu Allan and the Hon Marguerite Shaughnessy, the Mayor of Montreal and Lady Williams-Taylor, Judge Greenshields and Lady Davis. Mr EW Beatty and Miss Martha Allan, Mr CE Neill and Mrs Cllifford Darling, Senator Casgrain and Mrs Robidoux, Mr HW Beauclerk and Mrs RAE Greenshields, Judge Marechal and Mrs A Boyer, Mr Huntly Drummond and Mrs JPB Casgrain, Sir Charles Gordon and Mrs Alfred Shaughnessy, Mr ER Decary and Mrs CE Neill, Major-General Sir Henry Burstall and the Hon Mrs Beauclerk, Sir Mortimer Davis and Mrs Forbes Angus. A buffet supper was served in the Rose Room, the Green Room and Peacock Alley.

Etiquette, Montreal, 1880

Montreal Daily Star, 23 September 1880, page 2

Etiquette Department

(All enquiries should be addressed “Editor Etiquette Department, The Star, Montreal” Our respondents are requested to keep their questions brief and to the point.)

Fred enquires: “If I meet a lady and gentleman on the street and turn to walk with them, should I walk next to the lady or next the gentleman?”

Should you have good reason to join the lady and gentleman under the circumstances suggested, of which you must be the judge, the correct way would be to walk next the lady, so that she may be placed between the gentlemen, otherwise it might be awkward for her to address her remarks to one of them across the other, obliging her to raise her voice unusually loud. Having said what you decided to say, then withdraw in the customary way. To continue your walk might be an intrusion.

Pedestrian enquires: “If a gentleman is walking with two ladies, one an intimate friend, the other a mere acquaintance, which should he walk beside?”

To walk unhidden with two ladies under any circumstances might be an inconvenience, and ought to be generally avoided. Should the necessity arise, the rule to observe is to walk next to the lady to whom your observations are addressed. This may occasion a change of position, but the change would obviate the awkwardness that arises from talking across one person to another.

A Constant Reader enquires:- “Which side ought a gentleman walk on when walking with a lady, the right side or the left?”

A gentleman should always take the outside and allow the lady to have the inside of the street or pathway, and this rule must determine the answer to his question. The wall is supposed to be her screen on the side, and his escort her protection on the other.

The Amateur Minstrels Delight – Victoria, 1894

British Colonist, 22 Nov 1894, page 4

Three Big “M’s”
Music, Mirth and Minstrelsy Reign Supreme at the Victoria Theatre
The Amateur Minstrels Delight a Crowded House and Cover Themselves with Glory

The Victoria Amateur Minstrels gave their first of three performances at the Victoria Theatre last evening, to a crowded house, and now the notes of interrogation that have been flying in the air whenever the minstrels have been mentioned, are replaced by exclamation points. It was a great tournament of merriment and music; the small boy from the gallery expressed tersely and completely the sentiments of all when he gave as his judgement that “dat show’s a corker and no mistake.” And he intended no reference to burnt cork, either. From the moment the curtain rose – sharp on time, too, it may be noted – and the music of “the Minstrel King” floated across the footlights, until it descended amidst a tumult of applause to shut the cake-walk from view, everything was good. The general success was of course made up of many contributory successes – there was notably good stage management; the music was new and sweet and plentiful; the settings were rich and the costuming appropriate; the jokes and stories were funny and required no explanatory footnotes; the dancing was particularly and especially pretty and graceful – in fact everything was good and the performance moved easily and smoothly throughout.

After the opening chorus it was W Ralph Higgins, from the bones corner, who started the fun. He wanted to know if the interlocutor, Mr Egan – these minstrels have introduced the desirable custom of giving the proper names in the dialogue – had heard about the post office strike.

Of course he had, and he was very sorry indeed for the poor postmen.

But had he heard about the Postmaster Shakespeare sending for all the Victoria Cricket Club the day the men left work?

“Sending for the members of the Victoria Cricket Club,” inquired Mr Egan in surprise, “Why, what do you mean?”

“Oh yes, he did – he sent for all of them, Mr Pooley and Bryan Drake and Dr Helmcken and PAE Irving and Foulkes and all of them.”

“Why whatever could he want them to do,” and the interlocutor waited.

“Oh, he just wanted them to tend the wicket!”

Then Dave Patterson sang his song, “The Lime Kiln Club,” and sang it well too. Afterwards Mr Alf Hood’s sympathetic tenor was heard in “Whose Little Girl are You,” a sweetly pretty little melody, which with the excellent chorus effect thoroughly merited the hearty applause accorded. WR Higgins had as his solo the rousing minstrel song, “Do, Do, My Huckleberry Do,” which he gave with gusto and effect, holding his audience right with him as he did in all his many “turns” during the evening, for he is one of the hardest worked men in Victoria while these minstrel shows are on.
Of course the three solos were not all together. They were sandwiched in with a running fire of nonsense, which kept the house in one continuous smile.

Ernest Pauline, also one of the bones brigade, had a story. He started it by telling of the great success he was having ever since he started in the insurance business.

“De people done jess fall ober demselves comin’ to dis chile,” he said. Not only did the general public walk right up, begging him to write their policies, but all the other agents – Drury, Sam Matson, Louis Jenns, all the big men in the business. Everything and everybody came his way.
The interlocutor was just beginning to congratulate him on his good fortune when he interrupted,
“But I done had one piece o’ hard, hard luck yest’day,” he said.

“And what was that?”

“Why, you see, Premier Davie he came to me and he says Pauline, he sez, I want you to ensure my life.”

“And of course you did,” – this from the interlocutor.

“No,” and Bones shook his head mournfully. “No – I couldn’t make out his policy no way.”

Mr Frank Sehl’s powerful bass was heard in “the Little Woman”; Mr Pilling gave “The Soldier’s Sweetheart,” which was indeed a gem as he presented it; and Messrs McIntyre and Fred Richardson sang “Hooroo for Casey” acting the incinental “business” with all the ease and dash of old professionals. Mr Richardson on the tambo end did good work all night; his comicalities being many and neat; everything being done gracefully and nothing overdone.

“I would like to have a little light on this sewer business,” remarked the wise man from the middle of the stage. “I’d like to know where all this money’s gone to that we voted to build the sewer on Fort Street.”

“I know, boss!” – this from Dave Patterson.

“Well, where has it gone Mr Patterson?”

“Oh, it’s in the pockets of the ratepayers.”

“And how do you make that out, Mr Patterson?”

“Well, it’s in the hands of the council, isn’t it?” – !!

Interlocutor Egan had a funny “Dago” story a little later; Norman Macauley and Fred Richardson each had his little joke, and there were lots of other good jokes besides. George Powell told about his bard that was insured and burned (because he needed the $900) and rebuilt by the insurance company (although he didn’t want the barn – he wanted the $900). He told of his experience of life insurance on a similar line, and all his stories were fully appreciated, because he told them all well, and has that easy self-possession that holds an audience attentive and deeply interested.
“When the Pilot Takes Command” was the last of the first part solos, sung by Mr Brownlie. It is a delightful song and one eminently suited to the singer’s rich, robust and much enjoyed voice. Fred. Richardson’s “Polly McGilligan’s Band” was an instantaneous hit, because Fred and his bandsmen all entered into their work heartily and the leader sang his funny little song just as it should be sung. All of the songs of the first part were with first-class chorus, the concerted singing throughout being very skilfully and effectively handled. It will be noted that the majority of the songs are new, and those who heard them last evening will agree that all are good.

The second part brought a sketch, “A Public Meeting” in which some funny dialogue work was given by Messrs Egan, Higgins (WR) and Powell. The minstrel quartette “favoured with a few choice selections.” The quartette – Messrs WR Higgins, Hood, Sehl and Robertson – sing well together, and made admirable choice of subjects. Their work during the latter part of the evening and especially in the Chinese imitation was delightfully tuneful, finished and generally meritorious. “Tommy Atkins” by Gunner Ayton and men of the RMA, was good and encored vociferously; the brave soldiers appearing were Gunners Lyons, Osborne, Butler, Davis, Bournen, J Osborne, Llewellyn, Richardson, Wallis, Creed, Sherwood and Bombardier Kelly; the cake walk was also excellent, calling for cool and capable stage direction, which it had. The feature of the second part was, however, beyond a doubt the skirt and serpentine dancing by seven young and charming gentlemen – Messrs “Charlotte” McIntyre (premiere danseuse), “Georgie” Powell, “Harriette” Austin, “Tommy” Dowlen, “Daisy” Patterson, “Henrietta” Howard and “Ernestine” Brammer. This particular part of the show is indeed “worth going miles to see.”

Appended is the complete muster roll of the minstrels, who will again hold the boards this afternoon and evening:
First Tenors – Messrs Shedden, Pilling, Mallandaine, Sherbourne, Hood, Herbert Pauline and Kingham
Second Tenors – Messrs Bert Powell, Clarke, Howard, R Robertson, Brammer and Jackson.
Baritones – Messrs Paul Higgins, Goward, Prinz, Austin, Dowlen, McIntyre, H Robertson and Mitchell.
Bassos – Messrs Sehl, Brownlie, Frank Higgins, Greenwood, F Cullin, Oliver and Wilson.
Executive Committee – WE Dowlen, Frank Higgins, Norman Macauley, W Ralph Higgins, Martin Egan, Thomas Corsan, WJ Burnes
Treasurer – Ernest Brammer
Secretary – George Powell
Musical director – John M Finn
Stage Manager – Frank Higgins
Managers of Properties – Messrs AJ Dallain, HE Courtenay
Bones – W Ralph Higgins, Ernest Pauline, Dave Patterson
Tambourines – Fred Richardson, Norman Macauley, Geo E Powell

[Ernest Pauline was my great-grandfather]

Update of Family of Mary Ann Leitch Neil, 2015

James Leitch and family, Canada, c 1850

I have been for some time been curious about the family of Mary Ann Leitch, who married Robert Neil and then moved from Upper Canada to Iowa. I have been fortunate to find information from censuses from Iowa, but there were a few blanks which I found to be a bit annoying. One of the parts of these blanks is the fate of Mary Ann’s mother, who according to a cousin, died when she was visiting her daughter in Iowa. But where was she? I could find no death notice, and no burial.

Success!

Known in various sources as Jane Frue Neal, Jean Frew, and Jean Leitch, she was buried in Long Grove Christian Church Cemetery as Mrs James Leitch. I found her on findagrave.com. I also found a Jennie Leitch buried in the same cemetery, although the dates look wrong for her daughter Jean or Jennie Leitch, it is possible it is her. And there also lies the grave of four of her grandchildren, daughter of Mary Ann Leitch Neil.

So with this information in hand I asked myself, why Long Grove Cemetery, and is this a Presbyterian or Baptist Church? I googled the church and the city of Long Grove Iowa, and I have a bit of a picture of the community, and well the circumstances that brought Mary Ann there.
A history of the church was put online, written in 1934, and revised in 1974. [Long Grove Christian Church 1839-1974 One Hundred Thirty-Five Years” by Mrs William Neil (perhaps related?). [www.celticcousins.net/scott/longgrovechurch.htm]

“In May, 1826, the Brownlie family arrived in Canada from Scotland. Alexander and James lived there until 1838. Having become dissatisfied with the British rule in Canada, they converted all their property into money and clothing and started out to look for a suitable location.”

“Robert Brownlie and his wife came to Long Grove in 1839. William and his wife and five children came in 1840. At later dates came other settlers whose names are familiar to us and whose descendants live here. Hugh Thomson, John Robertson, John Frieve and John Pollock, brothers-in-law, came together from Scotland. William Robertson followed them. John Neil came in 1846. Robert Neil, his mother and sister came in 1847.”

The whole community appears to have formed not only on dissatisfaction with British rule, but also with their religious life. They founded their own church, and it does not appear to have been connected to the Presbyterian Church. I know that Robert and Mary Ann married in the Presbyterian Church in Cornwall, Upper Canada in 1841. Curious.

I am unlikely to visit Iowa, but I would really like to see the family graves, and maybe have more information on the Neil family, and their life in Long Grove, Iowa. Anyone?

Today is St Patrick’s Day, I must be Irish: Reflections of a multi-ethnic Canadian, 2015

I will admit to spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about identity. My academic interest, since my Master’s has been about how people of British origin Canada saw themselves, and expressed their identity through the public and religious lives. This has resulted in a great deal of self-reflection. If they said/did this to express themselves as Irish, English, etc. in the nineteenth-century, how do I relate this to how I, in my own life, express my various identities?

I am like everybody else, in that I have a large collection of identities which I pull out according to various situations. I am a Canadian, raised in Canada, in a predominantly culturally Canadian household. I was educated in Canadian schools. As a child I was able to watch Canadian television (at a time before Canadian content became a problem for Canadian broadcasters). I tend to think that my Canadian-ness underlies and informs all of my expressions of identity/

But I am also English. If the household was Canadian, it was also English, as my mother was English. Thanksgiving and Halloween were celebrated alongside Guy Fawkes. Christmas dinners had trifle, mince meat pies with the turkey and the yams. Wayne and Shuster and Second City’s airtime were joined by the Two Ronnies and Monty Python. And of course there were visits to family in England, and English family visits to Canada. There is a great familiarity and comfort with aspects of English culture, which make me feel very English.

But then, I am also Irish and Scottish by extraction. These identities don’t come specifically from growing up surrounded by Irish or Scottish culture, but rather an awareness nourished by my father that my paternal family was Irish and Scottish. The Irish culture was closest because Dad’s grandmother was irish , raised in an Irish-Montreal household, and who had lived for a time in Ireland after her marriage. The food, the music, the culture of Ireland was close to Dad, and this was passed on to his children. His Scottish heritage was more a touchstone, as that line had left Scotland 6 generations prior, but it was still important.

Since becoming an adult, and a historian, I have explored the history of my family, traced our journeys across from Scotland, Ireland and England, and have come to appreciate the places where they came from, the culture that they understood, and the immigration to the new world which changed their lives. I have also had the pleasure of living in Scotland for almost a year. I have connected to these aspects of my history, and embrace the identity of these peoples and places.

Each of these identities are a part of me, and on days like St Patrick’s Day I feel Irish, and honour my Irish-ness with a bit of green, on St Andrew’s Day I am Scottish, and eat haggis, and listen to bagpipes, on Guy Fawkes I light sparklers and recite the poem my Mother taught me, and on Canada Day I wave my flag enthusiastically and feel pride. I am all these identities at once, and singularly, depending on the day, on the place, on circumstances.

Borden’s Naval Policy, cartoon, 1912

Montreal Daily Star, 7 December 1912, page 3

Unveiled
Borden Naval Policy

St George’s Day, Victoria, 1888

Victoria Daily Colonist, 24 April 1888, page 4

St George’s day

Englishmen celebrate the Good Saint’s Day in true British Style – at the Banquet Board
Every seat at the round table of the Clarence was filled last night at the annual dinner of the St George’s Society. A larger gathering had never assembled in the large dining –room of that well known hostelry. The tables literally groaned beneath the weight of the good things provided by the mine host Richards and a typical British banquet was the result of the chef’s exertions. To the affable steward, Mr WH Shaw, much of the success which attended the dinner must be attributed. Calla lilies in full bloom, as well as many potted plants, graced the table, but beyond this no attempt was made at decoration. Ex-Mayor Fell presided, having on his right and left Mayor Grant and United States Consul Stevens, respectively. Mr W McNiff, president of the Pioneer’s Society, occupied a seat immediately to the right of the Mayor. Mr CE Redfern did justice to the vice-chair. Rare music (piano and violin) was discoursed throughout the evening. Ven. Archdeacon Seriven asked a blessing. The following was

The Menu
Soup
Vegetable
Hooes d’oeuvres
Crab-salads, olives, celery
Fish
Boiled Salmon, Anchovy Sauce
Roman Punch
Roasts
Beef with Yorkshire Pudding, Sucking Pig
Spring Lamb, Saddle of Mutton
Vegetables
Asparagus, Peas, Tomatoes, Cauliflower, Potatoes
Desert
Plum Pudding, Blanc Mange, Vanilla Ice Cream, Lady Fingers, Macaroons, Fruit

Regrets
The President read regrets from the Lieut-Governor, Lt-Col Holmes, Hon Theo Davie, and the Senior Naval Officer.

Toast List
“the Queen and Royal Family,” by the President. Music: “National Anthem” followed by three loyal cheers and “a tiger.”

The President of the United States” by Vice-President Redfern, Music “Star Spangled Banner”
Lieut-Col Stevens was greeted with cheers. He only wished President Cleveland was here tonight. He would have liked to have seen him witness the hearty manner in which the toast of his health had been honoured. He would have liked that he could see Victoria’s many natural qualities, the beauties of Beacon Hill, of Shawnigan Lake, of the Gorge, of Swan Lake and the countless glories lying around on all sides. He hoped he would yet live to see them. He was glad to know that harmony still continued, notwithstanding the fisheries entanglement, between the two sister nations, and was delighted to say “all goes well.” (Cheers)

“His Excellency the Governor General” by Mayor Grant. Lord Landsdowne was eulogized and his political career narrated. His great success as Governor-General of Canada was told and regret at his early departure was expressed. Music “Rule Britannia”

“His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor,” by Mr Edwin Johnson, who made a very neat address. Governor Nelson, he said, is one of the most popular governors we ever had. He extolled his fine personal and social qualities, and judging by the enthusiasm which followed his brief remarks, Governor Nelson is personally respected and esteemed by each member of the representative gathering which assembled last night to do honour to Britain’s patron saint. Music “ The Minstrel Boy” and “For he’s a Jolly Good Fellow”

“Army, Navy and Volunteers,” by Mr JJ Austin, who spoke of the value of the three services, making especial reference to the noble conduct of the volunteers during the Northwest campaign. Music “Red, White and Blue.”
Hon JH Turner was loudly called for and felt that the duty of responding to this toast devolved upon some gentleman more intimately acquainted with the service than himself. He could call to mind the heroic deeds of the volunteers, encamped on Beacon Hill, on many a cold night, in defence of the government buildings – he had done his duty, if it was a peaceful one. Some people said he was a traitor, but he thought few believed it, he believed in the glorious old flag of St George, was true to it, and if necessary would die for it. (Loud Applause).
Three hearty cheers were given for the Hon Mr Turner.

Mr Fred Miller also responded on behalf of the navy and volunteers, as well as Gunner Foster of “C”Battery, who in the absence of his officers, made a capital speech in which he expressed his thanks for the many kindnesses at the Battery had received at the hands of the citizens of Victoria.
Song, “My Ancestors were English”by Mr E Allen, MPP.

“Mayor and Council” by Mr N Shakespeare, who briefly spoke of the council as a body in felicitous terms and administered a very liberal dose of “taffy” to the Mayor, winding up with a eulogy on the councillors generally. Music: “We’ll may keel row.”

Mayor Grant thought discussion was desirable, and it was only by arguing out the different questions that came before the council to a conclusion that the happy medium could be attained. He thought the motto should be: “Let us help ourselves.” The citizens should assist the council in making the place desirable, in introducing capital, and in advancing the interests of Victoria.

Ald Braden was never so happy in his remarks. Every councillor, he thought, tried to do his best for his ward, as was natural, and if there was a little fighting occasionally, outside all were good friends.

Ald Powell made a practical speech. The aldermen had endeavoured to do their duty, and while there were grumblers in the city, the mass of the people sympathized with them in their efforts to guard the public interest.
Song: “The Muskateers,” Mr G Fairbrother.

“the Day and all who honor it” by ex-President MWT Drake. A brief history of the life of St George was given and the speaker dilated in warm language on the glories of the British. Civis Romanus Sum was the boast of the Roman; “I am an Englishman” is a nobler one (Cheers). Music: “The Englishman”.

Song: “For he is a jolly good fellow”
Col Stevens on “a question of privilege” made a vigorous address, eulogistic of the flag of St George, which was followed by loud applause.

President Fell made a splendid after dinner speech.

Song: “the Englishman” Mr Fred Miller.

“The Clergy” by Ald Powell, who made the hit of the evening in his reference to Britain’s glory – the Bible, and her Christianizing influence, through the clergy, the world over.

Responded to by the Ven. Archdeacon Scriven who said he had lived long enough in this city to thank God that his lines were cast in such pleasant places. It was a lovely city, and he hoped to make his home here. On behalf of his brother clergymen he thanked all present for the hearty manner in which the toast had been received.

“Sister Societies” by Mr G Fairbrother. Music: “Auld Lang Syne.”
President AJ Smith of the St Andrew’s and Caledonian Society, responded in a stirring speech and did ample justice to his “brithers the world over”.

Mr T Russell was obliged to rise to his feet and say a few kindly words of thanks to the heartiness with which the toast was drunk.

Mr W McNiff, president of the Pioneer Society, made one of his characteristic speeches, witty, eloquent, and to the point. He closed by thanking the gathering for honouring in so marked a manner “the leading society of the province” (cheers) “Muldoon, the Solid Man” was loudly called for and quiet could not be restored until Mr McNiff delivered it in his own unique manner.

Ex-Mayor Fell spoke on behalf of the BC Benevolent Society.
Song: Mr G Fairbrother, “There’s room enough for all”

“The Press” proposed by Ald Braden. Music: “Bid Me Discourse” song by WH Ladner, MPP. Responded to by Mr O’Brien of the Colonist, Mr Templeton of the Times, and Mr Beveridge of the Standard.

The President paid a fitting tribute to the memory of Hon Thomas White, one of Canada’s pioneer journalists.
Song: “The Ivy Green” H Mansell

“The Ladies” by Mr F Pauline, Music: “Here’s a health to all good lassies” Responded to by Mr J Orr, MPP, who described in song how St Patrick’s Day came to be on the 17th of March amid uproarious laughter.
This being Mr Orr’s birthday, Vice-President Redfern proposed his health, which was drunk with “no heel-taps” and cleverly responded to.

Songs: “Then You’ll Remember Me” Mr Redfern, “The Scarlet Flower” Mr T Flowin; “The death of Nelson” Ald Braden; “Harry Bluff” Mr James Fisher; “The Union Jack of Old England” Mr Henry Farrell; “In Happy Moments” Mr Martin; “Good bye Sweetheart, Good bye” Mr E Allen MPP; “The Red White and Blue” Mr S Harrison; “the Pilot” Chas Jenkinson; Piano solo, Mr Levin; “The Midshipmite” Mr F Pauline; “Blue eyed Nellie” Mr Farrell; “Old Black Joe” quartette; “Merrie England” Mr McNish; “God Save the Queen” and three cheers and a “tiger” for Her Most Gracious Majesty brought the pleasant evening to a close.

[For those curious, the F Pauline here is my great-grandfather’s brother Frederick Arthur Pauline]