City Secondary - School Play
Trelawny Of The Wells
Spring 1938

"The Curtain Falls"

The Spring production of "Trelawny of the Wells" by members of the School Dramatic Society, gave the Society another good send-off for future honours.  For settings, costumes, etc., "Trelawny" had "Tobias" well in the shade, but that same team spirit between cast and workers that was so highly responsible for the success of "Tobias" was just as noticeable in furthering the success of "Trelawny."  Those few remaining "veterans" of the cast of "Tobias" who were again honoured by being offered parts in "Trelawny" were mildly astonished at the number of magnificent costumes that they were required to wear.  In one case, it amounted to four complete changes during each performance.  Surely the cast of "Tobias" appeared in the splendour of their own individual efforts!  To several of the lady members of the Staff who so gallantly and so beautifully made the costumes for the girls, and to Mr. Shield for his invaluable work in connection with the scenery, the Dramatic Society are very highly indebted.  To each of these friends, may I, as a member of the Society, tend the gratitude of all, and hope that the success of the play and the praise afforded to the costumes and the scenery, having, in some small measure, compensated them for their efforts.

                        XXX Porter       Winnie Slater     XXX Allen             Frederick Meehan    Janet Newsome

The Society again appropriated both the Ladies' Staff Rooms, and turned the quiet scholarly atmosphere into the usual maelstrom of noise and confusion.  Here, amid the chaos of a typical dressing room, top hats and crinolines, moustaches and monstrosities of the early Nineteenth Century mingled with bobs, shingles and silk stockings of the modern day.  Five or six makers-up ruthlessly applied their art with deft fingers, and endeavoured to conceal distinguished features beneath hideous walruses and sidechops.  However, the not-so-well-known, and pardon me, not-so-salient features of the male cast, were framed in attractive black knee-breeches and rusty peg-top trousers.

Could one forget the appearance of Telfer, whose drain pipes came to an abrupt end somewhere in the region midway along handsome calves to reveal rungs of grotesque socks and glimpses of suspenders?    These masterpieces, unfortunately, were only seen at rehearsal, another pair being procured for the actual performance.  Ablett made a picturesque figure in the uniform and knee-breeches of the butler in  Act 2.  On account, however, of the handsome fit of the knee-breeches, which we were informed were a trifle tight, the butler found it impracticable to maintain a sedentary position off-stage, and so had to remain standing.

                                                                  XXX Page                                         Lily Jarvis

One of the most startling episodes that took place on the stage was the discovery that the tempting-looking "sherry" was in actual fact nothing more than cold tea.  But, doubtless, our audience guessed this, considering the amount of "sherry" consumed by the likely-looking customers, Gadd and Colpoys.  Strangely enough, they consumed practical nil, but hardly so strange when one is acquainted with the contents of the bottle.  Incidently, may we suggest that the following officials of the Society make it in their way to provide the producer with a set of stainless steel lamp shades, or even a dust-bin lid upon which he may ring the curtains up to his heart's content?

Then came the interval for which the cast, followed by stage-hands, scene-shifters, props, dressers, makers-up and the usual gang of hangers-on, assembled in the Library.  Here, a bizarre sight met the eye.  The Victorians in top-hats and drain pipes, crinolines and poke-bonnets hurriedly disposed of what refreshment they were able, and reverted to their native vernacular.

For a few of us, schooldays are nearly over and we shall never again be part of that fine crowd behind the scenes.  To those who are yet to come, we gladly fling the torch, and hope that under the splendid leadership of Mr. Dyson, the Society will march on to even greater success than it has been our humble lot to give it.  Good luck to the Dramatic, and in future may we be on the other side of the footlights, ever eager to give warm-hearted support to our successor.  Salve et Vale!

 Dramaticus, P. T.