In Cap and Gown student journal

Why describe the debate itself? The champions did well. Their words are engraved on our minds and hearts. They became immortal in speech. The little Jap, especially will bear away marks of that right's fray, will tell the story in the Land of Flowers, and perhaps as army will come, sometime, to avenge misrepresentation and cram harsh swords back down the throats of Canadian farmers.

The little bunch of Western students laboured loyally to support their men by hand and mouth. A lady told me that she did not see Mr. Hamilton present, but that she heard his voice - once heard, always known. The yell of the Guelph contingent was overmastering, insistent, dominant - and yet not tyranically exerted. It was study, steady, & sturdy, impressive. It must really have decided the judges against ourment. Vox populi, vox judicum.

The interval of the judge's withdrawal was filled with a reading or two, another song by by Mr. Meek, a guitar piece by Mr. Moore, a spendid drum duette by [underline] & finally a few selections by the University Hooligan Band. This last was the best of all, almost, though perhaps I may be accused of conceited partially in making this estimate Conductor Grant did wonders, playing a cornet himself while leading his men, Mr. Hughes played a very distinguished euphonium part Gen. Cox writhed in the coils of an imposing bass horn. It wound round him a couple of times and then shot up high behind his head. He was right on to the bass part - all-right, all-right Little Mr. Millar was a capital trombone, his nuances and runs, his quickness amounting almost to ferocity in attack, his staccato work being particularly noticeable. Mr. Horton's

performance on the alto horn was indeed creditable; everybody could hear the part, perhaps especially in blue-bell. The absence of Mr. Shore's big trombone was somewhat distinctly felt. If he had not flunked out, there would probably have been no cloud upon the general success. Although, it is true, bandmaster Grant fell down on the British Grenadiers, failing to extricate the piece all-together from the initial jumbles. If he had stuck to his cornet all might have been well, but no one can lead & play a calliope at the same time.

Some ignorant or ill-mannered people affected to treat the band as a joke. A knot of ill-favoured fellows even sang a ribald song at its expense, and made merry over it in their swagger, bragger, fashion. Only the Guelph men gave serious attention

[bold] To WilliE MARSHALL [bold]

There showed up at the Western in the fall of naughty three A youth diminutive in size and green as the bay-Erie[?] He said his name was Willie, but his mother called him Will Hi sweetheart called him Dearie and the boys just called him Bill But Willie, Dearie, Will or Bill, wat e'er his name might be He plainly showed he was the goods though little he might be.

For there were giants in those days, Joe Hamilton & Hughes My dainty Joe, I know you will this reference excuse For Willie was a studious boy and always came to school Prepared to translate Horace or scan it by the rule (Now that itself, it should be said, is something quite unique Unless you have a crib close by at which to take a peek) But Willie did it peacefully for one whole year or more And never brought a crib in sight of dear Professor's door.

That primal year I well recall, the dramatized of performance Of Romeo and Juliet, their troubles, loves and penance, And Willie was a gallant youth whose fan was ever busy A brushing flies from off the face of old nurse Busy [?]osy "Fan me good Peter" was her word and Peter fanned right-well That was his stunt in vaudeville as far as I can tell But really by his fanning he made himself a name That will exist when all his gifts scholastic, seem quite tame.

But Willie is a ladies' man we've wakened up to see it At passing compliments and such he does himself great credit Tis hard to see just where he's placed that heart of his for keeping Or who's the maid from out whose eyes sir Cupid's softly peeping But that it's so we "hae ma doots" for Willie's most engaging But who to get to tie the knot I fear will be perplexing For Cy and Maurice, Joe & Jim and even Heeb[?] begorry Will want to write, the final words of Willie's little story But as for me, I think that Joe will ask the questions funny Since in the Reverend Hamilton he'll get most for his money.

The Autocrat [underlined] of the Dinner [underlined] Table [underlined] In the open width of the banquet hall, Where students oft hold carnival! At the head of the festive board he sits, And ponders awhile to find his web. Great prince of beefdom! Where he reigns From Tamblyn's End to David's Planes The carve-blade as a sceptre waves, While at his [s]otalites thus he raves. "Bring me no dish-clothes her to eat, Away with hash, and slush, and peat. I herewith give my royal mandate & decree That every plate shall ten times polished be. Fling round the stuff! Come stir! stir! stir! Don't crowd the mourners! What! [?]ale again, sir?" Then yelling down the board he shouted strong, "What ho! avaunt! Why passed you not the pork along?" Alas - the hush of brooding slaves!

The monks are almost in their graves! 'Thou Boubon of the monastery; Thou Spider of a better day; Weak vassal tricked in royal doubts, Boy Kaiser with the lip in pouts; Base gambler for old Inellie's crown, Barnacle on his past renown! Speak Prince and Kaiser, Priest & Czar! If this be Love, Pray what is war?"

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[bold] EDITORIAL [bold]

With this the Fifth Number of In Cap and Gown. The editorial staff of 1903-04 retire from office. We take take this opporunity to thank both professors and students for their hearty co-operation with us in our efforts to make the magazine, as a Sophmore, a success. We have endeavoured to publish what would give to each an equal amount of pleasure and yet offend the sensibilities of none. We hope we have not given undue celebrity to anyone student and we would say to those who have not had the - honor of seeing their name or portrait adorn the pages of "In Cap and Gown" that it was not because we did not

consider that their names would add lustre to the reputation of the magazine but simply lack of space which compelled the omissions. As for the various members of the editorial staff, their extreme modesty prevented any particular references to themselves but they trust that as they say farewell they do not need any conspicuous eulogies to make their guardianship of "In Cap and Gown" a pleasant remembrances with the students of the Western University.

Henry M Shore [signature] David J Cornish [signature] Jessie R. Rowat [signature] Madge Dearness [signature] Claris Sagr [signature]