that in New Zealand the interests of labour
were so well safeguarded that the country is called "the
working-man's paradise" (loud cheers), while the women there had
votes. At this an unparalleled uproar broke out. Cheers and
hisses were commingled in one tremendous cataclysm of sound.
Certainly we heard shouts of "Bravo" countered by shrieks of
"Shame." The lecturer seemed dazed by the dreadful din.

A report of the "Servants' Concert" (28th July, 1913) is in rollicking
vein:

Success was in the air from the very start. The crush at the
doors was like Twickenham on the day of the England v. Scotland
match--we had almost said the Crystal Palace on Cup Final Day. It
is evident that there is a tremendous amount of talent for the
stage and the music-halls in the school. To hear Gill give the
tragic history of "Tommy's Little Tube of Seccotine," or the duet
on the touching story of "Two Little Sausages," by Savage and
Livock, would have brought tears to the eyes of a prison warder.
Then there were F. W. Gilligan to relate his horticultural, and
brother A. E. R. his zoological reminiscences--works of great
value to scientists and others. To hear Killick dilate upon the
dangers of the new disease, the "Epidemic Rag" (which seems to be
quite as catching as the mumps), Gill upon the risks of the
piscatorial art, or Savage upon an original Polynesian theme,
"Zulu Lulu," was to feel like Keats's watcher of the skies, "when
a new planet swims into his ken." For the admirer of Spanish
customs there was A. E. J. Inglis (O.A.) to sing, as only he can,
the Toreador's song; while for the Cockney there was Killick to
give, in his own inimitable fashion, that really touching little
ballad "My Old Dutch," Ould Oireland being well catered for by
Livock in "A Little Irish Girl." The pianoforte solos by Nalder,
Jacob and Shirley were all excellent and thoroughly well
appreciated, as was our old friend, "Let's have a Peal," by the
First XI.

And now for the "star" performance of the evening. Positively for
one night only, the Dulwich College Dramatic Society were down to
give us W. G. O. Gill's one-act farce, "The Lottery Ticket." This
fairly brought down the house. It went "with a bang," as actors
say, from the very start. The great point about it was that all