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Lane, to marry Mr. Collins, play- ed bv Hal !Dempster. Elizabeth, however, refuses Mr. Collins and would prefer to marry Mr. Darcy. Lady Crutherine De Burgh played 1by [.dnda Hale, sympa- thires with Elizabeth. To see what happened read the play.
Our staff ·adviser for these p~ays Wlas Miss D. Gordon and the members of the club wish to thank her for her help in making our dub a success.
The sta~ scenery was con- struCited 'bv !Don Dean .rund Geo. Christie, who have done a re- markaJble job with the stage to make our play-s look better to you. The members of the club wish to •thank you, Don and George, for a good job well done.
The members also wish to thank Alice Mcivor and her sis- ter Jeam' for the fine job of w~ke-up on the persons in tho.s~> p l a y s , a l s o H e l e n M u n r o for (if you will pardon the ex- pres&lon) prompting.
The director Hal Dempster and rthe assistrunlt director Aud- "ev Richardson wish to say to the members of the club, to Miss Gordon and the other meiiilbers
of the staff who have helped, as well as to aU who have at- tended ·our pliays.-thank you sincerely f\or making our job e,asier. To lthooe who have not nad part.s iJnl plays this year, thanks for your support, don't be discoume;ed, you will get your chance next y.ear.
The director wishes to say rut this time, " Thank you, Audrey, for being so dependable and working so hard to better our clUib. You h3!Ve aided me grealtly a1nd may ~ou be able to find :as good an assistant next year as you hav·e been this year, I am sure you will. To the rest of the Club I wish to say keep up the good work. Make the Club grow and please all work together to make a big.ger and better CDCI Drama Club."
With this thought in mind we close
''All •the world's a stage,
And all the men' and women
merely 10layers:
They have their exits and their
enltrance.s ;
And one man in his time plays
·many parts."
The wild surf breaks on •the rug- ged shore
A:nd dashe.s up the golden beach.
It wails a lonely song and wild,
Ali the waves roll in from the sea.
The white gulls haunt the rug- .ged rocks,
And scream and cry their lonely lot;
Pale hauntiJng wraiths of a lone- ly shore,
As ·they run on 'the sandy beaJCh. The horizon iS wrapped in gray
mist clouds,
And the schools of fish make
the wa1ter bla·ck.
The sea-birds e·all from rocks
,and sky;
Their call iS lonle from a lonely shore.
-Rosemary Ruppert.
C. D. G. I. GILEANER
1!1
FORGOTTEN SHORE