The banquet was stuffingly delicious, the histrionics were funny to the serious and hilarious to those in the mood, the dance was long, loud and swell, the company brilliant, comely and congenial in the Dunster manner. Although the less progressive Dunsterites had feared that the mixture of Christmas party (heretofore utterly a stag affair) and dance might not set too well even the most misogynistic were forced to admit that Henry Dunster's House had a roaring fine party Wednesday night.
After the customary prelude of turkey and its companion delicacies the assembled company of Dunster bucks and their eminently presentable companions of the gentler sex settled back to enjoy the antics of Gale Noyes and his operatic troupe. The curtain raiser was a modern opera concerned entirely with the touching theme of a house on fire: Walter Birge '35 intoned magnificently as the diva reaching new highs of operatic tonsil abuse. Donald Gleason '35 joined in most capably as Miss Birge's singing spouse and Larry Nichols '35 cut an imposing figure as the rescuing fireman. The main aria "I Smell Smoke" was enthusiastically received.
The entre-acte was filled by the highly amusing machinations of Vincent Palmer and his marionettes who stage the new famous fight between Gale Noyes and Charles Apted, the noted slenth. Mr. Apted's famed perceptiveness failed him upon this occasion and when Gale called his attention to his shoe-laces the Colonial bit and received the blow that counted.
The second and final opera of the evening was entitled "Cynthia's Strategy," and a wise girl indeed was Cynthia for she saw the loophole in her father's objections to her much-desired Stanley and triumphed in good fashion.
Again the spotlight was accorded to Birge and his highly amusing sates. The supporting cast of David School maker '36, Gordon Robertson '38, and Larry Nichols '35, must have satisfied even the critical impresario and director in chief, Gale Noyes.
The very modern rhythms of Jimmy Lunceford and his Cotton Club since patens drew a large crowd to the dance which was a jelly affair indeed.
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