We're into the new year here. It's 13 January, 1964 and Dief the Chief comes to address a Poli. Sci. function in room 106 of the Paul Building.
The Chief and Olive arrive on campus to be greeted in the Ewing Building lobby. Think about it. At the time, the Ewing Building was THE modern building on the campus. Classrooms were here, in the old Young Building or the shacks in the parking lot behind and below the Young Building. That was it. On the other campus, the Clerihue and the S.U.B. were new and the Science building and the library under construction. The Campus Services building was yet to come. Mr. Saunders ran physical plant and, would you believe, there is now a Saunders Building. Everything else out there was army huts. Your author knows about the "temporary" accommodation behind the Young Building only too well; he laboured at Introductory Calculus (MATH120?) in 08:30 lectures in one of those miserable trailers. Our instructress did not help matters by reminding us time and again that she really was out of place teaching that course because she was not, in fact, a mathematician but a statistician. Chemistry was a better deal (CHEM120? Introductory Physical Chemistry, anyway). We had a lecture theatre in the Young Building for that.
Deifenbaker was first received at the Ewing Building, at the time a much better choice than the old Young Building. The Chief, it turned out, was nearly Deaf the Chief. Every time he was asked a question, he made this gesture with his left hand to his ear to indicate that he had not heard the question. Two and even three iterations of the question were sometimes not enough to get through and Diefenbaker would just go ahead and give an answer to a question that somebody might have asked.
Dief the Chief arrives at the Student Union nattily attired in Homburg and overcoat after being received at the Ewing Building on the other campus and speaking there. In the background stands the new library, still a naked structure and very much under construction. During this first year, we saw many a ready mix truck labouring through the mud behind that building. Just visible beyond the left edge of the library is the new science building.
Culture: it's easy to see in this photograph who the West Coasters are and who the foreigners from Ottawa and the Prairies are: just look at who thinks that the time of year automatically calls for an overcoat! Dief hasn't noticed that he's in Victoria, not Ottawa or North Battleford. Olive carries her fur overcoat. She has realized that here on the West Coast, one wears the same topcoat all year around and then only if there's rain.
Ahh! Look at that! There's the name of Mrs. Stark, Silvia Stark, under "ENQUIRIES". Do you remember the charming Mrs. Stark? She powered the S.U.B. office. She was the soul of the S.U.B. When the Radio Society held its hugely successful Playboy dance, Mrs. Stark was invited. She brought along her boyfriend. It was a costume dance. The boyfriend had found a gold lamé suit for the occasion and she and the boyfriend won first prize!
Dick Chudley was the noise in the S.U.B., wasn't he? He, Mrs. Stark and Alex Patterson were just the right personalities to run the S.U.B. Alex Patterson was the alert chief custodian who spoke delicious "Scottish".
Dief's limousine and the vehicles of his entourage await as the sun set over the Clerihue. " `HMCS Clerihue slowly sinking into the mud...' as some wit (Daniel O'Brien?) wrote when this photograph was published by the Martlet."