Does everybody remember the incident of the substituted tape in Mr. Woolends' class? Rick was going to make a presentation for the class of E. Power Biggs' organ music using a reel to reel tape recorder (was there any other kind?).
The recorder was set up and the tape cued well ahead of class time so that it was ready for the presentation.
The class assembled, Rick introduced the tape and then started the machine. Now music blared out alright but it was not the refined and civilized strains of E. Power Biggs on the organ but rock and roll!
Some wag, it could not possibly have been Terry Peace, had secretly substituted reels.
Them whar the days!
Nth hand information said that Terry had done a degree in pure math.
Norman Abbott was at the reunion and played an electronic piano, furnished by Bob Hall, but Rick did not seem to be there. Can anyone inform us about what Rick did after university?
(Information from Cheryl Borris at 010328: Rick is a Tax Exemption Specialist for the B.C. Ministry of Revenue.)
Speaking of Mr. Woolends raises another memory. John Nightingale was a nerd but at least a gallant nerd. Woolends' room was in the old building on the second floor to the left of the head of the east stairs. The desks in the old building had hinged lids which allowed us to place our binders inside the desk while using the top of the desk as a writing surface.
Entering the room one day the gallant John espied a lady in distress. She was at a nearby desk. She was wrestling with the lid. She could not raise it because some smart guy had stuck it down somehow. She made repeated dainty efforts to lift the lid but it would not open. Others were putting away books into their desks. John put down his books, went over to the lady's desk and gave a tug with one hand. The desk lid did not yield to a one handed pull. Woolends was in the room at the front and began to say something but John paid no heed, he was on a mission. Two hands and a mighty heave opend the lid. There was a terrible splintering sound!
With the lid finally open, it became clear why it had resisted so strongly. A large brass wood screw was protruding vertically from the rear lip of the desk. It was now surrounded by a collar of wood shards ripped from the lid as Sir John had heaved it open.
We learned that the custodians had gone around and put a screw into each lid to prevent us from using the interiors. Presumably it was another Chas edict. The desks in the room that were being opened that afternoon were those which had already received the John treatment earlier in the day by others.
