W-MCP2-3b.064 TO [REV.] CALVIN MCQUESTEN from Jack Rioch
Mar 24 1895
To: Mr. Calvin McQuesten 156 Cumberland St. Toronto, Ontario
From: 225 Maria St., Hamilton, Ontario
I received your letter of some time ago, was glad to hear from you and enjoyed reading said epistle very much; but, as Lou knows it generally takes me a good while to answer one. He, by the way, seems to have kept right on sleeping ever since that eventful Sunday afternoon following the Conversa'1 for I have been deluding myself for the last month with the hope of hearing from him. However, I suppose that a fellow in love could hardly be expected to think of such earthly matters as writing to "just a boy."
But, look here Mac you can't stuff this chicken with any such guff as that. You two white-haired angels of light go to Sunday School. I know of course that you are in Toronto the Good but "G.C.'s Ghost" Mac you don't mean to say that two full fledged Freshies are attending the infant class in a S.S. They must have the scholars well classified in that school. Yet the whole thing seems incredible but I suppose wonders will never cease and so probably the next thing in order will be that you & Lou are trying to raise a mustache between you. If you should be trying any such feat by way of keeping up the dignity of that infant class, 'member the good old exhortation, "if at first etc.--" and the likewise encouraging fact that "while there's life there's hope."
I was glad to receive an account of the trouble down at Varsity from "official sources." It was very interesting and gave us a much better idea of things than we could get from the papers. I hope you did not think from my letter to Lou that the fellows here had any sympathy for Loudon and part he played. Not knowing the circumstances of course it did seem queer for Prof. [illegible] to write to the Globe as he did but having heard from you before that he was a good Prof. the fellows who expect to be going down in a yr. or so were hoping he would be reinstated. We rather admired the way in which the fellows stood out for Dale and the backing giving to Tucker who by the way must have a good big share of the right kind of stuff in him. But say old sport, what do you mean by this eh? "Of course it sounds very plausible for an unprejudiced and ignorant outsider to look very wise and say that the students are prejudiced etc.--." Do you mean to insinuate "(Mr. Leckie)"! Have you got your life insured? You had better prepare for a scrap as soon as you reach here.
Things are running about as lively as usual around the old school (which has had its government grant taken away from it again), the Lyceum is flourishing and "Smiling Billy" favours us with his presence occasionally. We are going to have an open meeting on the 5th of April and I see that you are coming home in a couple of weeks, you ought to try and get here in time to be at it. It would seem like old times again to have you & Lou there. We intend to publish the Vox again this year. Mr. Turner has been appointed Business Manager and we are beginning to get things into shape, but it not likely that it will appear before the middle of May.
By the way we have revised the Constitution again. This time we did it up in style and intend to have it printed. I have seen some pretty tall scrapping up at the old Lyceum when the fellows get heated up but never experienced anything like the time we had on the Constitution Committee.
Jim Vincent, DeWitt, Cowan, a new fellow in the First C, named McConachie and myself made up the committee. The first 2 or 3 meetings went off all right and we all enjoyed them very much, but when we came to the Article on Finance the scrap began with DeWitt and McConachie as the opposition.
You remember that with regard to the picture of the Committee we were on, the Lyceum was not consulted, well DeWitt thought there ought to be such a clause in the Constitution as would prevent any committee from doing anything of the kind without consulting the Lyceum, suggesting all kinds of crazy clauses to secure the desired effect.
The result was that for two nights and about an hour one morning we fought like Old Nick. Say! the compliments used to fly about the air as thick as sand-flies on the beach. However when it was all over no ill-feeling existed between any of us and so no harm came of it.
But now, Dear Old Sport, though I have said little or nothing I must close so hoping to see you both very soon, I say good-bye for the present.
Your Sincere friend
(P.S.) Jim Vincent, Cowan Bob Mullin and the rest of the boys wish to be remembered to you and the rest of the fellows at Varsity.
(P.S. No. 2) That 1c. clay pipe I won on the old bet will be in order at any time.
1 A Conversazione is a social gathering for conversation about art, literature, science, etc.