Commem October 1915 – Christmas 1915

On Friday morning, October 1st, at Prayers Miss Douglas gave out the following notice: “I’m glad to say that we may expect about fifty soldiers from the Infirmary and Red Cross Hospital to tea to-morrow, and the whole School is invited to the entertainment afterwards.” (This then, was how we were to spend Commem. this year!) “Will the Houses prepare for the Party as follows:

School House will lay the tables in the School House dining room, clear away and wash up afterwards.

St. Margaret’s will decorate the tables.

New Forest will decorate the Hall and cut up bread and butter.

Fawcett House will arrange where the boarders sit in the gallery.

Nelson will cut up the cakes.

The Senior girls of Sarum House will be stewards in the Hall.”

All this was excellently carried through.

About 3.45 when all was ready our guests began to arrive, and were all at tea by 4 o’clock. Most of them were from the Dardanelles, and had much to tell us of their experiences. They were full of thankfulness that it fell to their lot to be sent to England.

The Entertainment began about 4.45, and who would have thought that Commem. 1915 would be a smoking concert! However, Mrs. Elizabeth Godolphin looked down as complacently as ever, and we may be sure gave her blessing on our small effort to bring cheer and relaxation to our brave soldiers.

After lively strains from the Orchestra-songs sung by Mrs. Leys, a choir of girls, and choruses sung by us all, we had The National anthem, our Commem. hymn, “Now thank we all our God,” and cheers for all our gallant fighters. On this occasion the loudest cheer was for the Army.

Just to remind us of a former Commem. the light went out, and the Orchestra finished its performance by the aid of candles held by girls, which possibly added to the amusement of the men, though it was inconsiderate of the light to choose that day!

We enjoyed our Commem., and while spending it in this unique way our thoughts continually went out to all of you Old Girls in your work, and to those of you who are sad.

MILDRED P. WESTLAKE.

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