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SPECULUM 73 MEDLLY'S '57 Dear S. & M.'s, Six weeks to go and the producers had no show, but plenty <strong>of</strong> Piles. However, some solid thinking by members <strong>of</strong> the cast and the producers resulted in a stack <strong>of</strong> scripts and songs which were torn apart, censored, re-written and finally put together as the '57 'Medleys revue: "Piles <strong>of</strong> Fun". This year's final curtain was also a farewell performance for one <strong>of</strong> the greatest stalwarts <strong>of</strong> Med. revues, Ken Shankly, our stage manager. We would like to sincerely thank Ken for his inestimable help both in producing the show and managing it on stage, not only for '57 but the many years before. We're sure gonna miss you, Ken! While we are on the topic <strong>of</strong> thanks, we would like to extend it to the host <strong>of</strong> helpers which made Piles <strong>of</strong> Fun a success; especially Strahan Sutherland, to whom we owe the hall decor and stage scenery. Also thanks to the Union <strong>of</strong>fice, Nina Harrison and Margot Featherston for typing the scripts and songs. One thing the show couldn't do without is the "orchestra", which was again ably led by Dr. Trethewie. (Thanks, Treth.) As usual, the producers made mistakes, but this time due to the keenness and expert acting ability <strong>of</strong> the cast few were noticed. We must apologise to the audience for our main gremlin—hearing that which is said—but just bear with us fellas and at the '58 show you might be able to understand all the dialogue. Live and learn is a good policy with Medleys, provided that the learning doesn't interfere too much with the living. So here's to Med. Medley's '58 (title to be revealed later in the year—yes, we've got one). May it be brighter, bigger and better than ever. Yours sincerely, ERIC COOPER. Opening Song: Sit Down For Piles Of Fun Tune: "Sit Down, You're Rockin' the Boat" As I stepped out upon the stage this evening I saw no one to act or sing a song, Then from that thing A voice in anguish holler'd, We've come from space to send the show along. Then the people they all stepped out, stepped out to start the show, Yes, the people they all stepped out, and shouted, "Man, let's go," For we've come to do some acting, To sing some songs and quip some puns, Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, and you'll have piles <strong>of</strong> fun. As I sat down not believing what had happened, I thought in time my seeing would be right, But then I sensed Something queer right behind me, And a voice cried out, "My Dear, Tonight's the Night." Yes, tonight's our night <strong>of</strong> fun, let's really go to town, Yes, tonight our race we'll run and let our hair right down, And we hope you will agree that There's laughs galore for everyone, Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down for piles <strong>of</strong> fun. Sit down for piles <strong>of</strong> fun, (Repeat) SIT DOWN FOR PILES OF FUN.