JANUARY 1955 THE CHRISTMAS DINNER AND FESTIVAL ...

__-9-"the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And all he asks is a windy day with the white clouds flying,And the flung spray and the brown spume, and the sea gulls crying."CYRIL TRAVERSA personal recollection, by Lewis MilliganCyril John Travers was one of the artist members of the Club, and myacquaintance with him was mostly casual at the lunch table and the monthly dinners.Being an Englishman, like myself, he was naturally a modest man - on the surface- and we felt at home with each .other. I knew little or nothing about his workas an artist and teacher, and the only subjects on which he would talk with anydisplay of enthusiasm were the game of soccer and Bach's music. Our love forthe former was mutual, but the latter was not so much so. I learned of his lovefor Bach on a visit to his home where he showed me a fine collection of Bachrecords. I found later that he was an artist and craftsman in lapidary work, havingset up an efficient workshop in the basement of his hcme where, as a hobby,he cut and polished rare stones and engraved silver jewelry. Members will recallthe interesting illustrated talk he gave to the Club on this subject.Travers died suddenly in his sleep at the age of 68. He was for manyyears teacher of art at Danforth Technical School, and latterly the head of thatdepartment, retiring in June, 1953. I was surprised to learn from a letter inThe Telegram that Travers in his early years was a sailor, and as that letter, by* Roy S. Foley, is an excellent tribute to the character and versatility of ourlate fellow member, I quote it here:"Cyril J. Travers, until retirement 1! years ago teacher of art at DanforthTechnical School, died suddenly as he had lived, quietly and serenely, Hewas a truly great man. Like the Conrads and Masefields, in his youth heenjoyed an enriching experience at sea on sailing ships. Then he foundhis vocation in art, especially in design and stained glass and achievedgreatly. In the school library, study his memorial tribute in stainedglass to the men and women who fought and died in the last Great War.In retirement he continued his role of student and teacher, craftsmanand artist. A man of rare parts. Hail and farewell, my friend and onetime associate."GEORGE THOMASPEPALLAs this Letter goes to press we regret to learn of the death of anotherold friend, George T. Pepall, who passed away at his home, 43 Dunvegan Road, Torontoon January 4th. The funeral service was held in Grace Church-on-the-Hill onJanuary 6th. We shall have a tribute to Mr. Pepall's memory in our next issue.I'JoaI