"When autumn returns, and the trees are all bare, Our blue tunics are off to the field; No team in excitement with ours can compare, As our hockey-sticks wildly we wield. For hockey's the game to play When autumn has come to stay, And this is the reason we love the cold season, For hockey's the game to play. "Hurrah for goalkeepers, for forwards and halves! Hurrah for the clash of the sticks! Hurrah for the rapture of scoring a goal! (Who minds a few bruises or kicks?) For hockey's the game to play, When autumn has come to stay, And this is the reason we love the cold season, For hockey's the game to play. "But a team that is set upon scoring its goal, And winning a vict'ry or two, Must see that its field it should carefully roll, And that's what we're hoping to do! Oh! hockey's the game to play, When autumn has come to stay, Yes, this is the reason we love the cold season, When hockey's the game we play! "Hurrah for Form trophies! Hurrah for our badge! We'll make it an annual rule To hold a 'Sports' Concert,' to wish all success To the team of the Seaton High School! Oh! hockey's the game to play, And at Seaton we know the way! Yes, this is the reason we love the cold season, When hockey's the game we play!" Winona's words would certainly not have passed muster as a literary composition, but their extreme appropriateness to the occasion, combined with the action of the hockey-sticks, completely brought down the house. The applause was thunderous, and the last verse was encored twice over. Undoubtedly it was the hit of the afternoon. For the second part of the performance the Dramatic Society gave an amusing little play, and the concert wound up with a lusty rendering of certain patriotic songs.