A verse reflection on Syd’s visit by one of the attendees:
There are strange things done ‘neath the midnight sun
By the men who search for bees
The bumblebees in the northern breeze
Bring an entomologist to his knees
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
but the queerest they ever did see
Was that night in Metchosin, for all of those in
Council Chambers, for Syd’s talk, brilliantly.