Day One: Towards Orillia via Sibbald’s Point, Ontario

Thursday, October 19, 2017: On the Road

To go from Northern Bruce Peninsula, where we live, to Orillia, where we will launch our Re-Tour (see is more straight-forward than most routes in southern Ontario. This is thanks to Georgian Bay, over which the voyaging crow would have to fly if he wanted to do it his way. The motorist must loop around the shore, and once on the other side Orillia is not far away.

Lake Simcoe, south of Orillia, which lies in the way of many routes across northern southern Ontario, does not need to interfere this time, but we made it do so. We sent around the south of the lake in order to visit Leacock’s grave.

Triumphs for the day: Everything fit in the car; weather was glorious, warm and sunny; traffic was tolerable except coming back through Bradford when we encountered Bradford’s rush hour — stop and go for a while; First Conversation of the Re-Tour with Peter Sibbald Brown, and what a good one!

Leacock is buried in the churchyard at Sibbald’s Point. The church is remarkable.

No time to write more. Orillia events begin soon. These posts will evolve. Or not, as the case may be.





Stephen Leacock Re-Tour Preview Divines Audience Tastes

Recapitulating, the Re-Tour Previews began October 5th in Owen Sound, dashed down to Lion’s Head on October 11th, then set off last Friday, October 13th, on a loop through southern Ontario, visiting Harriston, Fergus, Guelph (14th) and Burlington (15th). The expedition returned to base mid-day today. The entire loop was 475 kleacocks.

A reminder that a kleacock is one kilometer travelled in pursuit of Stephen Leacock.

In Burlington we received a most notable addition to our party: a bust of Stephen Leacock himself, rescued from an impending dumpster by Karen Blair of Storytelling Toronto many years ago and carefully nurtured until a suitable home could be found. She decided we were that home, and travelled all the way out on the GO train in order to pass him along. We therefore now have a physical representation of the man, so that when we collect his ghost, as we hope to do, from the graveyard on Thursday the 19th, he can remain as ectoplasmic, or not, as he chooses. Thank you Karen!

We presented two of our Talk-and-Tell events, called The Unsolved Riddle(s) of Stephen Leacock, in public libraries in Fergus and Guelph. We presented two of our A Field of Mariposies Concerts in Harriston, at the public library, and in Burlington at A Different Drummer Books. Our local partners were Wellington County Libraries (Harriston and Fergus), Guelph Public Library, the Burlington Storytelling Guild (thanks to Brenda Byers), and the bookstore.

We say it now, and will say it again, and again, and again: this Re-Tour would not have happened had we not received such enthusiastic response and support from our local partners. We are now prepared to claim, on the basis of Preview experience, that the audiences amply repaid their commitment. They were wonderful. They had a great time, and so did we.

We are ready for Leacock’s ghost when he joins us on Thursday, if he will, and can assure him a most gratifying time. We desire that people should remember him, not in some diminished way, but in his full breadth. It looks as if we are succeeding, so far at least.

Thursday the whole shebang begins. Please join us in Orillia on Friday and Saturday. We’ll be there, ready to add to your Knowledge, stimulate your Imagination, and arose your Compassion, just as Stephen Leacock would have wanted.

Stephen Leacock Re-Tour Preview Roars in Lion’s Head

by Paul Conway, Voyageur Storytelling
Thursday, October 12, 2017

For a tour that is all about long distance, this preview was a piece of cake. Twenty-five kleacocks each way from our home, a familiar hall attached to the Anglican Church with comfortable chairs for the audience, a room full of people we know: this was as easy as it is going to get.

A kleacock, by the way, is simply one kilometre travelled for the remembering of Stephen Leacock, the full remembering, not the fragmentary, diminished kind.
There’s a pleasant anecdote out of the University Club in Montréal, Leacock’s favourite watering (actually scotching), billiarding and conversing hole. Shortly before his death the Club board met to consider granting him an honorary life membership. Some board members were concerned about the precedent such a move would set. They were uncomfortable, both ways. Finally one member set their minds at rest. The concern about precedent must mean, he said, that they expected one day to see another Stephen Leacock. The Board then promptly and unanimously voted to make him an honorary life member.

When Stephen Leacock wrote about Lion’s Head, which he did once, he had trouble with the name, and only the vaguest idea of the location. It was “a little place called Something- Head”, somewhere out beyond Wiarton.

The lion’s head for which the place was named must indeed have roared mightily when it fell into Georgian Bay, one hundred or so years ago, but has been quiet since then. The audience at our preview last night did however roar most heart-warmingly, with laughter of course, because the stories were by Stephen Leacock.

We performed our “A Field of Mariposies” concert, straight through, with a minimum of chat. We made it with only a few pauses to acknowledge our aging memories, only one of them severe. The willingness of well-known bits of text to vanish as if off the face of the earth (a Leacock phrase) at the crucial moment is a new phenomenon for us, not a welcome one. But I suppose we must expect new phenomena of this kind, at our age.
It turned out that Stephen Leacock was just the right shade for many in this audience, those who had earlier that day attended the funeral of the rector-pastor of the Anglican-Lutheran parish, killed by a careless motorist while riding his motorcycle along the Ferndale flats. A sad day, relieved by laughter.

The two longest, laughingest stories in this performance came from Nonsense Novels, the second of Leacock’s humorous collections, published in 1911 when he was forty-two. In the Preface he expressed the hope that for his readers “this little book may bring some passing amusement in hours of idleness, or some brief respite when the sadness of the heart or the sufferings of the body forbid the perusal of worthier things.” For these listeners, it seems it did.

A Ghostly Presence Presents: Stephen Leacock to Re-Appear in Western Canada

In November and December of 1936 Stephen Leacock appeared in the flesh in western Canada for the first time. From Port Arthur and Fort William (now Thunder Bay) to Victoria and seven cities in between he regaled audiences with his humour and challenged their thinking with his ideas. People expected a humorist, and got one. They may or may not have expected a teacher and a pundit.

In October and November of 2017 Leslie Robbins-Conway and Paul Conway, who are Voyageur Storytelling of Northern Bruce Peninsula, Ontario, will represent him in presentations of his wit and ideas along the same route. They do not pretend to impersonate Stephen Leacock, only to represent him, by performing his works and talking about his ideas.

Stephen Leacock died in 1944. His presence on this “Re-Tour” will be in the spirit, as what he called a phantasm, phanogram, phanogrammatical manifestation, psycho-phantasmal phenomenon, or perhaps even a phantoid.

He himself was sceptical of all suggestions of an etherial existence in any real sense. Re-Tour audiences need not be. Stephen Leacock’s spirit remains fully vibrant among us through his fifty-three books, most of which can be found on-line, and through dedicated performers such as Leslie and Paul.

The Re-Tour will launch from Orillia on October 20th-21st, and proceed to Thunder Bay, Sioux Lookout, Winnipeg, Regina, Saskatoon, Edmonton, Calgary, Medicine Hat, Vancouver, and Victoria, ending back in Vancouver on November 28th. The weather in northern Ontario, the prairies, and the mountains will, of course, be glorious and snow-free at that time of year, at least some of the time. Leslie and Paul are old hands, however, and know the country.

Looking across the range of their different events, the Stephen Leacock they present will be the full one, a man of humour, as is well known, but also a man of ideas and opinions, some still relevant, some not. Times change and ideas evolve, like the living organisms they are. He himself evolved in his exceptionally energetic lifetime, from a teacher of modern languages, to a political economist, to a social-political economist, to a primitive articulation of the need for enviromental-social-political economics, a scope highly relevant to our times. His role in the progression of these ideas may be largely forgotten, but it was real.

He never pulled them all together with a catchy label. He was not that kind of thinker. He came close in 1919 when, in the shadow of World War I and its aftermath, he wrote a book called The Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice. In the “thinker” parts of their Re-Tour, Leslie and Paul, with the help of their participants, will develop the idea of a “General Theory of Unsolved Riddles”. He laid the foundations, but the edifice remains unbuilt.

In the “laughter” parts they will perform his works and tell his stories, the cream of them, the ones that ensure that however narrow his memory may become, it will never entirely die away. When at his best, he reigns supreme. Leslie and Paul have a style in performing his humorous works, which is to set them to music and perform them together, along with more conventional storytelling. Their performances are thus highly diverse.

You can find details on their web site,

Stephen Leacock Re-Tour Strikes Owen Sound

by Paul Conway, Voyageur Storytelling
Friday, October 6th, 2017
Stephen Leacock’s narrators are frequently being struck. “It struck me with a thrill of indescribable terror that Annerly had seen Q.” “Then it suddenly struck me that of the figures on the street, all had looked alike.” Not to mention more physical kinds of striking, as by sausages, bananas, lightning, etc.
If the audiences at our two events in Owen Sound yesterday were struck by anything except the brilliance and funny of the man, they gave no evidence. They laughed and clapped and joined in the singing and generally carried on in a most gratifying way. We were struck again, as we often have been, by what extraordinarily nice people come to our performances.
Not that everything went entirely smoothly. We were putting on a pair of firsts, both designed for our impending (a Leacock word) Re-Tour of western Canada. The whole idea began when we were struck by the coincidence (as Leacock’s characters often are) that 2017 is exactly the 81st anniversary of Stephen Leacock’s only visit to western Canada. He had reached the age of 67 in a long and brilliant speaking career without venturing west of the Lakehead.
The fact that this year also celebrates the 150th anniversary of Confederation, not to mention the 147th of Manitoba’s entry thereinto, the 146th of British Columbia’s, and the 112th of Saskatchewan’s and Alberta’s, made for a whole series of numerological coincidences, too striking to ignore.
In the afternoon we held a “Talk-and-Tell” where we unrolled for the first time our hypothesis about Stephen Leacock’s General Theory of Unsolved Riddles. It permeates his writing from his 1903 Ph.D. thesis on The Doctrine of Laissez-Faire, which launched his career as a political economist, through several striking books both academic and humorous, until it leaped into full view in The Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice in 1920. Our participants seemed struck by the ingenuity and plausibility of the hypothesis.
Then in the evening we performed, for the first time, our new storytelling concert, called “A Field of Mariposies”. A “mariposie”, in our vernacular, is a story (or song, or poem) by or about Stephen Leacock.
Leslie and I were not, if the truth be told, quite as polished as we like to be, and as we trust we will be when the Re-Tour actually launches on October 20th, in Orillia. But that didn’t seem to matter to this audience, many of them familiar with our work. “We love it,” said one to Leslie afterwards, “when you two make mistakes.” How striking is that?
We did not expect to find Leacock’s ghost hovering about on this occasion, because as far as we know he never came to Owen Sound—never came closer than Meaford, in May of 1917, on behalf of Belgian Relief.
His spirit was there, however, in the generosity and laughter of the audience, and the quite respectable collection of his books in the Owen Sound and North Grey Union Public Library, all arranged in display by the staff in the entrance-way to the hall.
We were struck by the reality that Stephen Leacock may be largely forgotten in some circles, but not there, not last night.

The Stephen Leacock Re-Tour 2017: Press Release #1

Issued during the week of September 11, 2017

Stephen Leacock’s Western Re-Tour Will Launch in Orillia

On Friday, October 20th Stephen Leacock’s “My Discovery of the West” Re-Tour will arrive in Orillia for two days of storytelling, conversation, and celebration. This event launches a much larger tour of a dozen places across western Canada until it closes with a flourish in Vancouver six weeks later.

The Re-Tour will re-trace the route of Leacock’s 1936 speaking tour, visiting Thunder Bay, Winnipeg, Regina, Saskatoon, Edmonton, Calgary, Medicine Hat, Banff, Vancouver, and Victoria, before returning to Vancouver for the finale. The organizers are adding brief stops in Sioux Lookout and Nanaimo, in response to local interest.

The team for this unique literary adventure will consist of Stephen Leacock (1869-1944) himself, present in the spirit and through his works and ideas, accompanied by Leslie Robbins-Conway and Paul Conway, who are Voyageur Storytelling of Northern Bruce Peninsula, [Ontario].

In 1936 Stephen Leacock was making his first visit to western Canada. Afterward he wrote My Discovery of the West, which won the Governor-General’s award for non-fiction in 1937. For Leslie and Paul the Re-Tour will be a Re-Discovery, as they have travelled the region and visited all these places, some many times. Indeed, Paul lived in and worked across the region for twenty-eight years.

Stephen Leacock carried messages based on a hard-working lifetime of research, thinking, writing, public speaking and teaching. He also made people laugh. He complained that sometimes the laughter got in the way of the messages.

Some of those messages are now out of date, some resoundingly so. But the core of them retain their interest and usefulness today, especially as the turmoil of our time seems to gather strength, approaching that of his time. He viewed human affairs as an constantly shifting tangle of “Unsolved Riddles” through which we grope our way towards Social Justice and our individual dreams, which is the purpose of life. He presents this theory in an astonishing diversity of forms and approaches, a perpetual tour de force of literary and instructive ingenuity and wit.

Leslie and Paul’s messages are his, along with stories by and about him. They have unique ways of re-introducing audiences to this most diverse and fascinating man. In their concerts they tell some of the stories in straight-forward ways, as Leacock himself did and others have done, some they enact, and some they sing.

For the Unsolved Riddles they have invented a new form they call “Talk-and-Tell” where they will use the stories and his ideas to stimulate creative conversations for our time, confederations of entertainment and ideas well adapted Canada’s 150th.

You will find details of the Re-Tour at

For further information or interviews contact Voyageur Storytelling

Confederation-Becomes-Official Day Thoughts of Stephen Leacock

We can safely assume that Stephen Leacock would have been happy to celebrate July 1 2017, although it is not certain what he would have called it. He might have approved the Conundropian choice of name and approach, or he might not. He was a man of Unsolved Riddles. He himself might have been prepared to solve this one; we cannot, because he is not here to give us the answer.

I think we can assume he would have approved most of what the country has become in the 73 years since his death, some aspects perhaps more whole-heartedly than others. We cannot assume that he would have held the same opinions that he did away back when. He may have have entertained some wistful regret for some of the changes, but his views concerning the country were both romantic and realistic. He formed his opinions as best he could according to the realities and hopes of his time, which is not our time. He might well have re-invented himself as he went along if he had lived to be 147.

For example, he was a romantic about being British, and about Canada being a country of British and French collaboration, and about the potential of massive immigration (100,000,000 people!) in the future along the same lines as the past. He viewed Canada as a prosperous sanctuary for the surplus population of Great Britain, as it had been in the 19th Century and the first half of the 20th. The second half of the 20th revealed that Great Britain had no such surplus, and that the refugees of the world would come from elsewhere, including those parts of the former British Empire that he would have preferred to exclude.

He would have rejoiced if a British-French two-pillared Canada had further evolved as it did evolve during his lifetime. We can only guess what he would have thought of the multicultured four-pillared Canada that has evolved and is evolving since, but by looking at the essence of his thought we can make that guess a shrewd one.

I think he would have easily accepted as a practical economic necessity the emergence of immigration from the Caribbean, India, Pakistan, and other parts of the old Empire. He was an Empire tribalist, and once the need had been established, Empire immigration would certainly have seemed better than none. He might have jibbed at the ensuing social changes, including official multiculturalism, but he would not have been alone in that, even today. I think he would have got over it. I wish everybody else would too. It’s long past time.

He would have accepted further waves of immigration, of whatever kind, because he would have seen the economic benefit, which he would have tied to the continued search for social justice. He believed that a decent level of material prosperity and equality of opportunity were necessary to social justice by any modern standard, and if we believe he was wrong about that we must prove it by finding any part of our world where that is not so.

His ideas about economic development, although romantic, were not fossilized. In 1936 he concluded an article about industrial development of the North by saying: “We, speaking collectively, have for the present at least made a mess of the rest of the world. Our contriving wits and calculating selfishness ha[ve] somehow cheated us of what seemed our inheritance. Man struggles in the grasp of his own machinery. … For the North let us make it different. Let us see to it that in the new trust of the future of the North we make fewer errors than in the old.” These are not the thoughts of a mindless economic booster.

He would have had acid things to say about some side-effects of the opening of wider economic and professional opportunities for women. He might well have accepted that women should have those opportunities if they wanted them. Although he preached otherwise in his writing, even sometimes rudely, there is no sign that he ever acted otherwise in his classroom. He would not have seen any social justice in large numbers of women being effectively forced to choose between wage-labour and child-raising. He viewed maternal child-raising as valuable both economically and in the pursuit of social justice, as part of equality of opportunity.

I must admit that I am having trouble imagining what he would have thought about the search for a reconciled accommodation with indigenous people. That is a quest of such complexity, both historically and under contemporary conditions, and such a challenge to our habitual ways of thinking, that any effort to project his ideas there becomes purely speculative. We know that he craved social justice, and that he believed economic progress of some humane kind was necessary to it. We know that he believed fervently in equality of opportunity, and in education as a principal means. We know that he believed in the role of governments as balancing agents and regulators, that private enterprise and initiative, however vital and necessary, are not sufficient. We know that he valued Knowledge, Imagination, and Compassion in the pursuit of progress, and that Conversation, Negotiation and Accommodation are the tools. We also know that he held some of the prejudices of his time, and did not live long enough to see them challenged as they are nowadays.

In other words, what he might thought here is an Unsolved Riddle. Fortunately we have no need to solve it. We have an acute need to solve that Riddle as we ourselves are concerned.

We have Confederation, and have had for 150 years. It has proved durable. We are going to need more of it, and differently, before the next big celebration in 2067.