Our St. Andrew's Society used to hold a Halloween party, complete with bonfire, at the century farm of our President. One of our pipers would always turn up and play when one of resident Burnsians would recite "Tam O'Shanter":

There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast;
A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large,
To gie them music was his charge:
He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl,
Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. -


T.