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"I wish for Germany's victory." (Pierre Laval,
"The hour of liberation for France is the hour when Germany wins the war." (Pierre Laval,
With the arrival in New Zealand of M. Antoine de la Tribouille and his recognition by the New Zealand Government as Delegate of Fighting France, a strange situation has arisen. "The functions that M. de la Tribouille will exercise as Delegate in. New Zealand will include the issue of passports and visas and other administrative and legal formalities concerning Frenchmen who adhere to Fighting France," said the Rt. Hon. P. Fraser, Prime Minister of New Zealand. "The New Zealand Government will continue in the future as in the past to treat only with the French National Committee in regard to matters in which the collaboration of Fighting France is involved or required, in particular concerning those Frenchmen and French possessions and territories
These diplomatic
It seemed a clinging to the tattered shreds of outmoded diplomacy for an Allied state to maintain any relations with the Vichy Government which is illegal and unconstitutional anyway, A young nation like ours, less tangled in protocol and precedent than older states, should have been the First instead of the last of the British Dominions to break with Vichy. Cannot the present Government yet recall that it was a People's Government and act decisively in favour of an Ally on the anti-fascist front? Has it forgotten that once its representative at Geneva proudly Opposed recognition of Italian rule in Abyssinia (
Obviously the whole effort of the United Nations at Present must be to encompass the military defeat of fascism. It is therefore a betrayal of the Fighting French, their National Committee and its leader, General de Gaulle, to treat in any way with Laval and his shady crew, the Cabinet which has declared the Fighting French traitors and sentenced their leaders, if caught, to death, and the ranks to loss of citizenship.
"Vichy is not France," said Mr. Fraser. "We do not look upon Vichy as representing France. We look upon Vichy as representing bankruptcy of what was France." There is the principle: on which to act.
This is not the place to go into legal expositions: anyone who has studied the question knows, and others will just have to take my word for it, that the Vichy Government is illegal, and that General de Gaulle's Comité National is the body leading, as the General himself says, "those good Frenchmen who persist in applying the laws of the Republic, who light even unto death against the totalitarian power, and set it as their high duty to deliver the enslaved peoples and once again to give them sovereignty.
"It would be intolerable that the so-called realism which from Munich to Munich has led liberty right to the edge of the abyss, should continue to delude the earnest, and to betray the spirit of sacrifice. How persuade the people that all our future is in victory, dishonour is in capitulation, and that the path of duty is the way to glory, if by mischance our very Allies accept the neutralisation of France, as dictated by Hitler to Vichy, and recognise for the purpose of negotiations of things of interest my country, only the traitors who oppress the people and take their orders from the enemy?"
We have to believe in General de Gaulle if we are to believe that France is capable of resurrection. Else what has happened to the country that once illumined Europe and America with the spirit of revolution and anti-oppression and the ideals of freedom and equality? Therefore why cannot the Allies—and why cannot New Zealand lead the Allies hare—recognise the Committee of General de Gaulle as a Government de factor-After all, Franco's government was so recognised!
There is one path open to the New Zealand Government, one path honourable and loyal: in diplomatic language, to hand M. Pouquet his passport.
When the Pukemiro miners went on strike, considerable interest was aroused—the whole business reached a climax, caused by the resignation of six National Party Ministers from the War Administration.
To begin with, the miners should not have stopped work at this time. But a grievavnce, however, is definitely not righted by imprisoning the men. From one point of view, therefore, the Government's action in releasing the strikers from sentence is justified—the production of coal is no longer held up. On the other hand, it gives the miners confidence to strike again should they wish to do so.
Coincident with the increased production of coal for the furtherance of the war effort—and there has been an increase in the amount produced—have been greater profits for the mine owners. But there has not been a corresponding rise in the wages of the miners.
For this reason, State control of the mines is to be commended. In New Zealand there is a Labour Party, which commenced its term of office promisingly. Now, they assure us that their management of the Waikato mine is not socialization—and this from a party whose initial policy was proudly that of socialization. The National Party's policy is in support of all that is connected with capitalism, and big profits, and exploitation, and all the rest of it. In this connection, I think the gentlemen who resigned from the War Administration nave everything to lose by doing so. Not that I mind, for if their inclusion in the administration of the country at all increases their chances of winning a party majority after the war, their resignations are a darn good job.
[The Federation of Labour statement covers the strike very adequately.
It says: "However justifiable the stoppage might be under normal conditions, any action which holds up war production is contrary to the polity of the trade union movement. Continued production, and with it the winning of the war, is as important in the preservation of the rights and liberties of the workers as the satisfactory settlement of industrial disputes.
"Moreover, there is adequate machinery, in which workers may repose complete confidence, for the adjustment of grievances without the necessity of obstructing the war effort. If the Waikato miners are confidence that their case is a good one, they should have no fear of submitting it to the disputes committee. To-day is a time when nothing can be allowed to impede our maximum effort."]
Present conditions make it so difficult for any University publication to achieve more than a purely pathological interest that a review of this year's Rostrum should begin with congratulations to those responsible for producing something at least as good as Rostrum
Of the prose, five anonymous paragraphs (on the pages headed "Singing in the Rain" and "The Barrett Man") are of extremely high quality, and the rest, if not remarkable, is considerably better than the verse. "Death in Recent Poetry" is happy in its quotations and an example of a genre of which we should like to see more and better specimens; one of the two articles on music—that by Mr. Alpers—makes its modest point in an intelligible manner, various exhortations to political consciousness (notably the editorial and "Finding the Family"), left us with suitable feelings of mild aproval and extreme antiquity.
Apart from a sonnet on Houseman by Mr. Meek—which differs only in the depth of its analysis from one on the same theme by W. H. Auden—the verse, in Rostrum shows as its main influences Eliot, Lawrence and Jesus Christ. Tendencies derived from, we hope, inadequate interpretations of these personalities are distressingly manifest, though they tend to blur into a plaintive and formless disapproval, natural enough all things considered, but not very memorable in thought or expression.
We sincerely thank the people who have worked for "Salient." Not only those who have supported it by writing for it, although some of them have done particularly good work, but also those who have had the thankless work of distributing it, and those who have helped with the proof-reading and other tedious jobs.
We also must thank The Printer—Mr. Taylor was kind and long-suffering, and we have always been most grateful to him; we have been glad of this help. Thank you.
Has V.U.C. come up to the requirements of a war-time University this year? We feel obliged to answer in the negative. Inevitably the results of war on the University have shown themselves—there is a constant drain of the older students away from the University life—men into camps in New Zealand, or overseas with the forces, and women, until recently not put on to war work, have nevertheless with increased demands on their time, E.P.S. duties being a small part of them.
The students have acquitted themselves well as individuals—that cannot be denied—both at home and overseas they have a record that is worthy of their best traditions; but that is not enough.
As far as the University is concerned, the cultural life has been neglected. Although the Debating Club has not fallen off as conspicuously as some of the others, it is nevertheless a case in point: the older, more mature, experienced and competent speakers are no longer able to attend: Possibly for this reason an unusually large number of promising beginners have come forward this year, but these students lack and are not making a sufficient effort to gain the wisdom of age! but are content to retain the philosophies of school-children.
Most important is our failure in the community. A University is not a factory for manufacturing degrees—it is the cultural centre of the community (culture to be understood, not as dead knowledge, but rather as live and vital things that the community as a whole should know). If you as a student attend the University merely to get this or that label after your name, you should not be here—you would pass your time more profitably if you spent your five guineas during the year in buying beer at the nearest pub, and at least you would have some contact with reality.
The majority of the students at V.U.C, are part-timers, and that is at the same time the greatest strength and the greatest weakness of our College. It is commonly said that V.U.C. is not a proper University because it has so many part-timers, but that also means that there are a great number of students who are sufficiently keen on their studies to do it after their ordinary work. But surely these students do not take this trouble merely to attend lectures. A University should provide a place where minds can contact one another—not just absorb what the lecturer says, but debate among themselves on different aspects of a subject. A common common-room would help in this too, and we doubt whether separate common rooms could be considered enlightened.
Army education—to press for this is our clear duty, and to offer any help we could—we have not done nearly enough there. In our last issue we published an account of a Russian University in the war—of the widening field of activity—while ours is narrowing—every group of people, whether going voluntarily or conscripted, into some branch of the war effort, should have the opportunity to study not merely advanced school subjects, but their social surroundings, and the political set-up of the world to-day. A people sure of what it is fighting for is far more formidable than one fighting for a vague idea. Are most of us students sure of this ourselves, let alone capable of teachings others?
At this rate, in a couple of years at most, the University will be completely divorced from the community at large, and, moreover, its students will be confining their activities to attending lectures.
Next year we should put our house in order, if we are to survive as a University and do our part in the war effort by being of use to the country, not only by direct help from the scientists, but in all educational schemes. Gaudeamus igitur!
At this most critical time in the war against Fascism, a situation has arisen in India which is nothing short of catastrophic, a situation where a vast mass of potential allies are not only outside the struggle, but are causing a diversion of effort which should be directed against the Axis powers.
How is it possible that in a country where the sympathies of the people are clearly anti-fascist, and where the victory of the United Nations is a precondition for real and complete independence, that such a situation can arise? It is easy for people over here to say that the Indians are blind, or that the Congress is a wicked organisation. This attitude is based on a complete lack of understanding of the real situation, and is sometimes a deliberate attempt to drive the Indian people further than ever from the allied cause, and to confuse the issue in the minds of the British, people by newspaper reports of a prejudiced nature, which drive a wedge between the British and the Indian people. In any case it is an attitude which makes impossible any solution of the problem.
If we are to be realistic, we must understand that the fundamental cause of the present disruption is the inability of the British Government to realise the needs of India to-day and to put forward a policy which will win over the mass of the Indian people by giving them the means to play a full part in the war. As a result of the failure of the Cripps mission, and the refusal on the part of the British-Government to reopen negations with Indian leaders, to transfer real political power to India itself, a feeling of great bitterness has arisen in India, and it is in this atmosphere that the pacifist and objectively pro-Japanese policy of Gandhi has been able to gain such support.
This policy is a disastrous one, and is splitting the anti-fascist movement of the Indian people from top to bottom, but the present attitude of the British Government is only driving the wedge deeper and making it more difficult to reach a solution.
The need for a national Indian Government in which Indians are given the power to mobilise their people in the war, a government which on an equal basis can co-operate with the Allied countries in the defence of India, this need remains, and it is more urgent than ever that the Government be made to understand this and to act accordingly.
It would be wrong to think that the whole of India is united behind the policy of Gandhi. Part of the Congress resolution itself reveals the element which understands that the future of India lies with the victory of the United Nations and is anxious to reach an agreement which will enable India to take its rightful place in the war to destroy Fascism. This element, represented by such as Nehru and Azad, could be won over if the British Government put forward a really constructive and helpful policy. The All-India trade unions, peasant unions and student federation have shown in past resolutions their understanding of the need to destroy Fascism and their desire to participate fully in the struggle, and there is no doubt that they would respond to an encouraging approach on the part of this country.
The question of India to-day is a question which is bound up with the fight of the United Nations, and from the point of view of the critical battles on the Eastern front, from the point of view of the opening of the second front, from the point of view of the menace of a Japanese invasion, it is desperately urgent that a solution be reached immediately, and the initiative in this has to come from Britain.
"The attitude of American students can be well seen in their relation to the Youth Congress and other, general youth bodies," states Bob Gollan, in an article written for "Honi Soit."
Mr. Gollan is a University Medallist in History and was Australian Representative to the World Youth. Conference in Mexico,
"They believe that men and women in Universities are not distinct from apprentices in factories, but faced by essentially similar problems, and so they have worked together towards a common solution of them."
The American Government has for long recognised that an essential element of democracy is the training of the young men and women of the nation to become politically active citizens.
This principle was given practical form in
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University students and organisations have played an important part in its development.
One two thousand delegate Negro Conference had as its central belief that "the main Negro problem to-day is the defeat of Nazism."
In June of last year a special youth organisation, the United Youth for Defence, was established to co-ordinate the work of young men and women in civilian preparation for war. It had the support of Mrs. Roosevelt and such top line publicity figures as Gene Tunney and Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. Its aims were set out in a 10-point programme which amounts to the full participation of youths of all ages, races and creeds in the war against Fascism.
"Up to December 7 there were three important National Student Organisations—the American Students' Union, the International Student Federation of America. I left America a week after she entered the war, but during that short time some amazing developments had taken place.
"The International Student Service and the National Student Federation had decided to urge on the basis of the ten-point programme of the United Youth for Defence. The American Student Union, according to a report I received from one of its executive members, was agreed in principle on the same course of action;
American students I met were really enthusiastic about war and supremely confident about the outcome. Their unanimous enthusiasm was refreshing on contrast to the pessimism that one so often finds in Australia. But then, of course, they have not yet experienced two and a half years of war.
"They will do their full part in the destruction of the Axis and the restoration of world peace on a more reasonable basis than existed before the war."
Once again there has come a time of great orators, men who by their words hold nations together, and whose speeches are pieces of history. The striking phrases and comparisons they create become household quotations. With their voice they strengthen their countries, and strengthen their people slogging along the weary road of war. But their speeches are not for the thousands who could gather in the Athenian market place, or in the forum at Rome, or in a large modern auditorium. They are for the thousands upon thousands, the millions, who are able to listen to a wireless.
In these awful days, when the basis of our future life is being decided by exploding steel and battle-racked flesh, the existence of nations depend on their unity and steadfastness of purpose, through whatever hardships total war may bring. This unity has been achieved in at least five nations to-day by a leader's oratory. Churchill, Hitler, Roosevelt, Stalin and Mussolini all grip their peoples' allegiance directly, through the microphone, and with them a new type of oratory has been born.
Radio address places great value on every word spoken. Empty phrases can no longer be sold by showmanship and mass hypnotism. The richness which welled in our mother tongue in Elizabethan times may soon return in a modern form, for a radio speaker must convey his meaning by dignity of expression and aptness of imagery. In this Churchill stands supreme. There is also a tremendous audience to which a radio speaker must appeal directly. The common people must be able to understand him, while at the same time he must plant some of his own ardour in them. Roosevelt has done this in his fireside chats. The people are now reached not by ranting, but by forthright, meaningful phrases, filled with the sentiments they have known. The people treasure their own sentiments, and any condescension or insincerity in playing on them will earn nothing but dislike for a speaker.
All this arises out of the point Scrim made in delivering the Plunket Medal judgment, that in conducting the competition in future the Debating Society should pay some attention to the change the microphone has wrought in public speaking.
He announced Miss Cecil Crompton as the winner.
Cecil, speaking on Pasionaria, had a quiet intensity which convinced the audience of her genuine admiration for her subject, and helped them share that admiration. Her account of Pasionaria's career was straightforward. The pathos and bravery which had filled her life, expressed boldly but without embroidery, is enough to grip any audience, and Cecil did not attempt to oust Pasionaria from the place of, honour. The facts of the Spanish War are grim enough. They only need clear statement. Cecil gave them this. Pasionaria's inner feelings, plain from her experiences, need no explanation. Cecil did not attempt one. And so, by not trying to improve on fact, she drew a clear, inspiring picture. It brought her victory.
Inna Lissienko was placed second, speaking on Alexei Stakanhov. Comparing her to Cecil, it seemed that her admiration of Stakanhov was rather more sentimental than reasoned. If we did not already know Stakanov was a great guy, that didn't matter. Inna did, and she was going to tell us about it whether we liked it or not. However, she presented such a good case for him that she left us with respect for her enthusiasm, and a feeling that there might be something in it.
No other speakers were placed, so they will be mentioned in the order they spoke.
Gwen Bell was not fluent in her speech on Margaret Sanger. She broke new ground with her subject, and because of this was interesting, but she had too obviously tried to learn her speech, and had just missed. If she had used notes she might have got on more smoothly.
Paddy Finucane seemed to have got a bit mixed up with Brick Bradford and Jimmy Allen in Reece Smith's version of him, but at least he was disposed of in one instalment. The box Reece was standing on had contained some pretty frothy soap.
Bill Newell, appearing in Air Force uniform, had not had much time to prepare his speech, but made the best of his disadvantage. General Mikhailovitch, too, is an interesting enough character to retain an audience's interest without help from his oral biographer.
There were many well-placed laughs in Jim Winchester's speech on Tom Paine, and it was an enjoyable talk. But it was not quite oratory. He depicted Paine's career clearly and fully, and had the audience with him all the way, but perhaps it is because we know Jim so well that it seemed to us more like a contribution to a discussion than a speech.
Bernie Cullinane led us once more from Log Cabin to White House. Abraham Lincoln was a sombre and awkward man, and Bernie was somewhat the same it was a well-planned speech, but his platform manner could have been more flexible.
The judges were the Controller of Commercial Broadcasting, Mr. C. G. Scrimgeour, Mrs. Catherine Stewart, M.P., and the High Commissioner for Canada in New Zealand, Dr. W. A. Riddell. Unfortunately, Dr. Riddell fell ill, and had to retire after the first speech. The contest was held in the Gym, as the Concert Chamber was net available because of earthquake damage.
This Spanish knight won an immortal name by tilting at windmills, imagining they were the foes of chivalry. But one can't tilt where even windmills are absent, and "Spike" seems to me to lack even the ghost of a windmill. What astonishes and hurts is the total absence of literary competence—after we exclude such practised hands as O.A.E.H. and J.C.B. I know the editorial informs us with apparently flawless sang-froid that "love and indeed all emotional disturbances" were kept at home, but did the well-meaning editors also leave their English at home? Did they have any to leave? Or did they deliberately plan this somewhat sour and unripe "unadulterated fruit of the brain"?
A critic of "Salient," in
Have I created windmills, only to tilt against? Let us remember that this is the fourth year of war; that those who would have invented for "Spike" are now inventing new ways of war, and that paper is precious. It is indeed something that, unlike the extravaganza, "Spike" keeps its head above water, and that is the best thing to recommend it to your consideration; that, and some of the photographs.
"Spike" contains this year some four pages in all of verse and less than a dozen prose articles. Discussions of "love, and indeed of all emotional disturbances," the editor warns us, have been excluded; so too has been any serious treatment of the problems of the War. Yet, while one regrets any lacuna in a corpus of thought too slender for the practice of eclecticism, one must recognise that a restriction of scope is preferable to insincerity in the one case (if indeed I rightly assume that it is not eloquence that was lacking but sincerity and empirical knowledge), and meretricious identification with received opinion on the other.
Factual discussions bulk largely again this year, discussions which, the tenuity of their content once forgiven, stand convicted above
There is tittle creative writing but it is more satisfying. One piece, the longest in the review, is especially good, at once for its attractive fantasy, and its (broadly speaking) sustainedly good writing. One insists upon this question of accuracy and grace in expression, partly because of the general absence of genuine inspirational writing, but mainly because it is part of the business of a University that, having succeeded in encouraging men and women to think (and this we have done not infrequently) it encourages them further in a desire to find adequate means for communicating their thoughts to others.
The fourth "Spike" of the war is appreciably slimmer than its predecessors, but the misgivings the reader feels as he opens it quickly show themselves to be without real justification: the format is attractive, the printing—if one overlooks the necessity imposed on the Caxton press of printing its pages in two pieces—is sharp and pleasing, if somehow wanting in vitality. The standard is not low, and if the whole be lacking in unity and if it comprise the indifferent equally with the good, that is because "Spike" is less a review than an annual balance-sheet, in which one should seek only reasonably complete and reasonably fair documentary record of a year's writing.
Sir,—I protest. If one is going to play the knight-errant why not be consistent? Why should "Checked Up," who rushes so enthusiastically to the defence of the history department, who questions so searchingly the qualifications of its attacker, and who vigorously denounces the habit of "mud slinging," why should this same "Checked Up" blandly remark that political science as at present taught is "divorced from reality and sometimes from accuracy."
The statement is ridiculous and very nearly libellous.
There are many departments in this college, and particularly in the Arts Faculty, which teach subjects divorced from reality. To study Latin, Greek, Pure Maths, even at times History itself, is to study subjects far removed from our present lives. But to study the political makeup of our own and other countries, to understand the workings of fascism, communism and democracy, to attempt to discover the causes of the wars and depressions of our own times, the calamities which form the woof of our lives—is this to study a subject divorced from reality?
As to the second accusation, that of inaccuracy, this can obviously refer to one section of the department only, as both lecturer and students in the C.P.I. section are aware that they must constantly search for reliable statements through the mazes of propaganda and have consequently learned to mistrust statements not backed by reliable authority.
If "Checked Up" wishes to attack the Political Science Department let him at least remember that this department is divided into two sections and refrain from incriminating the innocent with the guilty
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hip hurrah!
The girls carry cakes on the cable car.
Shamed by "B. Live's" letter, I un-conditionally apologise for all the unkind things I said in "Passers By." Our girls are undeniably seeing that the cultural standard of V.U.C. is not allowed to slip during, the war. How silly I was ever to wonder what extra effort they were putting into keeping the Phoenix Club alive while the men are away. They are behind the counter in the cafeteria. And what foolishness on my part to doubt that they were preserving drama in the college. Why, even as I doubted, they were preparing supper for a Dramatic Club evening. What did it matter if there weren't enough active members of the Dramatic Club to make the evening worthwhile? And the way they rally round the woman editor of "Salient." Almost one whole column of the 16 in the last issue was written by women. Gee! Fancy me suggesting that the girls weren't doing their bit. How could a girl possibly find time to write for "Salient" when she has to go to gymnasium classes and hold a glass of wine up against the light?
Hampered as I am, though, by an innately Tory outlook, I can't quite understand how our home front front Amazons are going to guard that intangible but very real thing called a University spirit by applying themselves with added diligence to their tea pouring and dish washing. For the way in which they do cater for our stomachs, and always have done, they earn my sincere gratitude. But with my stodgy ideas on University values I dolefully wish they could think of minds as well as stomachs. Perhaps they think that students stomachs are nicer than their minds. Or perhaps "B. Live" is basing her argument on Bacon, who said, "Eating maketh a full man." Or did he?
Anyway, Victoria is growing culturally dark because no one is taking up the torch her servicemen have left. The girls are in the majority now. It is for them to lift the torch high, instead of pouring dish-water and tea leaves on it.
Back to the subject of stomachs, I assure "B. Live" that if ever I chance to meet a clucking butterfly I shall be most
Just because "Passer-by" has not been among the dash-washers of the College, let him not sneer at those who do this menial but essential task—rather let his apology be for not having done so. But I should acknowledge his kind remarks about the moribund Phoenix Club, to which the Misses Witheford and Schwimmer have been applying smelling salts throughout the year.
Incidentally, what about the Glee Club—a lot of inspiration for that from the women—and work—and who are the active members of club committees? Does the Writer know that the Secretary to the Executive is a woman," and the Secretary to the N.Z.U.S.A.? Also, women occupied the first two placing in the Plunket Medal, and a woman edited "Salient" last year, and is doing so this year.
I would recommend that "Passer-by" gets his facts right before bursting prematurely and inaccurately into print. Also, moderation is enjoined.
With a run Which featured leapfrog along Upland Road, and the maximum amount of shady tactics in the relay races in the Botanical Garttens, the Harrier Club wound up its most irresponsible season so far. It was the tenth season in the club's history, arid looking back it seems to have been more or leas a continuous birthday party. There appears to be neither regret nor remorse about this Good Thing, which is as it should be.
After the run there was the usual end of season tea at the home of our president, Mr. G. F. Dixon, where the cups won during the season were presented. The Shorland Cup for the club championship went to Ian McDowall, the Endeavour Cup for an eight miles sealed handicap race to Steve Wilson, the Sherwood Cup for a three miles sealed handicap to Dave Hefford, and the Cairns Cup for the most improved runner to Peter Marchant. Also a book was presented to Sherry Sherwood, who has been as valued a friend to the club as ever this season. It was decided that, despite changes in method, Sherry was still the club's official trainer, arid he was seen shortly after comparing a few points with his star protege, Dave Hefford, who is believed to have maintained a strict training schedule throughout the season. This was possibly due to the martinet tactics Frank O'Flynn adopted from the first run onwards:
Nothing can be forecast for next season, but if we have done nothing else this year we have shown that close knit friendship within the club is a better guarantee for happy running than any number of wins and trophies. The camaraderie of the season has been something which none of us will readily forget, something which has been very precious at this stark time.
Sir,—There has been something peculiar hanging on the northern wall of the men's common room for some time now, and I have been unable to find out what it is. Suggestions I have heard include a scene from a Silly Symphony, a liberty loan poster, the Professorial Board, a rare action shot of a civil service department at work, or a painting of some merit and worth. Please be a light to lighten the darkness.
[The last suggestion you name was the nearest to correct. Wolfie Rosenberg, will in all likelihood be prepared to give the curious an authoritative exposition, on the topic if approached with the deference which is his due.
In the last match of the season against Trentham Army, the Senior team scored a substantial victory, winning by 5 goals to 2.
Several Third Grade players were included in the Senior team and all of them played a very good game although they showed a tendency to slacken up badly towards the end of the second, spell. Stacey, playing at centre forward in place of Ivor Ting, and Peter Froome at goal, both played a good game.
The season for the hockey club has been quite successful and from the point of view of representative honours, perhaps one of the most successful. Ivor Ting, Ken Kiddle, and Bruce Hands were all selected and although Peter Froome was twice selected he was unable to play. Peter Froome's achievement was outstanding since this is his first season of hockey.
The prospects for next season are very hopeful and from the play in last match the Third Grade team should be able to supply some useful material for the Senior team.
With balls almost unprocurable, tennis players are faced with rather lean prospects for the next few seasons. Fortunately, the Varsity Club was able to purchase a number of balls since last season, so with careful combing of the slopes of Salamanca Road by members, the Club should be able to function for some considerable time.
The Annual General Meeting of the Club was held on September 16th, when the following officers were elected:—Patron, Mr. S. Eichelbaum; President, Mr. K. J. McNaught; Vice-Presidents, Colonel St. J. Beere, Mr., Justice Fair, Colonel St. J. Beere, Mr. Justice Fair, Professor F. F. Miles, Messrs. J. R. Elliott, H. N. Burns, G. F. Dixon, C. Evans-Scott, R. A. Wright, R. Parker, I. McArthur, M. Fraser, C. S. Plank, and E. G. Budge; Chairman, Mr. N. G. Foley; Hon. Secretary, Mr. M. O'Connor; Hon. Treasurer, Miss N. Turner. Committee: Misses R. Turner, D. Filmer, A. Reed and M. Bell-Wilson, Messrs. R. Moss, J. Igglesden, B. O'Connor, and B. O'Reilly.
The opening day was held on September 19th, when Wellington obligingly turned on one of its really fine days. Some fifty members attended, including the Patron, the President, and two Vice-Presidents, Mr. G. F. Dixon and Colonel St. J. Beere.
An interesting and keenly-contested Yankee Tournament was won by Miss Helen Hampton arid Mr. Peter McKenzie, after a closely-contested final With Miss Mary Bell-Wilson and Mr. Jack Walton.
The Annual General Meeting of the Cricket Club was held on Thursday night. The outgoing committee reported an excellent season, both for activities and for finance. The following officers were elected: Club Captain, J. A. Carrad; Deputy Club Captain, R. W: Burnard; Secretary, J. Oakley; Treasurer, J. Seator. Committee: Messrs. Creed, Wilson, de la Mare, Caird, O'Brien and Olson. A successful season is expected, and all intending members are asked to get in touch with Mr. J. Oakley, Weir House.
It was a nice dance, and there were nice people there, and the tea was nice, and everyone was happy, which is a good thing, arid so are the dances. Rarely outside the activities of the young men's bible class can there ever have been such unaffected social functions as V.U.C.'s Saturday afternoon tea dances, and one is forced, by this popularity to the conclusion that people don't come to them only because they have nowhere better to go, between closing time arid the pictures; Many girls put a good dead of work into making the dances such a success, making it possible for everyone present to get a stomachful of quite pleasant food, and no romantic considerations of the joy of the dance or the gratification of mingling sexes can override the contentment engendered by a full stomach. Not for a moment detracting from the romantic delights, mind you.