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Patron: Prof. Garrow. President: J. H. Sheat.
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We are oppressed and limited by the present. It is to the Greeks that we owe the conception of the unities of time, place and action. In their dramas they presented before their audience a main point of interest (the unity of action), which was to take place within the few hours that the chorus was viewing the play (unity of time), and the scene was to be laid in the same place throughout (unity of place). These two latter unities, of time and place, were only more or less unavoidable conditions of the Greek way of treating drama, which later thought elaborated into principles buttressing the unity of action, which alone is essential to all art. Following the Greek rules, then, only the crisis of the action may be presented. By means of the chorus, however, the audience are enabled to look before and after, for the chorus gives the spiritual interpretation of outward action rather than actual outward action, inviting our own interpretation. And who is better able to point out the motives that impel action than the dramatist himself? It is due to his study and observation that he is able to build out of the particular, the general; from the multitude of ever-recurring, yet ever-varying human actions, he can point out what is most fixed, absolute and fundamental in human life. The principles applied by the Greek masters to dramatic representation of life are the same that are needed for forming true judgment in all human affairs: (1) To concentrate the attention on the most material, fundamental point at issue or in debate, and to focus it clearly, stripped of all incidentals; (2) to view human action in harmony with past and future (i.e., not apart from causes and effects). The unity of action does the first. The chorus does the second. In our national and political life we lose sight of both principles. We have gradually emerged from feudalism to the present stage. We are now a democracy, yet we are still inclined either to rely blindly on the conclusions arrived at by
We see exactly the same thing occurring in the Government. The leaders are blinded by the present; to them the future is so dimly defined that they are unable to provide for it. They endeavor to find the easiest way of dealing with difficulties and, apparently, unlike the dramatist, are unable to interpret the present with reference to the past for the better solution of the future.
This lack of harmonious development will remain until we have as a leader one whose chief aim is service to the community—one to whom Ministerial salary, position or influence offers no intrinsic inducement—in a word, a true educationalist.
Dowden, in his "Puritan and Anglican," discusses Milton's views on civil liberty. He says that:
"Milton declared himself in favor of a free commonwealth, without a 'single person,' whether named King or Protector, and without a chamber of peers. Yet he is no democrat of the modern type. A mere majority, whether in Parliament or of the people, did not suffice, in Milton's views, to settle anything. A majority may be corrupt, 'there is little virtue,' he says, 'in number.' A licentious and unbridled democracy he abhored; he honored what Burke afterwards called 'a natural aristocracy,' and he would distinguish them not by trappings or titles, but by grave duties and laborious tasks performed for the public welfare. 'What government,' he asks, 'comes nearer to the percept of Christ than a free commonwealth wherein they who are the greatest are perpetual servants and drudges to the public at their own cost and charges, neglect their own affairs, yet are not elevated above their brethren; walk the street as other men, may be spoken to freely, familiarly, friendly, without adoration?' Milton desired after so many vicissitudes of divided rule, a continuity of order and a continuity of progress; this he believed, could be attained only in one way—by an oligarchy of wisdom and virtue resting upon a popular basis. The choice of these rulers of the people could not be entrusted to 'the noise and shouting of a rude multitude.' Duly-qualified electors might nominate a body of men, from whom by their own votes a smaller body might be selected, until perhaps 'by a third or fourth sifting and refining of exactest choice, they only be left chosen who are the due number and seem by most voices the worthiest.' At the same time, Milton desired to quicken the vigilance and zeal of the whole people; this, he believed, could be accomplished by the delegation of power in local matters to local authorities. In recent years and at the present moment the need of a supreme Imperial authority working in harmony with a subordinate system of decentralization—such a system as can enter into no rivalry with the central power—has been, and is, recognised as in no previous period."
Milton takes us thus far and no further. In the ideal commonwealth there should be no multitude who delight in "noise and
This Miltonic franchise suggests comparison with the franchise in vogue in Belgium and in Prussia before the war. But the type of leaders in Prussia, rewarded as they are by power, influence and money, would be very different from those leaders who, presumably, would accept office in Milton's free commonwealth. It would be the first duty of these leaders to unite the Empire in a common aim whence comes harmony and power—that this is necessarily so, can be proved again by reference to Germany. To ensure getting the ideal common aim, we must get ideal leaders, or, rather, the closer we approximate to the ideal in the latter, the nearer do we draw to a realization of the ideal in the former.
To return now from fancy to fact. Is it not true that we individually are responsible in a measure for the evils around us? No democratic organisation of society can relieve the individual of the responsibilities of the whole. We must fit ourselves for the task of the dramatist. All are called but few will be chosen. The efficient man will always be higher up than the incompetent.
"The ten-talent man and the two-talent man are not equal, and no system of society can make them so. To be weighed in an even balance is all that the true democrat does or should expect."
This list is known to be incomplete grateful for amendments and additions.
Dear "Spike,"—Just a line to thank you for your last issue, which I received about a month ago. Shortly after receiving it I had a brief but not uninteresting meeting with the wily Hun, since then I have been in the land of the V.A.D., seemingly as a semi-permanent picture.
Poor old Dan Bowler went West the day I was hit, and Karl Strack about a week before.
They broke my leg rather successfully, so since then I have been out of the game. Previous to that we had a busy time round the battle area, helping to make history and trying to dodge bombs.
Dodging bombs is a thing to which much interest attaches—for in that lies the difference between the quick and the dead. We listen with envy to the tales of fellows back from leave who have acted the gallant hero to fainting maidens and the like. One of our fellows who happens to have one or two bits of ribbon on his coat tells us that he was at a dance when the Gothas came one night. One or two of the Cuthberts suffered from the wind vertical; this chap swears he was quite cool and all the girls in room rushed him for protection. He had to deliver lectures on bombs till the raid was over. This story may be true, but———
Our own method of meeting these attacks is different. If Fritz comes over with bombs in the daylight your dignity stays where it is, while the rest of you takes a flying leap into the nearest or best hole. Bombs have a sound peculiarly of their own—the best place to hear them from, being with your ear to the ground and the rest of you in line. In wet weather one usually stands up for the first shot, but not if it's near.
We were living in tents in this area—this being considered more picturesque—but we had a nice earth-bank all round the sides. The arrival of an aeroplane at night is heralded by three whistles, when every light for miles around goes out, and if he's visiting you, you lie down flat on the floor. Next morning you rise, count the holes in your tent, and then go and swap lies with your neighbors.
Curiosity is a bad thing here. A new arrival got up to look at the planes one night, and we buried him next day.
I have seen only one bomb burst near me—this was not my fault as I was searching for a better 'ole at the time. I heard the next one, but did not see it—having found the hole.
Father Barclay arrived here the other day—I felt as if I hadn't done my Latin when I saw him. I remember he used to be considered a very useful member of society—or at any rate of the Latin class.
By the way, I was in Paris last August—ah! but I forgot "The Spike" is still a family magazine, so I will close with best wishes and a discreet tongue.—Yours sincerely,
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Dear "Spike,"—There is a din of many voices, raised in expostulation, in argument of I know not what, and by some curious twist, my memory turns to you. Have you ever heard hospital auction bridge played? It is divided into three stages—"before," "during," and "after." "During" is played along the lines of ordinary auction, "before" is mainly advisory, "after" Abusive. There are two games going on at present, go you can imagine what the noise is like. Over in France it was comparatively peaceful playing even close to the line, but in hospital———
You will gather by this that I am still in the land of the V.A.D.
Talking of V.A.D.'s, one sees almost as many varieties here as one sees at the "March past" at the notice boards during the first week. In one hospital in France there were two V.A.D.'s, who, in the language of our brothers in Egypt, "stood about sixteen hands." They handled me like a babe in arms. One of them was Scotch and had a red nose and a cheerful
Bullard is in the same ward with me here, and the Frog and Salmond are next door. Fulton is the X-ray artist and takes photos of those parts of us that the doctor is most interested in for the time being. Dan Bowler was killed the day I was hit. Any information I can give of V.U.C. students would appear under the "Accidents and Fatalities" column, I'm afraid, and most of it you may have heard. S. A. Atkinson was in our battalion when he was killed last year. I had been with him a couple of hours before he was hit. Colonel R. St. J. Bere was also in the same battalion. This battalion had, at one time and another, quite a number of our ex-students. Those I can remember are: Colonel Beere, Capt. Bennett, Lieuts, (now Major) K. Caldwell (all wounded at various times), Lieut, Liardet (killed), Castle (killed), Norman Hogg (killed), Atkinson (killed), Bowler (killed), J. B. Parker (returned through illness), B. J. Jacobs (wounded), G. Morrie (wounded), J. D. Vernon, W. F. Hogg, and H. M. Keesing. In the ranks were Nevill Wright, and possibly others. As you know, the bulk of these were law students, so Professor Garrow would have been able to conduct a class with us. The better half [better half = that portion of the college that wears skirts] of College is also represented "here in England now," as Blanche of the "Bystander" has it. Last year I met Miss Larry Mac., and the Frog tells me that he met "Mary" recently—but, perhaps, dear "Spike," another generation has arisen that knows not—well, shall I say, that does not remember—the "hop floor on the top floor."
If I don't get on I'll be firing Omar and "the moving finger" at you.
The November number of "The Spike" has arrived in due course. One noticed a slight increase in the verse published, but I was sorry to see that most of the initials were still familiar. I'm not complaining of their longevity, but of the absence of new ones. If I may add a further criticism, the first number is better than the second, from which one would infer that exams, are still held at the end of the second term. Has the football team, that faded dream, quite lost its dash—or was the secretary late with his reports?
I see there is a proposal to erect a Memorial Building. It is a good idea, but I hope it originated with the students, as it sounds a little utilitarian to come from higher up. I know that we have a crying need for more room, but it would be a pity if we used the needs of a memorial as a sentimental appeal to the Government (which must, sooner or later, provide the room) for immediate cash.
Well, I seem to have written rather much; but you can put that down as a phase of my illness. Please address my next "Spike" to me at Mathon Lodge, Masterton, as I hope to be there by that time. Please thank the Students' Association for a pair of socks which duly arrived. They should last some time, as I will be able to wear only one at a time for another six months.
Dear Sir,—I wish to thank your Association for its kindness in forwarding me a pair of socks and a copy of "The Spike." I received both about a week ago, and I don't know which was the more welcome. While one was a comfort materially, the other was a spiritual solace, especially "Laconic Jenny." I would express my feelings at greater length, but I am
By the way, it has occurred to me that "The Spike" people might run a competition, inviting its readers to send in guesses as to the date of the conclusion of the war, the nearest guesser to be given a prize only if he comes within twenty years of the true time. There is plenty of scope for the unruly ungraduate here, and it might prevent those numberless discussions which take place in odd corners of the College corridors to the greater disturbance of the serenity of one, Mr. Jas. Brooke. If you yourself happen to know when the war is going to end, I should be greatly obliged if you would send me a cable. I would willingly defray the expense. With many thanks again for the so(x) (cks) and "The Spike," and with the kindest regards to such of my contemporaries as may remember me.—Yours, sincerely,
[I should like the students at the front to know how we welcome letters from them. It is our only method of hearing of the doings of many of the wandering sons of V.U.C. The more you write the better pleased we are, and you can give us much advice and as many suggestions as you like. We need it and them.—Ed.]
Just before the beginning of the first session—on
Mrs. Macphail had been spending the long vacation with her cousin, Mrs. D. L. K. Walker, and, though her health was uncertain, and she was under the care of the doctor, yet up till the very last, she was at work on the lectures that she hoped to give her classes this year.
To those of us who knew and loved her, Mrs. Macphail was a constant reminder of that high sense of duty that counts for so much. She did her work well and most faithfully, although she was never really strong and often so frail that there seemed little but her will left. She told one of us that she was never happier than when she was feeling fairly well and was standing in front of her class, and every member of that class must have known and benefited by the keen interest that she took in each one of them. She never spared her time nor her slender reserve of strength when it was a question of helping one of her students either by encouragement or by admonition. "My students are my family " was a phrase which she was wont to use, and it is symbolic of what she considered the high seriousness of her duty towards her students. It is the students who did repeat and honors work with Mrs. Macphail who, perhaps, knew and appreciated her best, for none knew better the spirit of untiring devotion to her ideals which she showed throughout, in spite of ill-health.
Patrick E. E. Dromgool
George W. Clinkard
The ridge lay in front of the village; to cross over it was, as Tich said, "unhealthy"; but it had to be done again and again as long as any wounded still lay beyond it. And at almost every return to the Advanced Station, the senior bearer sergeant reported to the O.C., "Two more bearer squads gone, sir." From the A.D.S. it certainly looked as if nothing could live crossing the shell-swept slope, over which the infantry had advanced a few hours previously; for now an enemy barrage of five-point-nines fell almost unceasingly on it.
"I'm afraid I have very few men to spare," replied the Colonel. "Five casualties already out of six reinforcement men who arrived an hour ago. They have got their eye on the station here. And we're full with stretcher cases."
Tich, ignoring the fact that the advice or opinion of a private was not asked for, and risking a severe "strafe" from a sorely-tried O.C., interjected, "Why not use some of the Fritzes, sir?"
Tich was one of the company humorists; he was a short, brown-faced, brown-eyed, hardy little man, and stout-hearted withal. His chief failing was an unquenchable thirst; while his experience in flirtation with an astounding variety of women, from fat Madame Pinchon of the "Estaminet au Progres" to the slim, petite, and altogether lovable little Yvonne of the "Chat Noir," was a source of wonder and jealousy to his co-mates in exile. He had an amazing stock of yarns—mostly "recondite and Rabelaisian"—with which he delighted his chums when in billets. In a "stunt" he was as brave as a lion; but he had then one sorrow—at such a time bock was not procurable and the issue of the Army rum was very small. He was an indefatigable collector of Boche souvenirs; but one ambition—the possession of a German watch—was still unsatisfied. Hence his suggestion was not without a sinister and ulterior motive. The day previous to the company's arrival at "Red Post" (as the A.D.S. was officially known) he had questioned one of the sergeants.
"Say, Sarge, the S.M. says you're some stunt on languages. We know you are on bad language, but what's the Fritz for a watch?"
"Eine Uhr," grunted the Sergeant.
"'Ere, 'ere, Sarge, I didn't ask yer for the Scotch. Yer can't kid me. I know blame well the Scotch say "oor." I was at Alloa on leave."
"Right-O," snorted the N.C.O. "Go away and don't ask any more damn-fool questions. But Uhr is the word."
"Don't sound pleasant, though," suggested Tich.
"Oh, go to blazes," said the non-com.
"What a kind-hearted, nice-mannered cove the Sarge is, isn't he?" inquired Tich of his "cobber."
"You'd better leave well alone and imshi," replied the other. "He's gone very crook because the C.O.'s detailed him for duty at the M.D.S. instead of further up. He's not exactly an angel at any time, but to-day he's got 'em bad."
Off they went together; and that same evening under cover of dark, the company moved up to "Red Post" and established an A.D.S. During the night the stretcher squads were detailed in readiness and the n.c.o's went round to see that every man had his field dressing pinned inside his tunic and that gas masks and shrapnel helmets were ready. They knew that in another twelve hours the company's numerical strength would be considerably reduced.
At 6 p.m. punctually to the minute every British gun in the sector opened out, and the batteries dropped their barrage, in front of the infantry men who were advancing to attack the village.
"The curtain's up for act 1," shouted Tich above the din into his No. 1's ear. "We come on in Act 2."
"Damned good orchestra," he added, as the larger British shells whizzed overhead. "Good bass work. Staccato later on when the typewriters get to work."
Some time afterwards when our barrage had moved steadily forward, stretcher squads were given the word, "Ready to move." Each man settled his steel helmet firmly on his head, saw that his gas mask was at the alert; and patted his tunic to make sure the invaluable field-dressing was there. A few faces were white, but the lips were all firm as, guided by the sergeants and corporals, they moved off to where the enemy's counter-barrage was falling heavily near to and on the ridge. One shell passed right overhead before they started, and snorts and squeals of pain told that the horse-lines had "stopped it."
Out they went steadily, one squad at a time, as the n.c.o. in charge directed. One party seemed to hesitate for a second or two, and then a roar and a geyser of mud and earth not far from it showed where the shell had landed. When the smoke had cleared and the splinters had ceased falling, one could see the Lance-Corporal lying motionless in the mud, and two of the bearers bringing back a third on the stretcher.
"Bob's done in," panted the white-faced, mud-bespattered No. 1. "No," answering the sergeant's question and wiping the blood from his face, "that's Bob's, not mine. I didn't get a scratch, and Bill's is only flesh. Jim here," pointing to the man on the stretcher, "has copped it on the head. He's got a dressing on. We'll drop him at the Post and come straight back."
The sergeant nodded, gave a curt order to the corporal on his right, and the squad began to move again. In a short time they had all cleared the ridge, and, with the loss of a few more men, reached the R.A.P, Here a short-sleeved, blood-smeared captain of the N.Z.M.C., assisted by two orderlies, was working at top pressure with the more seriously wounded. An ambulance corporal and three men were busy attending to the slightly wounded (known officially as "walking cases"). These were to walk back to the A.D.S. assisted by the spare numbers of the stretcher squads—not that there were many spare numbers just then.
Back and through the barrage went the squads with their wounded, a more difficult process than coming over, as the bearers could not now duck or drop for safety owing to the Mounded whom they were carrying, so that occasionally a squad set out with a case and arrived at the dump without stretcher and patient, or remained out on the ridge dead or wounded, with the unfortunate casualty.
This went on for some hours until at last the senior sergeant had to ask the C.O. for more men. It was this that gave Tich the opportunity to make his proposal to utilise prisoners, some of whom were already coming back. To his great surprise and secret delight the Colonel, instead of "strafing" him, fell in with the suggestion; and commandeering some Bavarians, handed three of them over to the senior-sergeant. The latter turned to Tich and said:
"You're acting-corporal, vice Bob, and will control squads one, two, and three. Don't move off till I give the word. And watch the movement of that blasted barrage and slip your squads through quickly."
Squad No. 1 consisted of three Bavarians, who seemed quite willing to do the work. Not that it would have made much difference had they not been.
Tich armed himself with a thick stick.
"What's that for?" demanded the sergeant.
"In case Fritz tries to get a strangle-hold on to me."
"Rats," said the n.c.o. "Lead off, Tich," and the squads moved forward.
Once clear of the ridge, Tich ordered his No. 1 squad into a shell-hole, or, rather, pushed them in, and followed them.
"Let's see what's in your pockets," he said. Then, to the first Bavarian, "No compree English?" The German regarded him stolidly and a little apprehensively, as the lithe little man flourished his bludgeon in alarming proximity to the prisoner's nose.
Then, remembering the bad-tempered sergeant's advice, Tich said, quickly:
"You got oor, eh? Compree oor? Oh, damn, I'm talking French."
The German showed little signs of comprehension, and Tich said with great fervor, "That blasted sergeant's a swanker. He don't know no blurry German."
After much pantomimic show of twisting his wrist and scanning it carefully and drawing an imaginary watch from his pocket, he succeeded in making the second German understand a little. This Boche, a slim young man of about 25 years of age and totally different to his two hoggish fellow-captives, drew a large time-piece from one of his pockets and said, "Drei Viertel ouf drei."
"Cut it out," commanded the corporal. "Of course I'm dry, but I want that oor. Believe the sarge was right after all."
He grabbed the watch and put it into his tunic pocket.
"Come on, you blighters," then said the little man, urging the three out of the shell-hole with the aid of his stick.
In an hour they were on their way back to the A.D.S. with a wounded N.Z. rifleman on the stretcher.
"How do you like being carried by brother Boche," demanded Tich.
"S'all right," replied the other. "Got a fag?" he asked. "My leg's giving me hell. Reckon its Blighty for keeps or good old New Zealand. Bone's smashed just above the ankle.
By good luck they reached the A.D.S. safely and Tich at once went back with his squad. As they neared the ridge the usual ominous whizzing of an approaching shell made Tich drop quickly to earth.
"Down," he yelled to his three Germans. "On yer guts, quick."
The shell seemed to land almost simultaneously with his words. When the falling pieces had cleared away, Tich picked himself up and looked round. One German was dead, the second was bleeding from face, arm, and leg. The third, the youngest of the three, was evidently unharmed. Tich applied field dressings to the wounded Boche, and, with the assistance of the third, managed to make him understand that he was to go back to Red Post. Then he and the remaining Hun each grasped an end of the stretcher and went on to the R.A.P.
Together they commenced to carry back a badly-wounded lieutenant of the 14th Tararua Company. The ridge and its neighborhood were receiving the usual amount of attention, and for one moment Tich hesitated.
"Not that I care a curse," he explained to the officer, "but you don't want another. You've got enough to take you to Blighty."
"Carry on," said the sub. "I want to get out of this and damn quick."
As they cleared the ridge a belated five-nine landed rather close to be pleasant. Tich's calf was cut by a flying splinter.
"What rotten luck," he said, "three bar eighteen thousand and one, slightly wounded; remaining with unit. All right, Fritz," he added, "go right ahead."
They reached Red Post in safety, and the wounded man was handed over to the Major.
"By God, sir," said Tich, "there's no unsterlised insects on this Hun. He's game as hell."
The Major detailed an orderly to dress Tich's wound and to give him A.T.S. 500 units. This latter, Tich averred, was worse than the scratch he had received.
"Turn in now," said the Major, "and lie down for a few hours,"
"No damn fear, sir," answered Tich. "They're short-handed as it is, and my leg'll get stiff if I don't keep going."
The Major grinned broadly and turned away.
"Where's my bloody Fritz?" Tich yelled, as he emerged into the light.
"Fritz" was finishing a mug of bovril.
"Cripes, he's earned it," said the little man. " 'Ere, Fritz, come 'ere." He pushed and pulled him into a position of attention.
Then he took the watch from his pocket and looked at it lovingly.
"Now, Fritz, I'm Alex. Oh, hell! no!! not him. I'm Dug. Haig. 'Shun. Private Fritz Lager Beer, Number umpteen hundred and one. Let me see how does the next go? It doesn't matter. My own way's best. For gallant and distinguished conduct in the field—assisting at the risk of his own life to evacuate wounded under heavy shell fire. I can't pin it on and I'm not going to kiss you on both cheeks like Madamoiselle from Amentieres. You're not a bad sort though you are a blooming Hun; so here's your watch instead of the Military Medal or the Crox dee Gurr."
The bewildered German, with wonder and astonishment depicted on his face, put the watch back in his pocket without a word.
"Smile, damn you, smile," yelled Tich.
Then, in answer to a sergeant, who was making mysterious signs with his right arm.
"Right O, sarge, I'm coming; and I'm as dry as hell. Hope you've got enough.
He disappeared into the quartermaster's dug-out, and as he went the sergeant-major smiled and murmured:
"Yes, rough as——; but he'll do me."
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"Away with him, away with him, he speaks Latin."—Henry VI.
Have you ever considered the fitness of things? I doubt it. This is the euphemistic way of saying that you have never done so unless perhaps it was on that wonderful night when She promised to meet you at the Post Office—no! I refuse to be poetical—and at home disconsolate on a chair, you sat wondering whether or not you would wear your purple hose. But revenons à nos moutons.
I wish to consider Latin as a compulsory subject in University examinations. In my opinion, not only is it essential to one's career through life, but in some cases it is even necessary. Alonzo Binks, the Soap King, whose son Lancelot has, through his meaningless remarks, a reputable standing for intelligence among members of our circle, attributes his singular success in life to Latin. In his early life he studied it for the law, but it proved such an obstacle that he gave it up and started work in a foundry, where his latent histrionic talent reasserted itself, and he discovered that home-made soap in a picturesque wrapper would revolutionise the market. Another instance in which Latin proved very useful I heard of the other day. In a charitable lecture to the inmates of an asylum on "Electrons and How to Handle Them," the lecturer added great point to some of his remarks by quotations from the dead lauguage, and these were appreciated greatly by the lunatics, with the exception of one poor fellow, who was suffering under the delusion that he was Tiberius Flaccus.
That the beauty of our tongue is not appreciated is a subject of much querulous objection in these days. In the study of Latin the remedy lies. To illustrate this I will quote from a copy of Horace which is nearby. The man who wrote the English version calls himself "Translator," whether to satisfy his conscience or to avoid a harsher sounding word which might shock the public, I do not know; but I think that it was probably for the former reason. This is a copy of one passage: "Him like an oak and
Thus, when I hear Latin as it is pronounced in the Law Courts, when in the mornings I view our milkman, at peace with the world, jogging along reading the odes of Milton in that expressive language, when, indeed, for want of something better to do, I idly turn over the pages of my doctor's billet-doux to my chemist, I realise that Latin is of vital importance and that everything is destined for us to perceive or not to perceive. Such is the fitness of things, and to put an end to this argument concerning the utility of Latin, I beg to be allowed to quote Cicero when he says that in every dispute we should have recourse rather to the moments of reason than the weight of authorities. Non enim tam authoritatis in disputando, quam rationis momenta quaerenda sunt.
P.U.—Permanently unfit. O.P.—Observation Post.
Is the drama gradually dying" out ? True enough the bearded satyr no longer wildly revels round the altar of Dionysius; nor does this archetype of man, sublime as a genii of Nature and as a sufferer near to his god, reveal, as once he was wont to do, in words alike beautiful and artistic, the visionary conception of the dramatic art. The voice of Sophocles the coryphaeus is lulled, and to that mass before raised to the height of Dionysian enthusiasm, the mockery of Jocasta, the pride of Oedipus, the ravages of Philoctetes, and the sinful scorn of Aias mean nothing but horror upon horror. Yet from the self-inflicted blindness of Oedipus comes to him humility, reverence and contentment; the tortures of the Lernaean hydra, the love-charm that crushed the soul of Heracles, give rise to the filial devotion of Hyllos, his son; and out of the fratricidal strife of Eteoeles and Polynices, there rises, in Antigone, the noblest heroism of womanhood that the poets of Greece or Rome have represented—such a type as Shakespeare may well have taken for his Cordelia or Dante for his Beatrice.
The drama, in its present form, has not come to us directly from the Greek, and in its many transitions beginning about the end of the Middle Ages, it has shed more and more of its pristine grandeur. In this age, where everything is ridiculous, and nothing, in the estimation of everybody, really sensible, true enough it is that we are apt to laugh at the old English Miracle Plays in which we have the whole history of silly Eve, the Magi and the comic wife of Noah confused in a style to which even G. K. Chesterton could hardly do justice. Though the plays infringed all unity of time, and the characters passed over a thousand years in a single act, going from heaven to earth, and then down to hell (rarely, strange to say, the
From the germ of these sprang the Moralities in which most of the ethical abstracts received a habitation and a name. Bold Imagination, Stout Perseverance, Vice the Buffoon and Humankind are a few of the representations, the last being always a weak, vacillating kind of creature.
In the Interludes, of which John Heywood was the master, we have the connecting link with the drama proper. A man who could write a good interlude which would amuse the King stood as good a chance of obtaining a title as one who nowadays can make a sufficient number of thousands by abusing the general public. We can never, however, really forgive Heywood for omitting from his work that universal favorite, the Devil. He was the Chaplin of the age. "My husband, Timothy Tattle, God rest his poor soul!" says good Gossip Tattle, "was wont to say, there was no play without a fool or a devil in't; he was for the Devil still, God bless him! The Devil for his money, would he say, I would fain see the Devil!"
Chief amongst the minor Elizabethian dramatists stands Christopher Marlowe, His poetic genius, his glorious outbursts thrill us with the intensity of his scenes. The lips of his men he touched with a live coal from the altar of his Muse, so that their words fire the heart with their flaming zeal or sear it with their despair. Never to be forgotten is that terrible outcry of Faustus when, at the fatal hour, he comes face to face with the claimant of his soul, or those wonderful lines which Edward II, into whose weak nature he infuses a wonderful personality, says to Winchester:—
Between Marlowe and Shakespeare, however, there is, at least, one difference. The former makes his villains so vile and so atrocious that we feel, especially in the case of Barabas, Fate has delayed too long. In the latter we are made to feel an almost too human sympathy, and to realise that if it had not been for a father's death or a single act of folly, ambition or jealousy, the tragic careers of Macbeth, Hamlet, Lear and Othello might have had a far different conclusion. Grimness and awe-inspiring infelicity are not the only aspects of the drama. Its mission is to interpret the beauty of Fate. It seeks, as Aristotle puts it, to purify the emotions by a healthy exercise. It does with human experience what Painting does with external Nature. There are landmarks in which the beauty is obvious to all; but it is the privilege of the artist to reveal the charm that lies in the scenery, until the ideal can be recognised and Nature becomes Art. The Teuton, perhaps paving the way for us, undertakes to make out that Lady Macbeth was a loving spouse, while the Frenchman dwells not on the speeches of Hamlet—the beauty of which he does not comprehend—but on the greatness of his immortal soul, its vivid sympathy, its tenderness
Neitzsche analyses the failure of the modern drama when he asks: "Why should the artist be under obligations to accommodate himself to a power whose strength is merely in numbers? And if by virtue of his endowments and aspirations, he feels himself superior to everyone of the spectators, how could he feel greater respect for these collective capacities than for the relatively highestendowed spectator.—If this genius, Euripides, had the slightest reverence for the pandemonium of the public, he would have broken down long before by the weight of his own failures." How bitterly did Dryden repent, in the closing days of his life, of his wasting his wonderful genius by pandering to the public. He who sacrifices his soul, his spirit, Himself to the popular demands of an age is no better than he who escapes temptation by succumbing to it. More and more, alas, is man merging what little personality he has into an automaton. For the most part, he speaks in stereotyped phrases, seeking to be intelligible rather han intelligent; he has, in a sense, certain religious and moral views to which all adhere except those who really think at all about them, and he acts up to those conventions which give him a standing among members of his own class. Our dramatists, if we can call them such, are clearly a product of the age. Pinero throws his great intellect and penetrating philosophy to the winds in order that his endings may be happy; Galsworthy, on the other hand, in striving to be gruesome, merely conceals art and reveals the artist; and Shaw, too serious a trifler ever to regard the public as anything but a mechanical plaything, uses drama as a medium for his Fabianistic propaganda just as Browning found in poetry a medium for his great prose. But Bernard Shaw would be an exception in any age. He is certainly not a dramatist, and none of his plays are dramas properly so-called. They are nothing more or less than debates. Each character has something to say, and the hero and heroine, being mover and opposer, naturally say the most. His prefaces either explain his plots or apologise for them.
Our present-day drama is suffering from an artistic miasma—a distinct tendency towards the unwholesome. "A perfect work of art," says Goethe, "is a work of human intellect, and in this sense a work of Nature." Art must seek inspiration from Nature. At the meeting-place of Art and Life stands Drama. It deals with man in his relation to God and to Humanity. In the Grecian schools of dramatic art, Life was the supreme tragedy, the situations of Life being the dramatic possibilities of it. Their greatness lies in the fact that horror was used not as an illustrative medium for horror as is exemplified in "Les Avaries" of Brieux or Ibsen's
"Ghosts," but as a crucible through which the sinners passed before emerging purified with a spirit of good and beauty. Never, in the history of the world, has there been the overwhelming embarrassment of material that is now offered to the dramatist. Let him rift asunder the murky clouds of War, and allow a new light to pour in upon the world. Let him set down to posterity how a nation always great realised that its greatness could never die.
To most students at College, the most noticeable thing about Hugo Mackenzie was his magnificent physique. At yachting, swimming, boxing, his bearing and endurance were outstanding, yet he hated any form of publicity, and this, while keeping him out of competition, probably also led to his modesty and retiring disposition being taken by some for reserve. Of his ability as a student, the fact that he passed his B.A. and qualified for Senior Scholarships in both Latin and French before his 20th birthday is sufficient testimony. But these successes fail to indicate his outstanding mental qualities of breadth, power, grasp and tolerance. Most promising of all was his critical faculty; this, combined with his devotion to truth, has led some of his friends to express the belief that he will bring honor to New Zealand and to V.U.C. In character and personality he recalls Macdougall and de la Mare. Incidentally, his likeness to the latter was demonstrated to a remarkable extent in camp. For there both of them stood unflinchingly for those high standards of truth, justice and honor that has been characteristic of both in their civilian life. Courteous, gentle, firm and modest, broad-minded and tolerant, fearless and spartan in activity of body, unselfish and ruled by scrupulous honor, our College has good reason to be proud of the man who is New Zealand's Rhodes Scholar,
The Defence of the Realm Act.
Mr. James Thompson (late Captain in the N.Z.E.F.) accepted, at very short notice, the position of Assistant Lecturer in French rendered vacant through the death of Mrs. Macphail. Mr. Thompson is a graduate of Otago University, where he gained his M.A. with first-class honors in Latin and French in
Mr. Thompson has had a fine career also in sport. In
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For a number of years the lack of suitable recreation grounds attached to the College has been keenly felt by both men and women students. It is when one retires to that indescribable chaos commonly known as the Men's Common Room, to obtain a few moments' respite from "the maddening throng," and hears pandemonium let loose in the shape of thirty or forty footballers on the top floor, that the need of some such playing fields is forcibly brought home to one. Again, the remarks passed by certain frozen men-students who, intent on becoming thawed at the cheery fire in their common room, find it in the possession of some committee meeting, are not always couched in the best Shakespearian English. The only solution, then, to the existing condition seems to be a new college on a new site, in which every department of student life, both instructive and recreative, will be given full scope for its activities.
Some little while ago a Commission was set up to consider the improvement of that immense clay-patch on which the military barracks now stands and which is commonly known as the Mount Cook site. These gentlemen reported that the site could best be utilised by the formation of a civic centre built up around the present barracks. This was to take the form of a huge rectangular building surrounding the present structure; in it were to be included a Museum, an Art Gallery, a Technical College, Techniological Laboratories, while at the southern end connected up with all these other institutions was to be a University College. This scheme would have most certainly improved the Mount Cook site, but we cannot see how the present position of the University would have been in any way improved by such an arrangement. It is highly probable that residential quarters for the students will be attached to any new building of this kind, and when we consider, in addition, our present need of recreation grounds, we fail to see how this scheme would have in any way bettered our present conditions—nay, we fear that our second plight would have been worse than the first. There does not seem, however, to be any immediate prospect of this scheme being carried out.
A number of other suggestions have been made with regard to a new site for a University College, the latest of which seems to be the most practicable. It appears that the residence of the Governor-General is far from being suitable for his needs, and it has been suggested that a new College be built on the site now occupied by Government House. This site is quite a large one, and would, apparently, be admirably suited to our needs; but whether anything will eventuate from this remains to be seen. In the meantime, we must possess ourselves in patience, awaiting that joyful day when the footballers and members of other clubs will be able to practice without weakening the foundations of the gym., and when that poor, down-trodden man-student will have a common room worthy of the name!
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Professor H. S. Foxwell, an examiner of the New Zealand University, writes: "The purely external form of examination has been the curse of the University of London, and the principal reason for the deplorable condition in which that University now finds itself."
Sir William Ramsay, K.C.B., L.L.D., D.Sc., Principal of Bristol University, writes: "I have examined for the University of New Zealand for four years; having examined in the London University before its reform, for five years. I have much experience of the system of external examinations, and do not hesitate to condemn it utterly. Its worst consequences are to be seen in the Indian Universities, which are thoroughly rotten, where all the work is examinational, and where the results are beneath contempt. The results of my experience in examining for New Zealand have confirmed my conclusions."
Professor Tucker, M.A., Litt. D. (Camb.), of the University of Melbourne, writes: "I should regard the present state of things
Professor Arthur Dendy, D. Sc., King's College, London, writes: "... ... ... A man who is not fit to examine his students is not fit to be a professor. I felt this very strongly when I was myself a professor at Christchurch."
Similar opinions were invited and received from one hundred and fifty of the leading educational authorities of the world. With two exceptions, all answers were to the same effect.
I shall now cite some passages from a speech made by the Honorable Sir Robert Stout in the House of Representatives in
Surely, then, the time is now come when those who are so materially affected by adverse conditions (I mean the students) should ask for fairer treatment. But thereby hangs a tale, and it is rather a sad tale.
"Life is a chase, And Man the hunter always following on, With hounds of rushing thought and fiery sense Some hidden truth or beauty." —Lewis Morris.
Life is certainly very much of a chase at Victoria College. We chase time up the hill to lectures; we chase examinations by the method vulgarly known as "swat"; we chase balls round the football field, tennis court, or gynasium. So that we seem to have very little time for that supreme chase for which Universities are founded—the pursuit of Truth. Now, it is given to very few of us to arrive at truth by ourselves alone; it usually arises from conflict of opinion. Such is the ideal at which our Free Discussion Club strives, and, if we cannot claim to have discovered any great or hidden truth, the very keen interest which continues to be displayed in our meetings shows that the true spirit of the truth-seeker is being kept alive in our College.
There was a large attendance of students at the opening meeting, April 19th. Professor Hunter led the discussion on the question, "What is the chief end of man?" He considered it mainly from the point of view of de
The second discussion took place on May 3rd, and was opened by Miss Crabb, who spoke on the "Prison System." She confined herself to a description of the conditions actually prevailing in one of our largest prisons (Mt. Eden Gaol), and maintained that the methods of discipline employed were arbitrary and unjust, and unnecessarily harsh. In the discussion following, two points of view were mainly stressed. On the one side it was urged that less harsh conditions would not serve as a deterrent to crime, while, on the other side, it was held that fear itself was no deterrent, and that more reformative treatment was necessary.
At the third meeting, May 17th, the replies from the other New Zealand University Colleges re "University Reform," were read, and it was decided to set up a sub-committee to consider the question of further action in the matter. Mr. Jenkins led the discussion on "The Religious Instinct," which he defined as an intuitive desire to do right, and a consciousness of influences external to and greater than ourselves. The way in which this religious instinct develops in the individual, he held, depends largely on environment. So that the reason for adherence to different sects is not so much doctrinal as psychological, and sectarian warfare is not, therefore, justifiable. In the discussion which followed, attempts were made to explicate the true meaning of the word "religion." Defining it from the point of view of development, some considered it originated in fear, others in awe and admiration, others in moral feelings, others in curiosity, and others in attempts to explain the causes of things. One view was expressed that religion implied a personal God, while other views were put forward widening its definition to include worship of any inspiring ideal.
Different people have different ideas about the C.U. It is quite possible that no two people, outside its fold or in it, will quite agree about the scope of its work or the methods to be used. The truth of the matter seems to be somewhat like this: There is agreement among us that the student is a "social animal"—to this every College Club is a witness; but It seems probable to some perverse or adventurous spirits (the epithet depends on your point of view) that he is something more. They have a notion (whether from the learned Teufelsdrockh cannot be known) that "there is an infinite in him." The idea is that the student, who is a "social animal," is also a spiritual animal. The Christian Union, then, is a society of students who find their spiritual ideal in one Jesus, whom they also call Christ.
About fifty "Wikkatorians" went up to Marton at Christmas for the annual Conference of the N.Z. Student Movement. The weather was good, the natives hospitable, lively spirits were not lacking, and the serious business had due time and attention. The mornings and the evenings were given up to study, addresses, discussion and devotions; in the afternoon all hands made merry. Moods shifted "from grave to gay" in happy alternation. The principal speakers were Rev. R. H. Hobday, M.A., Rev. A. B. Chappell, M.A., Miss I. Macdonald, M.A., the Bishop or Wellington, Rev. E. P. Blamires, Miss C. Cruickshank, M.A., M. Sc., Miss D. Gavan, M.A., and Capt. W. H. Pettit. Dr. Pettit also acted as Chairman for the Conference meetings.
During the long vacation a series of discussions were arranged on "Issues of the War." These were well attended, and roused a good deal of interest. Particulars of the studies are given below.
The difficulty of getting students with such little time at their disposal to join study circles is not less than in previous years. However, about a hundred students are doing study circle work. Most of the circles are studying the "Acts of the Apostles"; some are doing Forduk's "Manhood of the Master." A class for systematic study of Old Testament literature is being conducted by Miss England. This year's book is "Ezekiel."
The opening general meeting was addressed by Prof. Easterfield on "Life Needs of Students." This was one of the best addresses we have had. Miss D. Gavin, M.A., spoke on "What is Christianity?" The third meeting was addressed by Mr. E. J. D. Hercus, M.A.His subject was "The Case for Missions." Mr. Hercus also led four mission study circles on the same subject. Other speakers on the syllabus for the first term are: Rev. A. M. Johnson, M.A. ("The Message of the Bible to the People of To-day"), and Mr. E. K. Lomas, M.A., M.Sc. ("Christianity and Citizenship").
On Saturday, April 20th, a whole day conference was held at Seatoun. Sixty or seventy students were present and spent a good day. Besides students, the speakers included Rev. A. M. Johnson and Rev. Robertson Orr.
The Handbook was produced as usual this year, and again proves its usefulness to all students.
Miss D. Gavin, Travelling Secretary for the N.Z. S.C.M., visited the Union from 26th April to May 3rd.
This year's vacation studies roused very great interest among students and ex-students. The speakers, in each case, attacked the problem very earnestly and thoroughly, and the ensuing discussions brought to light not a few informing illustrations and improving opinions.
The first discussion, on "International Issues," was introduced by Mr. J. H. Sheat. The discussion ranged around the following points:—
For the second discussion, Mr. B. Blake, M.A., wrote a paper. The following considerations came up for discussion:—
Miss M. England introduced the "Educational Issue." Special attention was drawn to Prof. Hunter's address, "Education or Downfall." The points at issue were:—
Mr. D. J. B. Seymour, MA., took in hand the "Military Jesus." Discussion centred in the following questions:—
The discussion on the "Religious Issues" was introduced by Prof. Sommerville. A good deal of discussion ranged around the ideas of Mr. G. H. Wells, whose solution of the religious problem commended itself to the Professor.
An address was given by Mr. F. G. Dalziell on "National Reconstruction." Mr. Dalziell had recently returned from the Old Country and brought with him some new ideas of reconstruction. His address was most interesting.
The chair was taken in all the discussions by Dr. Gibb.
After the beginner has mastered the position and moves of the various men, the problem confronting him is that of chess openings.
There are various conventional ways of opening a game of chess, all of which determine, to some extent the type of game that ensues. Knowledge about these openings has, however, become so exact that the deciding point in a contest is rarely reached till the end game. It is very necessary, therefore, that a player should be conversant with the intricacies of this part of the game.
"It would not be easy," an authority tells us, "to define exactly when the end-game in chess begins. Generally speaking, it is that part of the game in which the kings, no longer timidly sheltering themselves, come to the front and assert their powers as fighting men."
Very accurate knowledge of principles is required in endings, and players cannot gain this more surely than by studying problems of the type given above. Members will find collections in the Club Library, which has lately been extended by a donation of books from Professor Garrow.
"Mark you, a passing shrewd crack on the shins. Let's tell o'er our knocks. Nay, friends, the tale Were overlong. I did come home in sections, And spend the morrow picking up the pieces." —Measure for Measure.
Last season's wish that we should win the senior competition, unfortunately, did not materalise, and we had to be content with the position of runners-up for the second successive year. The final was played against Petone, but casualties and want of condition told on us, and the game ended in a very easy victory for our opponents. Several of the team have since joined the forces, yet, with the material at our disposal, we should be able to give a very good account of ourselves this season.
The annual meeting was held on April 11th, when Professor Hunter presided over a good attendance. The balance-sheet showed the club to be in a good position financially. So far, one hundred and thirteen members of the club have joined the colors, and of these eighteen have been killed.
This season the Rugby Union has removed the age limit restriction from the competition, as the reason for which it was imposed no longer exists. As a result, we are able to play a few players who were debarred last season, but in this respect have not benefited as much as several other clubs have. The season is now a month old, and the senior team has played three games. Very good form was shown in these matches, especially among the backs, and, with a little training, the team should be difficult to defeat. Owing to the good support afforded by the members, we were able to enter a team in the Third Grade Competition, and although the running of this team caused a little anxiety at first, it has now been efficiently organised and promises to have a successful season. This season the committee has been trying to recommence the annual fixture with Canterbury University College, and arrangements for a game on June 3rd have been proceeding satisfactorily.
To date, the following game have been played: The annual seven-a-side tournament was held on April 27, and for the third successive year we were runners-up. First round: 'Varsity A beat Oriental, 10-nil;'Varsity B drew with Athletic, 3-3. The game was decided by tossing, and Athletic won. Second round: 'Varsity A beat Athletic, 18-3; Semi-final: 'Varsity A beat Wellington College, 10-5. Final: 'Varsity A lost to Hutt, 0-3.
v. Petone: Won 10-9. We commenced the season by playing Petone, last year's champions, at the Athletic Park on May 4th. The game was noteworthy for the good play that prevailed throughout. During the first spell, Petone scored two unconverted tries and managed to stave off our attacks. In the second half we attacked strongly, and Morton, who was conspicuous throughout, scored two good tries, both of which he converted. Shortly before time, Petone scored again in an easy position, but failed with the kick. It was very gratifying to see, or, rather, to hear, the numerous 'Varsity supporters who lined the field.
v. Old Boys: Won 16-6. This match was played on May 11th, and was also strenuously contested. The opposing forwards had rather the better of the game, and it was to the good play of our backs that we owed the victory. At half-time we led by 5-3. In the second half the backs showed good combination and succeeded in crossing the line three more times. All the backs played splendid games, and it is useless to mention names. Individually the forwards played well, but lacked co-operation. Tries were scored by Barker (2), Pope and Aitken, Morton converting two.
v. Poneke: Lost 3-25. This game was played on May 18th. On this occasion we had a day out, and were defeated by 25 to 3. Our solitary score was the result of a brilliant run by Gillespie. The cause of the defeat was the poor collaring of the backs, who would not go low. The forwards, though considerably lighter than their opponents, played a good game.
The following Third Grade matches were played: v. Old Boys: Won 9-5. This game was played at Lyall Bay on May 11th. The team played very well and showed good form. Tries were scored by Kitching and Hunt, and Irwin kicked a penalty.
v. Railway: Draw, 3-3. The match was played at Kilbirnie on May 18th. The ground was in a very rough state, and a ragged game ended in a draw. Anderson scored for 'Varsity.
The old gymnasium rang with lusty choruses on the night of the inaugural meeting of this club. Heremaite Aitken was elected to the chair, and without the usual ceremony the club was formed. Its sponsors were wit, hilarity and good fellowship. There was some discussion as to whether the club should be formed, but it was so formed. The membership is restricted to men students only, although they do like the ladies, "there are moments when men want to be alone," as the hen-pecked husband said when enduring a curtain lecture. The club has a patron, Prof. Clarke; President (or Timana) Jenkins; Komiti,: Aitken, Barker, Lusk; Secretary (or Timoni) "Smiler" Morton. There is a different chairman presiding at each meeting, and two new members are added for the purpose of assisting at each meeting, after which they retire, and are replaced by two new members. The name of club was voted on, the suggested names being the Haeremai Club, the Welcome Club, and the Jenkins' Memorial Club. Mr. Evans considered the last sugges ion frivolous, which upset Timana. One facetious member blandly asked "Has Mr. Evans proposed," and on that worthy answering in the affirmative, the interrogation followed, "Who to?" On the president's receiving his official name, it was immediately parodied to Tomato Jenkins. The College haka was practised, and the heights of Salamanca rang with the jolly cheers and hakas on the termination of a very cheerful and happy meeting. Two meetings of the club have been held and have proved a great success. It is anticipated that early in the second term the club will produce Mr. Leicester's farce, "Dido v. Aeneas," and that the talent of the town and gown (as they say at Oxford, don't you know) will also assist. On that auspicious occasion ladies will be invited. The mere male students anticipate receiving kinder attention from the fair sex until that show comes off. Afterwards won't there be some trouble?
"How swift and short Our time of folly and our time of sport."
The annual general meeting of this club, held in the Gymnasium on April 25th, was well attended. If the members show a similar interest throughout the season, the club will have a very successful year.
This term, practices have been held on Thursdays at 8 p.m. The committee has decided to hold additional practices in the afternoon on Kelburn Park. It is hoped that these practices will be well attended, so that a team may be formed and matches may be played against other Wellington basketball clubs.
On Thursday, May 23rd, a practice match was held, Arts v. Science. During the first spell neither side scored, consequently the second spell caused much excitement. After a very even game, Science scored a win, 6-4.
During the season the University Tennis Club has been one of the most live tennis clubs in the city. The large number of women players and of men players below military age has made it possible to keep the best of all summer games from falling from favour, and from being considered a pastime that should be postponed until after the war. No reason can be found for abandoning tennis while all other sports are continued.
The committee has expended the sum of, roughly, eleven pounds in renewing the wire netting at the end of the courts, and feels that all players who use the courts early in the season approve of this action.
It is much to be regretted that the College Council has not yet been able to put in hand the concreting of the high clay banks at the end of the court furthest from the College building.
The thanks of the Club are due to the College Council for its action, in response to a request from the committee, in putting an end to the custom of all and sundry residents of Kelburn using the tennis courts as a short cut to and from town.
In view of the many unsuccessful efforts that have been made by the former committees of the College Tennis Club to obtain permission from the College Council to use the club courts on Sundays, it is worthy of note that the City Council this summer, after thoroughly thrashing out the question of the morality or otherwise of Sunday tennis, has opened the Municipal Courts at Day's Bay for Sunday play. The committee is entirely in sympathy with those broad-minded members of the City Council who faced the problem honestly and pointed out that there are many ways in with the youth of the day may, and, in fact, do, spend their leisure time—ways that are immeasurably more injurious to health and morals than the innocent game of tennis, and that these other "pastimes," if such they may be called, are checked by no control of any kind, and are not even censured by public opinion.
No inter-club matches have been played in Wellington this season, so that the committee has had to depend on its own initiative in arranging matches. Teams travelled to Otaki on the 28th November last year, and also on Anniversary Day, and on each occasion won by a narrow margin.
The Club has once more to express its gratitude to the Otaki Tennis Club for arranging for our team matches that are beginning to be considered among the annual fixtures of the club.
Later in the season, a team of College men players defeated a combined Island Bay team at Island Bay, and a team of men and ladies from the Wellington Club beat us on our own courts.
A large number of club members participated in the Wellington Provincial Tennis Tournament, which was held during last Easter on the Brougham Hill and University Club courts. It was originally intended that the tournament should be held on the grass courts at Day's Bay. This was, however, found impossible, owing to the heavy rain which fell on Easter Thursday and Good Friday. The Wellington Lawn Tennis Association Executive greatly appreciated the action of the committee in offering the use of the College courts for playing off the semi-final and final events of the tournament Congratulation is due to all members of the
Blazers were awarded for the year
Great improvement has been noticed in the play of the junior members of the club, and this is to no small extent due to the innovation of a coaching committee, consisting of the older members of the club.
The "Spike" committee has asked for a brief criticism of the leading players of the club.
Miss Atmore, who has for some time held the top place on the ladies ladder, was prevented by a rural sojourn, combined with the effects of an illness, from actively participating in tennis during the latter part of the season. She was, however, in good form during most of the season. She is rarely beaten in inter-club matches, and we are fortunate in having a lady player who sets such a high standard of tennis in the club.
Miss M. Sievwright sets a very high standard of play, relies more on steadiness and strength than spectacular work. She is especially good in doubles, which fact she showed to advantage by her success in the double events of the Easter tournament.
Miss Fenton, when in form, plays an excellent game, though occasionally has an "off" day. She puts a twist on the ball which rather harasses an opponent who is unused to playing her. She is a good doubles player, and has met with great success in inter-club matches.
Miss Neumann did not play very much during the year. She is hardly up to last year's form.
Miss I. Sievwright is a consistent player, and can always be depended upon to play a good game.
Miss R. Sievwright has improved enormously this season, which fact is probably due to assiduous practice.
A. J. McLennan has deservedly been first player in the team throughout the season. He usually wins when he decides that he wants to. He is sometimes too inclined to want to win a point on his first stroke.
R. A. Howie, who has for two years held the position of second place on the ladder, plays a first-class game. When in form he has a particularly strong swerve and is also most accurate in placing. He occasionally strikes bad form, and is particularly unlucky in this respect in matches, but when on his game, he is probably the best all-round player in the club.
M. M. Smith has played third man in all matches, and is, perhaps, the most consistent player in the team. He has a splendid drive, and severely punishes those who play to his forehead. He is also very reliable at net.
W. E. Leicester is a young and promising player. Few players of tennis have had, at his age, so many successful contests with older and leading provincial players as he has. He has the accuracy and endurance of a first class player, and, with a little more force in his strokes, he will be a dangerous man.
C. G. Turner plays a free game and is not cramped by a lack of knowledge of the strokes that makes good tennis. When playing his best games it is difficult to say how near the first place in the team he deserves.
Byrne and Wiren have played consistently during the year and have steadily improved their play.
Aitken has probably shown more improvement during the season than any other of our men players.
It is to be hoped that tennis during the winter months will pave the way to a successful season next year.
"How is this reason (which is their reason) to gauge a scholar's worth By casting a ball at three straight sticks and defending the same with the fourth."
—Kipling.
In reviewing the past season, one cannot help feeling a sense of lively satisfaction in the doings of the team and of the club in general. Yet, as in former years, we regret to say that the men students have not shown the interest in the club they might have done. It is a lamentable fact that there are quite a number of good cricketers attending College who did not lend the Cricket Club their support during the long vacation. Nevertheless, our hopes run high for next season, and we would urge every man student who knows a ball from a bat to join our ranks and support the fair reputation of the 'Varsity in athletic circles.
At the end of last season much dissatisfaction was felt by the members attending College at the increasing number of "outsiders" who were playing for 'Varsity. This has been remedied this season, however, and the club, though small, is entirely a College club. We regret to say that we have been compelled to loose our senior status, but the keenest satisfaction has been evidenced by every member at the season's play. The practice pitches at Kelburn Park have been all that could be desired, and granted the solid support of all the men students, there is no reason why a senior team should not be entered next season.
We did not manage to carry off the laurels in the competition, yet only two teams—Hutt A and Wellington College—secured more points than us. It is a significant fact that in our three defeats, we could not muster a full eleven. The number of pressing engagements members had out of town on these days were indeed remarkable.
The following is a record of the team's exploits during the season:—
v. Ordnance: Won by 115 runs on the first innings. Ward 70, Morton 37, Burns 29, Hemery 25, Graham 25, Raines 22, were mainly responsible for our score of 258. Woods (4 wickets for 28) and Dwyer (5 wickets for 35) were the "star" bowlers for the day. A good start-off.
v. Scot's College: Won by 67 runs. Our first showing (83) was the worst of the whole season. Things improved in the second innings, however, Morton knocking up 88 and Raines 51. Woods (5 for 13 and 6 for 38) did havoc amongst our opponents' wickets.
v. Munitions: Lost by an innings and 148 runs. This is the one disappointing feature of our matches. Their team was not a strong one, and our eight men should have made a better showing. But why revive a black past?
v. Hutt A: Lost by 10 wickets. This team won the junior championship. We made 90 (Graham 19 and 85, Dwyer 31). The local team compiled 155, and in the second innings made the necessary runs to win without losing a wicket. Woods took 3 wickets for 12 on a pitch that could hardly be described as new.
v. Old Boys: Won by an innings and 61 runs. The outstanding feature of this game was the fine stand made by Barker (98) and Kane (111 re
v. Base Records: Won by 35 runs on the first innings. Dwyer (27) and Morton (20) were the principal scorers. Morton secured a good average on a soft wicket—6 for 25. This match was not finished owing to rain on the following Saturday.
v. North: Won by 59 runs on the first innings. Graham 48, Morton 42, Barker 35, Aitken 22, Kane 20, distinguished themselves at the wickets. Morton took 3 wickets for 44. Had North had a full team, it is doubtful whether we would have won so easily.
v. Wellington College: Lost by an innings and 15 runs. Barker 44, Pope 29, Dwyer 24 and 21, played a good game. Quite a sensation was caused by Jenkins, who took two wickets in one over.
v. Hutt B: Won by 9 wickets. Our second visit up country was a bit more successful. Aitken 45, Barker 35, Kane 23 not out, and Dwyer 21 were mainly responsible for our total of 119. Woods's average of 6 wickets for 11 was the best of the season.
It may, perhaps, give one an idea of the prowess of each member of the team to glance at the averages, remembering that a man's play cannot always be judged by mere figures.
Batting averages: Barker 26.1, Morton 24.3, Kane 21.0, Dwyer 16.9, Graham 16.4, Aitken 14.2, Raines 10.1. Bowling averages: Woods, 52 wickets, average 9.3; Morton, 22 wickets, average 9.6; Raines, 12 wickets, average 28.1.
In complying with a request to supply a criticism of the 'Varsity XI., the writer reflects that a criticism is necessarily a finding of faults, and if the standard set is perfection, it follows that faults can be found in everyone; but the writer would remind players that, though he mainly mentions their faults, he has stated his view in the hope that they will be useful to those players that desire to improve by ascertaining and correcting their imperfections.
*Aitken: Safe catch, and a good long field, who gave evidence of previous experience that with more practice would have put him among the first batsmen in the team. He has made good scores, but has not the knack yet of putting his body into his strokes. Skill in this depends chiefly upon the placing of the feet.
*Barker: A player with a very good "eye," who improved so rapidly that in a few months he became one of our fastest scoring and most aggressive batsmen. He scored one century, and with better use of his feet and reach in forward play he should score others. A safe catch, who fields well in any position.
Burns: An excellent wicket-keeper whose services we lost early in the season. In this capacity he was a tower of strength in the team. A cricket team without a good wicket-keeper is like a football team without a good half-back, or a scrum without a good lock. We simply must have a good wicket-keeper next season.
Dwyer: A left-banded batsman who showed marked improvement towards the latter part of the season. Like most left-handers, his strong strokes were on the leg side, and he is inclined to use them too freely; he can make some good off shots, and should practise the straight drive. With the confidence that comes of experience, he should develop into a really good batsman. A splendid field at cover-point, with an excellent return.
Graham: A safe batsman of correct style, but rather inclined to too much defensive play on fast wickets, where the best defence is forward play unless the length forces one back. Has played some useful innings, but not aggressive enough for an opening batsman. Should practise bowling slow or medium off break. Could be keener in the field.
Greig: A useful bowler of good, natural action and length. As a batsman, too reckless, and as a fieldsman too hasty.
These members were awarded a cricket blazer.
Jenkins: An enthusiast new at the game. Made good improvement in fielding. As a batsman, should adopt a more free and aggressive style. One of his stature and activity, by practice, should develop into a useful medium-to-fast bowler.
Kane: A useful left-hand bowler of good length and slight break-back. He is difficult to score off when on the wicket, and with the accuracy that comes of much practice he should be very dangerous. Bats well right-handed though a little cramped; has scored a century, and with more freedom of style and better use of his feet, he should become a consistent scorer.
Kirk: An excellent secretary who has the cricketer's best asset—enthusiasm. By adopting a freeer style he began to improve in batting towards the end of the season, and he shows promise of becoming a mediumpace bowler.
Pope: A new member of the team who will be one of our best batsmen next season. Makes good, clean strokes all round the wicket—aggressive as well as defensive. A smart field.
Shoreland: Did not play in many matches, but gave promise of being a valuable addition to the team next season.
Smith: Another new member. Left-handed batsman with an attractive, forceful style; fast scorer with good attack. Also left-handed bowler with good pace and length. Good field. He and Pope form a valuable pair for next season.
Ward: One of the best batsmen, bowlers, and fielders in the team. He bats very freely, and has good, clean strokes all round the wicket. A good, fast bowler of good length who, perhaps, takes it out of himself, a little too much, in his run. Good field. He went into camp about the middle of the season, unfortunately for the team and for cricket in general, as he was just ready to step into senior ranks to finish off.
Woods: A very good fast bowler with good length who comes-in slightly from the off. He should stick to this one ball, practice it and bowl no other. His action is good and his pace should increase during next season. Can make runs when he bats freely. Not keen enough in the field.
As was the case last year, the executive of the club decided that a small sports gathering should be held early in the first term. Arrangements were accordingly made and the Professional Board kindly consented to cancel all lectures between 5 and 6 p.m. on Friday the 5th April, thereby helping to ensure the success of the club's effort.
The events were held on Kelburn Park in rather unfavorable weather—in fact, during the afternoon it was thought that a postponement would be
Many members of the College staff and a large number of students were present at the meeting, which consisted of three events, namely, 100 yds Handicap (two heats and final), One Mile Handicap, and 440yds Handicap.
The handicapping was certainly all that could be desired, as each race was very keenly contested, the finishes being remarkably close.
Detailed results were as follows:—
100 yds Handicap: 1st heat—H. C. Jenkins (scr), 1; A. Jackson (lyd.), 2. Time, 10 4-5 sec. Second heat—G. H. Lusk (scr), 1; H. D. C. Adams (5yds), 2. Time, 11 1-5sec. Final—A. Jackson (1yd.), 1; G. H. Lusk (scr.), 2. Time, llsec.
One Mile Handicap: Wilkie (80yds.), 1; Futter (80yds.), 2; Time, 5min. 21sec.
440yds Handicap: G. G. Aitken (scr.), 1; N. A. J. Barker (scr.), 2. Time, 59 4-5 sec.
Altogether the meeting was most enjoyable and interesting, and the performances augur well for this University's chances of regaining the N.Z. Inter-University Athletic Shield when the present great conflict is over and amateur sports again come into their own.
Again battling through adverse circumstances, owing to the warlike conditions prevailing, the club has still managed to "carry on." Our former members now at the front are greatly missed, but it is, nevertheless, encouraging to see the enthusiasm accorded to the Club's activities by this year's freshmen. To carry on against such odds as we are now experiencing is the best way we can show our appreciation of the noble work done by those fighting at the front.
The club has indeed commenced the year with a vim that bodes well for the coming season and gives promise of upholding its former traditions. Owing to the gradual falling-off of attendance through many of our financial members joining the colors, it was reluctantly, found expedient to dispense with the valuable assistance of Mr. Tim Tracey. It is hoped, however, to engage him again, in order that our new members may be well and scientifically initiated into the mysteries of the gentle art of boxing.
Provided that enough men are willing to compete, some hope is also extended of reviving the ever-popular boxing tournament, in the shape of a V.U.C. boxing contest. However, the accomplishment of this scheme rests with present members giving their adequate support to the executive's proposals.
Last year started off well, bolstered up with the addition of a few keen members, but the same old cry of "swat" was raised towards the end of
It is only natural that most of our pugilists should feel the call to arms, and it behoves those remaining manfully to "carry on" with a determination that will speak well for the existence of the club as a live and flourishing institution after the war.
With the present capable executive, backed up by many energetic members, great things may be expected from the club, and the manliest of sports will still hold a place in the forefront of 'Varsity life.
"Year after year debaters blaze and fade, scarce marked the dial, ere departs the shatie."— Lytton.
With feelings almost akin to those of shame, we review the work of the Debating Society for the past six months. When in a mood of retrospection we recall the closing debates of last year, and then think of the Debating Society of pre-war days, the great contrast that presents itself compels us to consider the position seriously. Of a truth, "How are the mighty fallen!" What is the cause of this falling off in the enthusiasm for debating? Are students cast in a more frivolous mould than in former days, when a practice dance at a kindred institution means an audience of two? Can the men at College no longer see the value of getting practice in clearly expressing their thoughts? Where are the budding orators from the law faculty? A few enthusiasts only have kept the Debating Society from becoming but a memory. However, let us hope that better times are in store for the Society, and that this year it may regain much of the prestige and Influence that it boasted of in former years.
The Union Prize for the year
The one bright spot in the year's debating was the enthusiasm of some of the new speakers. Excellent work in the Plunket Medal Competition was done by Messrs. Miller (who was not only placed second to Miss Neumann, but also was successful in gaining the New Speakers' prize), Leicester, Sutherland, and Kirk, and with these men in our midst, the competition for the Union Prize this year should be very interesting.
The annual meeting proved as uninteresting and monotonous as annual meetings (except those of the Students' Association) generally do.
It is proposed this year to hold a friendly debate with the Social Democratic Party, but owing to the lateness of commencing activities, this debate will not be held till next term. The reading circle will also be revived, If possible, and a place will be found on the Programme for a mock trial or a mock parliament.
So far, only one debate has been held this year, so that there is very little to report on. This debate, held on May nth, was on the question of the attitude of the Press in relation to the war. The censorship was upheld by Mr. Leicester and Mr. Barker, and attacked by Miss Neumann and Mr. Miller. As usual, the "proverbial red herring" was introduced, and the debate wandered blissfully away from the subject. However, this standard of debate was quite good and the speakers acquitted themselves well, showing considerable promise for the year. The Society was fortunate in having Mr. G. G. G. Watson, M.A. L.L.B., as judge, and his kindly criticism and helpful suggestions were appreciated by all, speakers and audience alike. For the purpose of the Union Prize, he placed the speakers in the following order: Mr. Leicester 1, Mr. Kirk 2, Miss Neumann 3, J. H. Sheat and W. Sheat 4th equal.
This year we have not lost many of last year's speakers "Gin" as chairman will not have an opportunity of giving so many of his well-known "impromptu speeches." Others have gone into camp, but the freshers are coming forward in great style to fill up the gaps.
The following is a review of the leading members of the club:
Miss Neumann is handicapped somewhat by her position of vice-chairman. She has a beautiful voice and knows how to use it. Whenever quietness and simplicity are required, Miss Neumann gets there with the audience and judge alike.
Among the men there are two who stand out conspicuously. They are Messrs Leicester and Kirk. Mr. Leicester has a "Bernard Shaw" touch about him. He is a fluent speaker and has a good vein of irony which tells in many ways. In reply, he is strong and quick to see his advantages.
Mr. Kirk, to our way of thinking, is an orator. Let Mr. Kirk have a sympathetic subject, let him speak first, having prepared his speech with the "prettiest" English he can find, and he will beat anyone in the Society. But in reply he needs much practice.
Mr. Miller we like to listen to. He is soothing, and sometimes quite humorous. If Mr. Miller could realise that the debating platform is not a pulpit, we have no hesitation in saying that his chances for the Union Prize would be considerably improved.
Mr. Barker is chatty. We like him. He does not make us think very deeply, but keeps us amused and not very bored. With practice, Mr. Barker should become a most convincing speaker.
Our old friend, Mr. Joseph Sheet could debate if he would. His presence of mind would make him easy on the platform, and his flow of English is good and easy.
There are a good number of new speakers this year, and competition for the New Speakers' Prize should be keen.
Mr. Martin-Smith brings a nice voice and a good manner. When he has found the pitch required for the hall and he has had a little practice he will become quite a "snag."
Mr. W. Sheat is going to make the pace fairly brisk in the race for new speaking honors. He has a good style, and with a little platform experience should develop into a good debater.
"Other things being equal," good prospects are before the Debating Society this year. Keen competition always improves the standard of speaking in a society, and the competitions seem to be keener this year than they have been for some time. Anyway, good luck to the "Talking Club."
On this subject we are Silent!
"I suffer too; but then I am silent."
—Balzac
This year the Glee Club has begun with a membership of seventy, and promises to do good work, if all the members continue to be as enthusiastic throughout the year as they have commenced by being.
This term we hope to do, as well as glees, something in the nature of an operetta.
At the opening social and dance, several members of the Glee Club contributed items. In November of last year concerts were given at Porirua Mental Hospital and at the Y.M.C.A. Hall, Trentham.
This year one or two changes have taken place in connection with the management and the running of "The Spike." The committee now consists of an editor, three sub-editors (representing Arts, Science and Law), a representative from the Graduates Association, and last, but by no means least, a financial secretary. Mr. A. E. Caddick has been appointed by the Graduates' Association as their representative, and we are delighted to have him back once more on this committee. He is, as always, a tower of strength to us, both with practical help and with suggestions. It is the wish of the Students' Association Executive that the present students at V.U.C. keep in closer touch with past students, and, in order to do this, certain pages in "The Spike" are to be devoted to news likely to be of interest to past students, these pages to be under the care of the representative of the Graduates' Association. Unfortunately, Mr. Caddick has not had sufficient time to prepare these pages for this issue, and, apart from original contributions (we always hope for "something" from certain of the past students, and they seldom disappoint us), no special effort has been made in this direction. We hope, however, to make a start in the next issue.
The October issue of
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In the
The objections I have heard raised against this proposal fall under two endings: (1) That it penalises unduly those clubs whose main activities are carried on in the summer, since their reports would appear so late that members would have lost interest by that time.
There is an interval of four months only between the two issues of "The Spike." Is it true, then, that in that short time interest will wane? Besides, the suggestion was first brought forward by a keen cricketer P. B. Broad, and was, and is, strongly supported by an equally keen cricketer, A. E. Caddick.
(2) The second objection is, that to the majority of students, the club reports in the magazine are the only thing of real interest to them. Hence It is possible that there would be a decided slump in the June sales of "The Spike." I do not really feel inclined to treat this objection seriously. I think the students would buy the College magazine as they buy tickets for College concerts, etc.—there may be nothing in them, but they are run by the students, presumably for the benefit of students, and so the students will, and do, support them.
Now I come to another important reason for the change. We are at present, not laying sufficient stress on the purely literary contributions to the magazine—contributions that are the only ones in the magazine that will be likely to be of more than passing interest. Perhaps you have never read old copies of "The Spike!"—they are in the library. If you do, I do not think that you will linger over club reports; but it is well worth while to read "How V.C. Bachelors' Club Stock Fell Below Par," or the "Ode on the Laying of the Foundation Stone of Victoria College,
Finally, I should like the clubs themselves to discuss the matter, preferably under the following motion: That it is in the interests of the clubs as a whole to have one complete account of the year's work of each club, to be published in the October issue of "The Spike."
I do not think it is for the editor arbitrarily to adopt this change, nor do I think each club should consider it from its point of view only; but the change should take place only after the majority have considered the question with regard to the interests of the College as a whole, and have voted accordingly. So I leave the matter to the College clubs and await their decision.
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This year there has been an excellent response from the students in the form of original contributions. A truly remarkable number of poems have made their appearance; some of these, it is true, are not up to "Spike" standard, others it has been found necessary to hold over for the present; but it is most encouraging to the committee to have so many sent in. We should like to express to all the embryo poets our appreciation of their efforts. Ideas they have in plenty, but often they lack poetic expression, often there is an unfortunate disregard of metre. We advise that they study rules of poetic diction, and for this purpose suggest that they read "An Introduction to Poetry," by O. Elton—it is in the library.
Our thanks are also due to those students who have produced some new pictorial headings for the various club reports. It is many years since we had a change, and it is a most pleasant surprise to find that we have some such artists among us.
"No quarrel, but a slight contention."
—Henry VI.
Dear Mr. Spike,—The special general meeting of the V.U.C.S.A., which met in the gym. on May 9th, seems to me to call for some comment. The meeting was called to consider two matters of importance to those interested in the welfare of College life. These matters were:—
The first motion, "That the V.U.C.S.A. endorse the motion of the C.U.C.S.A.," was passed after some short discussion. The purpose of the Senate in framing this clause was, it would seem, to equalise the Arts course with that of Science. The general feeling of the meeing was, however, that the Arts course would be unduly penalised by the introduction of an extra subject. The fact was also emphasised that the present Arts course gave some scope for real thoroughness of knowledge in the subjects chosen, which, by the addition of an extra subject, would be interfered with. It was also asked whether the Science course might not fittingly be so altered as to equalise it with the Arts standard. It was further pointed out that the inclusion of an extra subject would hamper the Arts' student in his honors course. Perhaps the solution of the matter lies in so shaping the Arts course as to allow of one language for honors, which would allow the student yet more opportunity for what we most need at the present time—accuracy of knowledge and original work.
The second motion, "That the V.U.C.S.A affiliate with the Women's National Council," received no fair handling, and the motion, after many interruptions and much waste of time, was lost.
Miss Nicholls was good enough to put the situation before the meeting. It may be summed up thus: The aims of the Women's National Council are:—To act as the mouthpiece of women's societies; to secure equality of treatment for women with men; to remove all restrictions against women's standing for Parliament.
It was explained that other associations which include men and women had affiliated, and that there is nothing in the constitution of the V.U.C.S.A. to prevent affiliation. The pros. and cons. were next stated. The disadvantages were summarised as none, and the advantages as follows:—
It was a keen disappointment to those who had hoped much from the motion, when it was lost by some five votes. The meeting, be it added, was throughout especially remarkable for its noise—noise strangely unrelieved by any interval of wit or humor on the part of the noise-makers. No one acquainted or unacquainted with College, passing within the vicinity of the gym, on this night, would have been persuaded that important problems were being decided upon. Indeed, the most striking feature of the evening was the inability—on the part of the noise-makers—to appreciate the fact that there were any problems to be faced. Might it be suggested that it
In conclusion, I should like to add one fact—that a special general meeting is not called unless there be some matter of importance to be considered; some matter which touches all and requires sincere thinking and voting by all.—I am, etc.,
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Dear "Spike,"—It has been laid upon me to emerge from the retirement which I find more suited to my temper and ability, and to draw your attention to an unfortunate feature of our College life. When I remember the ready way in which you have espoused reforms in the past, when I remember the splendid indifference you are accustomed to show to the clamors of our College Grundies, it is with a good deal of confidence and with high hopes of success that I appeal to you to lend your aid to the task of removing this reproach from our midst.
It is not other than we may expect that a young person of respectable antecedents and of average cleverness, with three or four years of Latin grammar, a year or two of Education or Philosophy, and a session of the Free Discussions' Club behind him, infused with the University spirit, possessed of the open mind and a pure hatred of dogma and convention, in a word, having breathed the atmosphere of a thoroughly intellectual place like our College—it is, I say, to be expected that such a one will be able to detect a good deal of weakness and a good deal of foolishness in the multitude from whom he has sprung, in the "lower orders." This is to be expected. But if the young person thus able to detect the weakness and foolishness of others, his inferiors, persists in their error, and discovering inconsistency and shallowness in the plebians straightway gives himself up to superficiality and vanity which differ only in their setting, we who contemplate these transactions may well ask if the last state is better t an the first. That among us such young persons are many, and the rule rather than the exception, is clear. He who above all things loves truth and sincerity in deed as in word, perceiving our state may well cry in despair, "Humbug of Humbugs—all is Humbug!"
Indeed, it seems clear to me who am not a pessimist, that this word above all, most fitly describes us; upon our forehead is written a name, and the name is Humbug. We cannot open our mouths without affecting a stupid intonation, we gush where we might be eager, we strive to be singular and modern. For God's sake, let us have done with what is unreal and untrue! Everyone knows we are fools; why should we affect such wisdom? Humbly let us learn who would instruct, sincerely let us follow who would lead. The essence and perfection of humbug surely lies in a man's saying what he does not know, and feigning to be what he is not. Let us speak the truth and be ourselves. Those of us who are accustomed to take the opportunity that is afforded by the Free Disscussions Club of enjoying a little mental relaxation have lately been hearing a good deal about knowing ourselves and loving ourselves. Is it possible that there is a need that we turn our attention for a while to that other precept, "Be thyself"?
The admirable "A.K.H.B." has left us an essay on "Things that cannot go on." I am persuaded that if we are to love wisdom and possess it, if our College is indeed to teach us this, the glorification of humbug is one thing which cannot go on. Soon may it, covering its nakedness with rags or adorned with fine clothing, be damned to the deepest Gehanna, and raise its detestable members among us no more. Who shall deliver us from the thraldom of humbug?—I am, dear "Spike," sincerely yours,
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Dear "Spike,"—Have you noticed the way in which our worthy and esteemed Students' Association Executive made arrangements for the Capping concert this year? For the first time since the war, a student came forward with a suggested sketch for Capping. The Executive immediately appointed
The next move is this. The sub-committee, consisting, for the most part, of students who have done very little in the way of amateur theatricals, and of ex-students who do not know the talent available, accept the first three plays offered and immediately cast them, in total ignorance of the requirements of each character. What is the result? Firstly, at a meeting of the prospective casts, three of the best performers refuse to act owing to the unsuitability of the plays selected or to the unsuitability of the character. Again, it is found that the very student who had gone to so much trouble to help in the capping, had been slighted in such a way that not even a small part in any of the three plays was assigned to him. Such an action, I think, should be severely censured. However, the Executive has not even yet decided what is to be done. Lo! and behold! inside a week another arrangement has been made. Two of the plays have been cut out and a capping extravaganza substituted.
Now, dear "Spike," what are the remedies for these mistakes? To my mind, the first is this: If the Executive need a sub-committee, let them appoint on it those students who will have to do the work. Then the play or plays will be cast properly, and students will have a say in selecting the parts they have to play and those most suited to each individual.
Secondly, let the Executive decide all arrangements at least two months before the night of production. It is not a fair thing to expect amateurs to work up a play in less time than professionals would require. Hoping that those in high places may read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest the suggestions put forward.—Believe me, yours sincerely,
The Editor begs to acknowledge receipt of the following exchanges:— "The Hermes" (Univ. of Sydney), "The Scindian," "Otago Boys' High School Magazine," "The Canterbury Univ. College Review," "The Review" (Otago Univ.), "The Southlandian," "The Waitakian," "The Canterbury Agricultural College Magazine," "The Wanganui Collegian," "The Timaruvian," "The Taranakian," "The N.G.C."
Prof. E-st-rf-ld: (I) Truly, fishing is a great art; but are you not stretching it rather when you say that the solution of the problem struck you at the precise moment when you hooked that twenty-five pounder? To us, the story certainly sounds a bit "fishy." (2) We must sympathise with you. How was anyone to know that the thing was going to explode? We agree that the mirth of the students at your tragic pose was quite uncalled for.
L. I. D-y: Your desire to light the cracker was decidedly childish, and to remove the Professor's matches secretly is a criminal act which would warrant the attention of Constable Brook. The one redeeming feature of the case seems to be your modesty in returning the "lucifers," when detected by the Professor.
Prof. Cl-rk: We cannot approve of your scheme to convert the Science building into a children's home. It might interest you to know that we have received a very fiery epistle from Engineer Strawbridge on this subject. He complains "that the bannister of the staircase is not the gymnasium for a children's physical culture class. "We would suggest that you interview this gentleman on the matter.
Rev. B. H. W-rd: We have neither the space nor the courage to give our opinion of your book, "Nibs and Nibblers." The review of that famous article, "Why the pen is greater than the holder," we are holding until after the war.
Dr. G-bb: We regret that we cannot comment on your powerful and profitable pamphlet, "Ex silentia," but, unfortunately, we have not yet received it.
E. E-v-ns: Your charming lyric (or is it an epic?) entitled "At last," is too long to print. We select lines 843 to 846:
G. K-rk: We are delighted to hear that you have been successful in discovering the relative conductivity of copper in decimal nine.
G. S-k-r: Really now, why this serious outlook on life? The only serious thing is ourselves, and we are hopelessly unsolvable, you know.
Prof. Br-wn: You say "Horace was always afraid his theme would be taken too seriously." Our advice is, "Don't worry, Horace."
E. K. R-shw-rth: What was it like when the light went out. The words stirred us all:
"Dark is the night that covers me, Black is the lamp from pole to pole."
Prof. S-m-rv-lle: We don't think at the present time that it is safe to print your article, "The religion of Euclid considered in the light of the binomial equation."
N. A. J. B-rk-r: There is a decided note of languid pessimism in the otherwise charming lyric you submitted. What you need is a more sporting outlook on life. Why not join one or two of the College Clubs and take a little "strenuous exercise on a Saturday?"!!