Father and Son

Dorian Saker then opened the scoring for the men, the women having retired about fifty-fifty.

Now Mr. Saker entertains his convictions with the utmost importance, Actually, we feel there's something quite life-and-death-ish about him. To one or two this may seem pretty ghastly, but there's no doubt at all that this is the only way of creating a disturbance. And if you do not wish to create such, then what's the use of your talking? Further, Mr. Saker, whether unwittingly or not, is influenced to take what promises to be a quite scholarly view of things. As yet, whenever he feels compelled to make public his utterances he lacks comprehensiveness and co-operation in his material. At present, baby's learning to crawl beautifully, thank you.

But it took the only mature speaker of the evening, with both comprehensiveness and co-operation, to tackle the subject politically. Mr. Scotney started gilding off with fine edges to his skates, cutting a clear and concise figure on the ice, which was not, as we might have thought, thin where he did not touch ... we wished to throw up our caps when he said that imperialism offered him more, freedom at the present moment than pazism. Apparently there's life in the old dog yet, And when he advised all [unclear: tie] pacifists that they were wrong, we could have done it again. But owing to import restrictions, etc., etc . . . .

To put it briefly, as outsiders, we find the Phoenix Club, with one or two exceptions, to be lacking in intensity.

—O.F.