Last Friday night I attended lectures in square dancing and am enthusiastic about keeping terms. The who delivered hit notes fluently arid in language with enough technicality to be interesting but sufficiently plain to be intelligible.

I have been critical of the craze on account of the lurid dress usually worn but on Friday night all were more or less respectable and none of the women present wore jeans—except possibly Jean herself.

The class was promoted by the Socialist Club and although no mention was made, of a time-table there is no doubt that if there is enough interest further classes, possibly to the honours stage, will be held. That means at least twice as many as attended on Friday, including three times as many freshers.