Drama Club Be - Devilled?

Sirs,—It is time that tills university adopted a more enlightened attitude towards its Drama Club. Here is a club with a large and talented membership, producing work of the highest standard and yet receiving little but discouragement and obstruction from the student administration.

The recent production of "The Devils" provides a good example. Assembled by the Club were a first-rate producer, cast and technical crew. The resulting play received nothing but praise from even the sternest of critics and was hailed as one of the most exciting productions seen in Wellington for many years. And yet it is a wonder that this play ever managed to reach the stage.

At every step the Club was obstructed in its work: by troubles in obtaining rooms for rehearsals, by threats, censure motions and a fine. For three of the four weeks before production the costume crew was permitted only a few hours in the wardrobe room, with the end result that several costumes were either incomplete or inadequate for the demands of the play. Students' Association President Robins attempted to have the club's activities restricted to ordinary Union hours.

This is unreason carried to the extent of stupidity. The club's committee is conscientious and capable, yet it is denied full use of the very facilities to which its claim is pre-eminent.

Students in this city are often accused of immaturity in thought and action. The Drama Club is one of the few organisations in the university which consistently brings before the public evidence both of intelligence and maturity. Surely it should receive encouragement rather than obstruction.

In Memoriam

Does anyone know what happened after the Protest March? Does the Government intend to do anything about accommodation and bursaries? There have been reports in the papers about plans for building hostels and faculty blocks but no one seems to know just when these things are going to become concrete facts. It's all a bit vague and "castles in Spain"- ish and nobody seems to care very much—having done our bit in the march and so forth. Apathy has set in again and we've all settled back in our myopic, muddy little ruts. Still, we could capitalise on this thing. We could have an annual commemoration and take up collections to implement our bursaries. The RSA has Anzac Day, we could have Anti-Apathy Day with bands and parades, finishing the festivities at the Caff., which would be specially licensed for the occasion. In this way, we would keep the memory of our day of resolution and glory shining bright in the minds of the people and in 50 years' time those of us who took pint in this year's demonstration could make a pilgrimage back to varsity and re-cent the march, following the original route through the streets. We could even sell the movie rights to an American organisation and use the money to build a hostel. The possibilities are tremendous and it would save us the bother of yet another petition.

You Didn't!

Sir,—I read with interest bordering on incredulity the letter of G. L. D Morris regarding his alleged high-speed journey from Easterfield to the Railway Station.

I was inclined at first to disregard these ridiculous claims as those of a crank, but now I feel that the writer of the letter was the perpetrator of a tremendous hoax.

Mr.—I assume the person is a male—Morris made the trip—as he puts it, "… using only my wind and limbs …" and I ask whether he had availed himself of a meal at our University Cafeteria prior to the reputed trip.

As I said, I submit that G. L. D. Morris is a fiction—the creation of a fertile mind—in the mould of Colonel Blimp, Charlie McCarthy, Mortimer Snurd, L. D. Austin and others. He does not exist.

G. L. D. Morris—if in fact you do exist—show yourself, reveal yourself to the world and have your credentials examined.—I am, etc.,