Hadfield Hostel

Of the house that is set on the hill there is nothing stirring to write, nothing but a few commonplaces—a dance, statistics, football and hockey matches, and "As You Like It." The Hostel is full this year, sixteen students being in residence; we would take more if we could, but we can't. It had to be a case of the survival of the fittest.

Multifarious duties soon usurped the activities of the workers on the "clay patch," which still calls insistently for the attentions of some beauty specialist. The first duty of any institution is to maintain its honour and integrity against all, and this has been right valiantly done in the hockey and football fields. True, the Training College won the latter match, but 'twas defeat without dishonour, and the annual dance showed that our members were not downhearted. All went merry as a marriage bell, and pleasant memories of the past explain many a temporary aberration of the Hostel denizens. It perhaps also explains why in some of the subsequent Saturday night readings of "As You Like It" at the Hostel the declamation was rendered so feelingly. But "Mum's the word."