(3) George.

He greeted me with his usual sad but friendly smile, and after obligingly laying aside the "World's News" placed himself entirely at my disposal. He had not, he said, been very long at the 'Varsity but nevertheless he had played in his time many parts. He had dried the dishes, marked the tennis-courts, acted as audience for the Dramatic Club, and once he remembered he had asked one of the young ladies for a dance. She didn't dance very well either, although she had got a first-class pass in Physiques.

Yes, he liked the life. His quarters were very comfortable, and Extravaganza choruses saved the expense of a gramophone to send him to sleep. He had grown to like what a well known Judge called "the atmosphere of academic calm." He could appreciate that the more, because football and hockey practice was often held in the Gym. Mr. Brook was a fine goodhearted colleague, while he had the greatest admiration for Mr. Ward's organising abilities and jaunty bonhomie. Yes, he had nothing to complain of. The boys were good chaps, every one of them, and always ready for a yarn and a smoke. The only trouble was the girls. He couldn't 'understand why they were allowed about the place. The She Club was the noisiest meeting that he had to sit through; the way they tried to play tennis fairly sickened him; and did I know that when he was in Auckland with the team, one of them asked him why he didn't wax his moustache—

He spluttered with indignation. I discreetly tipped him a wink and left for other huntinggrounds.