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SMAD. An Organ of Student Opinion. 1932. Volume 3. Number 4.

O Tempora, O Mores

O Tempora, O Mores.

(In a recent discussion, a Professor stated "Today's youth is burning the candle at both ends; cocktails, gambling, and worse evils are eating at the root of our younger generation. In my day . . .")

When Queen Victoria, the Blest
(To whom be all the praise),
Was ruling Britain for the best,
The Upright Soul was not distressed,
By Youth's ungodly ways,
When noble thoughts filled every breast,
When Sunday was a day of rest,
And even table legs were dressed.
These were the good old days.

To-days alas, no pious hopes,
The hearts of Youth inspire,
For Honour died with long-tailed coats,
And Youth is sliding down the slopes,
That lead to endless fire;
Victoria's creed in no way copes,
With this our age that drinks and dopes,
Gambles and honours Marie Stopes,
We wallow in the mire.

And even tho' we sometimes to
A decent act aspire,
Tho' here and there a man is true,
And from the luck a girl breaks thro'
And joins the Parish Choir;
Tho' now and then we "godless crew"
Behave Profs, and Seraphs do,
Our morals still are all askew,
We wallow in the mire.

But, ah, when virtue once did reign,
Tight-laced in whalebone stays.
When men and women strove amain
In Her retired Domain
To shun Sin's open ways,
And walked in counterfeit disdain
With outward seeming to refrain
From all that might a conscience stain,
Those were the Good Old Days.

Jay.

Plaintive wail from G. S. S. at the Hockey dance:—

"Oh, where! oh, where, has my Valda gone?"

Another good point in favour of the Pound!

* * * *

At Special General Meeting: Chairman:—"This meeting is convened for the discussion, and, I hope, the adoption, of the Constitution . . ." Voice:

"The annual constitution?"

* * * *

Extract from a recent notice:—"Wanted: Underclothes for children, 7 months-9 years." Many of our freshers will be glad that their last year's cast-off clothing will not be wasted.

* * * *

Wansbrough (poking his head round the Execroom door): "What I want to know is . . .

Julia (hastily):—"For heaven's sake keep those constitutions away from him!"