Weir Under Fire. Will Residents "Go Native."

"Smad" Special Service.

Since last writing there has been a big flare up in our Common Room. It was during the luncheon hour that our spacious chesterfield mysteriously hurst into flames, and several of our worthies had a chance of proving themselves. In some mysterious manner the fire started underneath, and the first that the chaps knew of it was when they saw one of the fellows dragging a piece of flaming paper from underneath and throwing it in the fireplace. Then the fun started. Some lost their heads and ran out of the room screaming "Fire!" while others ran to fetch water. The most amusing thing was one of the water-carriers returning with a small "billy" full of water, while one of the alarmists returned with the soaking dish-cloth from the ground-floor pantry. At last some one had the brains to turn the burning piece of furniture upside down and see the true position. Then came the time for action. One chap kindly threw his travelling rug into the flames, and while he was doing so our "billy" friend returned again, but this time with a bucket full of water, and we regret to relate that in attempting to throw the water into the flames he accidentally threw it into the donor of the rug. Then came the real men of action—the heroes in the true sense of the word. This is their own story with most of the drapings cut off. They picked up the burning mass; lifted it shoulder high; carried it to the door; got jammed in the door, and all the time the flames still licking around them; stood there and reasoned out a plan to extract it safely from the position; finally managed to get it outside, and then pot the hose turned on them by the "dish-cloth" fire-fighter. Later Bradshaw returned after an unsuccessful hunt on the top floor for the fire-extinguisher that did not at that time stand there. What men we have amongst us! Yes! and we're proud of them, too. The chesterfield has now returned as good as new, and a quiet smile creeps over the faces of our firefighters whenever they look at it.

After the storm came the calm in our activities, but something new dawned on Sunday night. Dr. Sutherland gave us a description of his trip around the Islands. Now, don't ask me to talk of those tropical isles. However, in all seriousness, we thoroughly enjoyed the talk, and we look forward to some other interesting lectures on such topics, and should they be very far off we might all "go native" in the meantime.

Things in the sports line have taken a very definite turn, and the ping-pong players are starting to gain their old form, and those residents who have neglected their football training are regretting it, for very soon it is hoped to arrange a battle between two football teams on Kelburn Park. Will it be a massacre, a game of football or a gas-works picnic? We are waiting to see, and that's all there is to it.