We Live Again

Interned Intelligence

"Forsan Scintillula Lateat," which, for the benefit of those amongst you who have not done the classics may be loosely translated "Perchance a tittle spark may lie hid."

This was a very happy choice for a Training College motto, and has a blissfully optimistic and vaguely idealistic ring only excelled in naivete by our own "Sapicntiu Mngin Auro Desider-nnda."

A significant development in the Educational world is the reopening this week of the Wellington Training College, after a lamentable hiatus of three years.

This reopening, will, there is no doubt, have a considerable effect on V.U.C. The closing of the T.C. was, both educationally and culturally, a sore blow to Wellington, and struck most deeply, of necessity, at the Educational and Cultural heart of the City—V.U.C.

Training College swells the numbers at V.U.C. and brings to the fold much of the genius otherwise entombed in rural solitudes. Common-rooms will once more be filled at 4p.m. with hordes talking the peculiarly nauseating yet regrettably persistent shop of pedagogue in embryo The repose of the Education I. class will again be shattered by the entry (round abount 4.20—just after tea) of the intelligent and earnest—though perhaps not inspiring—disciples of Pestalozzi and Froebel, who, birds of passage pausing but two years in our midst, endeavour to imbibe sufficient draughts from the Plerian Spring (or Brook) to enable them to return inspired to their sylvan fastnesses and spread the light.

There may be, of those denizens of Upland Road and the Parade who like their sleep o' nights, some few who view this educational advance with no little misgiving but we, on the whole, who live in more remote suburbs, can regard such a conservative outlook with the kindly tolerance characteristic of V.U.C. in general and the Professorial Board in particular.—P.K.