The Good Old Days

And Training College

At present it's "Training College" (said very impressively); but soon it will be just T.C., the way it used to be in the "good old days." You remember the "good old days" don't you? The women were ter-ribly attractive. Hair coiled primly over each ear, or plain bobbed and very straight; eyes an inspiring watery blue just like Varsity ink; complexion delicate mud with freckles; and as for ligures, well Mac West hadn't made the world sit up and take notice in those days. They were such lovely, natural girls—the only artificial thing about them was their teeth.

How glorious to go to one of those thrilling dances again. Don't you chaps remember the times we had? Outside girls were not admitted, but buys were free. Even then the decorations were mostly wallflowers, and the programme was just one damned Paul Jones after another. There was never uny scandal either—oh no! the girls, were too good for that, or else there weren't enough leap years. Still, the world has changed since then, and a bit of talent might have come to light after all—who knows?