“Here's Health!”

The day of sedentary somnolence is past, the pace grows hot, the world is in shorts, the march of progress has broken into a gallop, and life is a matter of the survival of the flittest. This pursuit of “fizzical” fitness is all to the good. Compare our husky days with the musty, dusty days of wine and whiskers, of crinoline and crochet, and you will realise that the farce of gravity is on the wane; that life has hitched up its jeans and bared its biceps. Health is becoming a protracted industry.

With health and sport joined in hurly matrimony, we may return to the dougthy days of Samson, Herk U. Lees, and the Likely Lad From Bristol. With Fitness organised and Sport supervised, there is no reason why we should not be the Spartan State of the South Seize.

For, if the mind is the light, the body is the lighthouse. The one is inseparable from the other and let no man put them asunder.

If we persevere we may, in time, produce a brand of husky intelligentsia, of muscular mentality. We may breed a species so strong in mind and body that it can bear the burden of enlightenment and progress, and shoulder the blessings of civilisation, without batting an eyelid.

And so let's charge our glasses with the spirit of sport and say “Here's health!”