Amenities? Yes, Plenty.

The word amenities has a savour of old-fashioned genteelness—especially the kind known as Victorian—but it remains a good word nevertheless. Some etymologists say that the root of it lies in the Latin for love—a passable opinion, for does not the word mean things lovable, agreeable, pleasant? The page break city of Dunedin used to have an Amenities Society, and may still have it. I remember well the stones and arrows of wrath and scorn which came my way many years ago when, in a foolish mood, I made merry in print with the name of that excellent publicspirited society. Those dare-devil University students, whose capping-day playfulness led them to swathe a towel around the head of the statue of Robert Burns in Dunedin's octagon, were not more severely scolded than I was.

Well, Woburn has a wealth of amenities for body and soul—in the cosy homes which have space for gardens, the clean streets, the playgrounds, the facilities for that allroundness of life which is the ideal sought by reformers in many countries.