Do you remember that girl in the fifth form? Don't say "What girl?" you stony-hearted brute—you know very well who I mean. That girl with the lips and eyes and hair, with the gym, frock and black woollen stockings—remember her, you scoundrel? Yes, there's been a lot of girls since then, you reptile, and you don't even recall their names. But can you forgot her, you sentimentalist? Don't lie to me—of course you can't!

Well, on Friday night we saw her again, when the Training College Dramatic Club brought her to the V.U.C. stage, along with a number of other memories, not all so tender. Sydney Box's play, "Bring Me My [unclear: Bow]." opened with the school speech day we all know so well. The audience, playing the role of proud parents, watched their offspring presented with certificates and subjected to the inevitable address on The British Character. This piece of conventional jingoism was followed, with malicious irony, by the singing of Blake's poem—the school hymn!

The rest of the play dealt with "Mary Blake's" refusal of a scholarship which depended on her writing an essay on the value to world peace of a well-armed Britain. Mary was a pacifist. The story ended with her decision to abandon her dream of going to Oxford rather than accept the terms of the scholarship.

Pacifism To-Day?

The plot of the play was a bright one, and the actors did well, apart from the difficulties caused by an unfamiliar stage. But one may question the value of such a play in 1938. The last world war was between rival Imperialisms; is the next to be between social creeds? The situation presented in the play is similar to that before the Great War, and has no bearing on present conditions. The propaganda of the play might have been important 10 years ago, but to-day it is Irrelevant, except insofar as it counters the Fascist glorification of war.

Yes, times change. The nations find a new balance of power; we change our opinions; the stage fifth-former changes her uniform for the dance-frock of an adult, and we're back in the present again. This is the first time the T.T.C. Dram. Club has visited V.U.C. with a play, but we hope it will not be the last.

—H.W.G.