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Salient: An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 12, No. 1, February 23rd, 1949.

You and Me as World Citizens

You and Me as World Citizens

The idea of New Zealand students as part of a world movement, came under the hammer. Cries of "Woe! Woe! Reds under the bed!" greeted resolutions calling on N.Z.U.S.A. to continue its affiliation to the International Union of Students, and to become affiliated to the World Federation of Democratic Youth—but this inevitable and childish objection was adequately answered. Even Pauline Hoskins supported the two motions, rising to remark on the latter. "As I see the motion. I don't at the moment really ..."

There were literally piles of documents on the work of both organisations circulating around the camp—ample evidence of the invaluable work they are doing for students and youth all the world over. It is certainly deplorable that more of this material has not been publicised more widely, but doubtless college journals will see it as their duty to help in this work from now on, as Congress passed both motions with a single figure opposition.

If I am not mistaken, the very name of the Congress wall newspaper. "Youth Unite, for Peace and a Better World." is a WFDY slogan. And very successful the whole undertaking was—under the editorship of ex-Salient editor Alec McLeod. As Harold Dowrick said, it could be used for almost any purpose to which you could put on ordinary newspaper.

There was a great quantity of printed material constantly on view, dealing with every topic from the Lysenko controversy to student relief work in China. Among the most sensational was a Life article on the British terror in Malaya, showing the battered corpse of Law Yew, once the gallant leader of our brave allies in the Malayan People's Army against the Japanese.

Local talent was not absent either. Alan Irvine let us read what he had forgotten to let us hear, and M.P.C. jumped, poetically, on Jesus.