How Green is Our Sweater

Cruising along the corridor betwixt 5 and 7 the other evening your sporting scribe could not fall to be impressed by the new figures and faces on display. It appears that the number of permanent undergraduates so long a perennial feature of VUG'S gloomy caverns, is dwindling, possibly due to the extra commercialism of the college office of late.

But scorn them not! Ye trembling expellates of high school or colleges! They were indeed a sturdy if at times unsteady band of hope for the green and gold.

Yes there were people, many of them with numerous academic qualifications who were prepared to enroll for odd subjects year after year simply to make themselves eligible to participate in College activities—those activities which so many freshers and near freshers manage to completely by-pass during their College years.

"I don't know a single person at Vic," Is the querulous and oft-repeated plaint of the nominal student He knows not because he does not trouble to' seek fellowship in the places where it is to be found—the sporting and cultural clubs of the College.

So, how about it you beardless and bosomless freshers—enlist now and grow old in the service of any of VUC's clubs.