Victoria Women Unveiled

Results of our Survey

"Salient" asked the University matrimonial observer to voice his opinions on the subject. Suitably rewritten, they appear as follows: "It's clothes that make the difference. Think how dull and uninteresting life would be if nobody wore clothes." We Joined him in thought for a few moments, and were then forced to disagree. "What!" he said, "you think that people shouldn't wear clothes?" He seemed astounded. "Why don't you see, if everybody was a nudist, the whole fabric of society would be destroyed. Besides, it would leave nothing to the imagination." Reluctantly, then, we agreed. We were about to depart when he restrained us, and we could see that there was a wild fanatical gleam in his eye. "The saying is 'clothes maketh a man"; that's not true ..." he paused, "but think what they do to the woman!"

Thus disposing of the subject of clothes, we asked him his views on university woman in general After we had soothed him to the point of intelligibility, we understood him to say that he was having nothing more to do with them. We backed away horrified, and asked him why. "I'm getting married next week." he cried in despair. We turned and fled.

In the caf, we came across a rather ill dressed and badly manicured gentleman who was clearly in need of a haircut. He was an obvious bounder, and besides his shoes were dirty. "And what." we asked, "do you think of 'Varsity women and their clothes?" He replied briefly. "I wrote to you last week and you printed what I said. Why ask me again?"

The next member of the public consulted, looked at us blankly. "I fail to perceive the point of the question. What are women?" we started to explain in idiomatic French, but he stared at us blankly. "Surely, everyone is Just like me?" he queried. We stared back at him and silently agreed with the Frenchman.

One young and disillusioned student had this to say:

The history of man is due in very large part to women. As a student of history. I have made it my duty to study the weaker sex. I must confess that my studies have not been entirely distasteful. Women, I have decided are readily subdivisible. Like all Gaul, womankind is divided into three parts. Those with brains, those with looks, and those with neither. There are large quantities of the latter in the history department; without wishing to criticise them at all I would like to say that they are the plainest and most moronic group of semi-stultified near humans that I have ever seen.

"If any of them go on to do honours, all I can say is that they will need them. And, I might add, they will never be in any danger of losing them. The men, on the other hand, are the most intelligent and handsome group that any girl could ever hope to ogle, it Just ain't right."

Therefore, we asked these men their opinion of women, curious to see what place environment held in the adopting of attitudes to women. Our first customer grew misty-eyed at the question. "Women are living pieces of art." he burbled, "not the art of camouflage but the art of Leonardo. Titian. Beethoven. Shakespeare!" We blenched. "But what do you think of the females in this department?" we asked. He said he had never really noticed them, but had we met the glorious creature whom he had set his heart on? We departed when he had dreamily used his sixtieth adjective about her.

The next character muttered something about St. Augustine, Plato and other writers. He grew lyrical about the enfranchisement of women, but said he had not had any experience of them. We later noted that he had departed with our stenographer.

This is enough to cover the girls. (We are not referring to the width of the margin.) we have seen them from all angles. If there are any girls left around the college next week we hope to hear their views on men. A third and concluding article has been promised by a well-known resident of Weir House, on a subject which will be a neat blend of the other two and on which he is well qualified to write. So watch out. Kinsey, you're being got at!