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Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria University College, Wellington N.Z. Vol. 21, No. 2. March 27, 1958
God of Nations
God of Nations
Free Beer, Assured Bets
Avarice deciding factor in election.
"Now that the tumult and the shouting has died, we can take a sober look at the election, the policies and the results," said the Social Credit Leader (Mr. W. B. Owen) in a supplied statement today.—Evening Post, Dec, 1957.
Nasty, Brutish . . .
. . . business men should advise Cabinet, not civil servants.—Letter, "Evening Post, 10/2/58.'
No More Double-Bunking'
Share room, bed and breakfast...
Cuts in Transport
Full board, 2 respectable gentlemen, non-drinkers, double room on bus stop ...
—Evening Post, 16/11/57.
Nash to Nunnery?
Singapore, 3rd March.
Mr. Nash today gave an impromptu lesson in Civics to 50 Chinese convent girls.
—Evening Post, 4th March.
Glasgow
Four students were arrested today after the riotous installation of the Home Secretary, Mr. R. A. Butler, as Rector of Glasgow University. For more than an hour during the ceremony students bombarded—and often hit—the Minister with rotten fruit, bags of flour, toilet rolls, and other missiles, finally spraying him with a fire-extinguisher.
—Evening Post, Saturday, 22nd Feb.
Some useful hints for the Cable Car boys!—Ed.
It's all been done Before
- Darling je vous aime beaucoup,
- Je ne sais pas what to do. . . .
- Make we joy now in this fest
- In quo Christus natus est.
- A patre unigenitus.
- Sing we of him and say, "Welcome,
- Veni redemptor geniium."
- Down by the shores of sunny Italy
- In our little rendezvous,
- We kissed, and then
- We kissed and kissed again,
- Exactly like the Romans used to do . . .
"Let us live and love, and not care two pence for all the talk of our straightlaced elders. Suns, having set, may rise again, we, when once our brief light's set, must sleep one eternal night. Give me a thousand kisses, then yet another thousands, then a second hundred, then yet another thousand, then a hundred. Then, when we have had many thousands, we shall lose count of them, so as not to know their number—or some evil may frown upon us, knowing the number of our kisses."
Translation of Catullus by D.L.