Parting Shots

One becomes rather attached to one's creation, however malformed and maladjusted and when the time comes for parting it is hard to say goodbye.

But what a wonderful opportunity it presents for parting salvos, such as why do people sit around and mope about the dominance of the religious societies and do nothing to pull their own socks up?

Why do so few take an interest, and often only an interest, in the work of even fewer? Why does it take sweeping allegations from a Hampton, and we will remember him if not with affection with a certain bond of sympathy, to arouse the ire of even a section of the masses?

We knew before we started we wouldn't beat the universal apathy. We can only hope we dented it. We freely admit we used some rough methods—exec. got more of a shakeup than ii deserved—or did it? They thought so and they are all honourable men and women.

Much of what we hoped for has not been achieved and in retrospect we have only ourselves to blame. Still it would have been a help if some of those common common-room types who thought university was all lectures, chess and cards could have put their moans in writing instead of boring their neighbours, and sent them in for publication.

It is hoped the enthusiasm (sic and !!) that the Student Union Building will arouse (even this year hasn't dulled our optimism,) will strengthen the students' conscience and make them pull the finger.

We all seem to be too used to getting our oysters all ready opened to be even interested in examining their structure. Our angry young men for the main part are an ineffectual lot and our beatniks hit an irregular and uncertain rhythm.

But for all this we have enjoyed ourselves and we hope you have, at least occasionally, enjoyed having us around.

We didn't expect to make you think—after all this is an institution of higher thinking on a plane removed—we hoped we amused. Didn't circuses mark the collapse of Rome?

—C.B.