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Salient: An organ of student opinion at Victoria University, Wellington. Vol. 23, No. 5. Wednesday, June 15, 1960

Readers Reckon

page 5

Readers Reckon

Brooker Reconsidered

Readers Reckon

Sir—In July last year I wrote what was then a justified article on Exec's attitude to matters Sporting in the University. In particular I attacked the present Sports Officer, Don Brooker, for the way he handled his newly acquired position.

At this stage I would like to say that despite many difficulties and personal conflicts with him I feel that Don has done a job, during the year, which has been well above average.

This has been despite lack of co-operation from one or two. I believe he, together with a faithful few, was responsible for what success can be attached to the recent Easter Tournament.

Yours, etc.,

C. P. McBride.

565 Kamihoya, Hoya-machiKitatama-gun Tokyo.


You may be surprised to receive this letter from a complete stranger.

I am a boy, aged 19, and I am a Japanese university student aspiring to correspond with a New Zealand girl of about my age.

My hobbies are reading, music, traveling, and so on.

I shall be looking forward to hearing from you.


Masayoshi Yoshino.

Rascally Ruskies

Sir—In answer to "For Nuclear Disarmament's" letter, I would like to raise a few points on the seemingly irrelevant subject of Communism … I have read ever so much about the horrors of Hiroshima, but no one from any Peace Movement seems to recognise the existence of a much darker threat—Russian World Domination! …

Everyone with a right mind and vivid memory, must distrust Russia … I wonder if the New Zealand public is so apathetic to questions of moral consciousness as "For Nuclear Disarmament" seems to show us? In 1956, I, as a Hungarian refugee, was received very heartily by both the New Zealand public and by university students. Even though Hungary was an obscure little spot on the map, and a long, long way from here …

How can anyone trust Russia? On November 3, 1956, I walked thought the Streets of Budapest with a friend. Many familiar buildings were reduced to charred walls rubble and ruins …

I knew many people who were in A.V.O. prisons. A middle-aged man who had been beaten so badly that he was constantly plagued with kidney trouble. A young, and previously perfectly healthy girl who went to prison for trying to escape from Hungary is now nearly crippled with rheumatism …

I would rather choose the annihilation of everything I hold dear than see Russian rule—un-controlled—covering the world. I would rather suffer the radioactive Hell, than the Red one.

Yours faithfully.

"Not For Animal Farm."