Salient: An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria University, Wellington Vol. 24, No. 6. 1961.
Competition No. 2
Competition No. 2
A limerick on the subject of somebody from one of the suburbs of Wellington or one of the faculties of V.U.W., preferably meeting an awful fate. Closes May 26.
Results of Competition No. 1:
There was a very small entry, so that it was judged by the Editor, rather than by Professor Stevens. 1st M.D.K.; 2nd Fred Spit; 3rd Omow.
To the Gentlemen Who Make it Hard for Students
Wandering around in a trance
Not a chance, not even a dance?
The hall is crowded—move outside,
The cops are waiting with their pride,
To catch poor Student, drunk-incharge
Of his feelings, expanded large By that great drink, cool-brown-beer,
Curse to the cops when dances are near.
Humour I must and humour I do, (The poor young flatfoot's lost so few);
So in the waggon I must climb, Down to the clink and serve some time.
The moral of this story's light, Will't make things worse to start a fight?
—M.D.K.
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"It would be a repulsive thing to imagine a woman going to an artificial Inseminary."—Hamlin.