"A Rag, a Bone, and a Hank of Hair"

At Tournament the Lincoln male is confronted in force by that lacking on his home campus, the Varsity female. What strange sights greet his starved eyes. A man from Mars might conclude that there were three sexes on this planet if he viewed these strangely garbed creatures. Why should a girl appear at a social function in black tights, dark glasses, and dirty trailing scarf? Why should her hair resemble tangled seaweed? Are these beats, rebelling against society, or are they Amazon Communists proclaiming their equality with the male. DO they feel inadequate and wish to draw attention to themselves or are they just too slovenly and lazy to wash their faces, and comb their hair?

It is possible that beneath their sloppy jerseys and tangled hair good looks and figures are concealed. Why can't a girl dress and look like a girl instead of a zombie? Let's face it I'm a square. I just don't "dig their drift."

Of course they are not all like that, so let us be thankful.

About Time Someone Complained

To my knowledge there are a number of electric clocks throughout the Student Union Building. But Sir, what is the point of such clocks if they permanently remain at twenty past two — (a.m. or p.m.?).

Could the authority concerned please maintain a more efficient service for a number of students that have to rely on the sun (unlikely in these uncertain days) or Student Union clocks?

C.A.J.

Regressive Acts ?

How pleasant it is to have our own tennis courts — and fairly good ones at that. But who are those individuals who persist in, or regress to, a behaviour pattern characteristic of something lower on the phylogenetic scale. I refer to the frequent climbing of the surrounding wire netting. As a result of such activity the wire has in places been stretched and bent. The gate provided may indeed be unsatisfactory for retrieving some of the balls going over the top, so let someone seek provision of a gate at the other side. In the meantime, however, are we obliged to revert to barbed wire?

Curiously enough, the worst offenders are the "big boys". It would appear that the small 'ones' from around the neighbourhood know how to think and carry it over into action. Perhaps our education system misses out when University level is reached.

Hoo-Hah !

During the past year I have found Salient entirely to my satisfaction. I am impressed by the originality of your (female) correspondents in classifying the sloppy sentiment they dredge out as short stories. Further, I derive almost as much pleasure from your (male) correspondents' obscene revelations of the banal aspects of student life as I do from a too-long-opened bottle of beer. In conclusion, may I suggest that you reject any article of literary merit that you occasionally do find space to publish in the interests of uniformity of standard.

Misnamed

I have been referred to in your pages as Mr. Moriarity. I had hardly thought it necessary to point out that I am, Sir, one "I" 'd.

N. J. Moriarty.