Your staff displays admirable college spirit in its choice of a coloured cover for the official organ of the Society of Victorian Bean Spillers.

The presence of the scintillating green of the last issue would surely have cheered the feelings of all wild Irishmen, Springboks, American drought sufferers, and loyal students of Wikitoria.

However, I venture to suggest the use of a more sombre shade for the outside wrapper of the next issue. As your fashion critic must know, black is to be the favourite spring colour for Westport coal, dark nights, boot polish and police vans.

We have had a Black Budget. Why not a Black "Smad"?

My chief reason, however, for suggesting the use of this shade is, Mr. Editor, that then, and only then, would the paper look remarkably like the so-called notebooks in which students make sketches or write limericks during lecture hours.

At the present time, many of our more virtuous fellows say that even now the sight of green peas serves but to remind them of the irate glances of distracted lecturers during the hours that immediately followed the appearance of the last "Smad."

However, if the suggestion made above is con-sidered, these conscience-stricken individuals could then read their copies in peace instead of furtively endeavouring to hide that disturbing green from the eyes of the professors, of which statistics unfor-tunately prove, that 4 per cent, only suffer from red-green blindness.

With fervent hopes of seeing the next number tastefully shrouded in black crepe and containing a souvenir photo of the Black Abbot and a free gift packet of black-balls.—I am, etc.,

"The Man in the Seat."

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"Spike" spares neither men, women, or children.

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The Great Law Case in "Spike!" Witnesses faint beneath the gruelling cross-examination of Professor Cornish. Dish cloths are hurled across the Court. Lord McNaught is more abstruse than usual. Professor Kirk breaks down. Dozens of witnesses. A final scene of indescribable ruin.