The following was received by the Editor with "the caption heading:—

"Undesirable Aliens"

It has been said long, long ago that a Scotchman sleeps in the open whenever there is a nip in the air—and gels very little sleep. Be this as it may there is no doubt that whenever there is a vacancy on the professional staff or for that matter, on any other branch of the University, we find eager Scotchmen perched on the doorstep. Their sporran is marked with the degree of Edinburgh which is in very truth the "open sesame" to an appointment on the staff of our University. To such a degree has this abuse come to pass that the list of the teaching staff of the University of New Zealand looks like the roll call before the Battle of Bannockburn.

Now. Sir, New Zealand for the New Zealanders is a very good slogan and a very good rule. Recently at a Southern Uiversity a position fell vacant and applications were called for. Among those received, I am given to understand, was one from one of the most brilliant scholars Victoria College has produced. But once again the pibroch brayed and a Caledonian stern and wild stepped into the office.

The time has come when a native born New Zealander should be able to reap the rewards of his own studios in his own country. At present the limit seems to be a position on a primary or secondary school staff—but a University appointment is reserved for the descendants of Macbeth, Argyle and The Bride of Lammermoor.

It is the duty of our Past Students' Association to move in this matter. We New Zealanders are tired of that triumphant anthem "The Scotchmen are coming, hurrah, hurrah."

In our midst there exists a society which is presumably for the purpose of encouraging debating in the college.

Even though I have witnessed five Plunkct Medal and Joynt Scroll contests, I still admit that there may be a little dormant talent in the society. It remains dormant mainly because the committee rarely offers its members any subject upon which they may debate in the true sense of the word. The subjects are one sided affairs, and the "debates" would be better renamed wrangles.

Several of the subjects chosen during the last season are to be most accurately described as ridiculous, as for instance "that the college woman lacks charm" and another on the emergence of the woman from the home.

These are subjects apparently chosen solely to give the men an opportunity to make many untrue, insulting, and highly disparaging statements about women, which, I think, they would be ashamed to admit outside a debate.

After these cheery little discourses on women, the men say they cannot understand the college women objecting to their representatives on the Executive being elected by the men.

It is also noticeable that the society's syllabus never contains any topic which enables the women to express their opinion of the men. Is this, I wonder, due to the fact that they realise that the disclosures would be too galling, or because they wish to hide their light under a bushel?

Dear Madam,—Another aspect of the College of Electors movement appears to have been overlooked in current discussion. Psycology has shown that is impossible for the individual to separate the "self" from those activities in which he may be engaged. Therefore, one may suggest, without undue cynicism that opinion in regard to this innovation may be influenced by its resultant effect upon the individual.

Indeed, judging by the results obtained by means of a few minutes' research, one finds that, without exception, those adhering to the Old Constitution are page 14 those with the greatest claims to Popularity, and conversely, those not possessing the priceless gift of spontaneous and lasting friendship are tending to support the new order.

A few points are raised in this respect. The college of Electors (or Board of Directors, or Council of Dictators), would be substituted for the ordinary general polling system. This involves the prevention of all students not connected with any club from faking an active interest in the election. These students pay £1 1s per annum and are not granted a vote in respect to the administration of the students' funds. The popularity system will still flourish—with the additional objection of unconscious or active coercion on the Council to follow.

Still more important, the present executive will not be called upon to face the general body of students at the next election—but merely a "handful of wrangling club representatives. Would it not have been more democratic for our Executive merely to introduce the new election system instead of trying to "dig themselves in"?—Yours, etc.,

"Perturbed."

Oh. my dear Angel, it's just too glorious for words and I'm simply speechless and it's not a bit like what I imagined, and my dear, on Saturday I went to the opening of the Tennis Club, and my darling, it was simply priceless and they had a tennis tournament which was simply gorgeous, except that no one knew how to play tennis and, Angel, there were about four hundred people there, all crammed on the gym. verandah and really I thought it was going to collapse, and really, I didn't see one who could play tennis. At first, I'm ashamed to confess, I was just a wee teeny bit scared, because, you know, I'm not up to "Wimbledon form, am I dear, but would you believe it, when I went on to play I was actually brilliant and I positively shone out. really, of course, hut compared with the girl at the other end and my dear, when I had a look at the courts I wasn't surprised, because they are just a wee teeny bit bumpy and they only draw the lines very faintly here, so I think the girls aren't quite so good as they might be, because they have to look so hard to find the lines and take such care to miss the bumps that they sometimes miss the ball and you can't look at everything at once, can you, dear? And there's one tennis court that no one seems to like and so the committee always put the people they don't know on that court and they always put themselves and their friends on the other courts, which I think is very clever of them, don't you darling, and I suppose that's why I had to play on the bad court all the time, because they don't know me and I'm not a friend. And darling there was a big jolly man there with a great big laugh, who simply terrified me. and. my dear, I think he must have a lot of shares in the tennis courts or own the gym. of something, because he was so lordly and overwhelming and, darling, he even made the verandah tremble when he walked and with all that mass of humanity hanging on to the railing and sitting on the floor and propping up the walls every little bit, counts doesn't it. And. my dear, there was the most marvellous shiek there and, darling. I simply fell for him on 'he spot and he had the most ravishing figure when he played tennis and a turned-up nose and, darling, they say he's been here years and years and likes the thrill of Varsity and he comes back every year just to see the freshers fall for him and, darling, they say he's a marvellous actor, too, and my dear, I must really close now as I have to go to a history lecture and I wouldn't miss a history lecture for worlds, because they are so bright and interesting and I'm terribly glad I've come to Varsity; it's all so lovely that its left me speechless.