The New Woman.

(A Series of genuine interviews "Smad" is having with prominent women of the College).

No. 3.—Miss Aileen Davidson, on "A Still Small Voice"

Miss Davidson perched herself on the end of the table. "So this is where 'Smad" is brewed, is its you do do yourselves well. Even being connected with a rag like this has its compensations." She twirled her red bow-tie.

"What do you think of Bannister" we asked, touching the matter nearest her heart. You talk and we'll write.

"Bannister I think Bannister is a Low Type. I think Bannister has the most meagre brain equipment ever bestowed on man I think he's positively the lowest form of life. That—is what I think of Bannister. I dislike his views on absolutely every single matter, and I think he's the punkest debater who has ever blurbed and yammered upon our platform. He's been here ever since the war ended, and everything he says and writes has been written or said by some other student years ago. Rehash. But he's not so much worse than the rest of the poor-spirited, seedy-looking, illstarred rabble that overrun this place either. There must be something in the atmosphere that contaminates the men students. They're all right in the city —tall, thrilling-looking people, with pipes, and so on, but look at what we have here! A swarm of helpless pip-squeaks, with home-made cigarettes banning out of their mouths. No. I have no heart at all— it was shredded years ago. Brookey is the only decent man I ever talk to here, apart from a few of the legal fraternity. No, I have no hobbies. Debating I regard as a mission. Someone must watch Bannister and keep him in his place.

My only great passion in life is hockey, and I've just been put on the Committee. That's why I'm all for the College of Electors now. Watson? I think he's too bumptious. The first time I heard him speak last year, I had to laugh outright. He gave me the impression he had been a bit of a poohbah at his school Debating Society, and had come up here to show us what was what. The Editor? Oh, she's too self-sufficient and aloof—never seems to feel the need of the comfort of the Herd. Julia Dunn? Oh, she's just the same, and Julia thinks I belong to the Outer Darkness. Joey Mountjoy? Joey is a dear—so soulful anl pure white I've just discovered that Joey is susceptible to the feminine influence. Goodson? I've not noticed him beyond his motor-car.

"You know I'd like to be a Vampire—a Siren, and lure everyone to destruction; but what could a siren do on a barren waste like this. Politics? I'm red-hot Conservatism, I believe in keeping the masses well heeled under. I'd like to lead a movement some day, and go into Parliament and clean things up. No. I have no complexes, except perhaps my red bow-ties. They express my personality, and if you have a personality why not express it?

"Say I am more fond of the Devil than of God, and always have been. I don't hold conversations with him though, as they do in books. You can tell the Athletic Club that the Inter-Faculty Sports were the lowest form of human entertainment I've ever viewed, and don't alter anything. Is there room for another short description of Ralph Bannister? What a shame. I'II keep it for the next debate, then. Oh. well. I'll tootle off now. Goodbye!"