Credo.—1935.

And so you've come. Verve and enthusiasm. The portals of learning—you are through with college—university students now. Varsity? Bricks, not storied stones, no dreaming spires, no dim cathedrals, but efficient if electic brick. Bricks—a noble pile, aloofly sentinelling one crest of this gusty town. Varsity—the higher education, well known but alluring. Great minds—England's proudest heritage were university men. Assert yourself now, individual development, culture. Here are scholars—real men—theirs the heritage of the ages. You, too are men. Go to it!

Wake up, fresher! You start living now. Self-development, chance for original work. Debate the stuff of controversy, tempting reputation for nonconformity. 'Varsity—the quest for truth, eternal, impartial, whithersoever the may . . . truth at 'Varsity—well, there are 26,000 books in the library—truth, it is a relative concept—these books are true, if somewhat bloodless. What is truth said jesting; But fresher, attend:

"The words of the book are not true

If they do not act in you . . ."

There is a credo. Truth? Each age creates its own. Culture? Each age creates its own. Take nothing for granted, freshers. Master your resources. In that only can 'Varsity help you. But the opinions of men are grounded in the past; each philosopher apologises for his own life. Thought, says Bertrand Russell, is a disease, like high blood-pressure. Thought implies breakdown, condemns to Quictism, passivity.

"J. T. Lang was more or less permanently angry with the University because of its bourgeois economists' but he did no damage to it."—Prof. Wood.