Victoria House.

Playing the traditional role of Eve, the girls of Victoria House at the end of last term, under the direction at Eva Irwin, Susie Saunders and Enid Michael, gaily decorated their Common Room with rare camelias and shrubs, prepared a sumptuous supper, and invited their male friends along to dance. Developments soon ensued.

After Tom Bush had overcome his natural shyness and McGhie had introduced himself as umpire, Dick Hutchens got the piano in one corner and gave it "de woiks" while the rest did the playing (on the light fantastic). And so the ball was on, brightened by novelties and a nursery rhyme competition that must have awakened every baby in the neighbourhood. One word for their supper: with sandwiches whose names were as aristocratic as their middles, it made one long to emulate that old Roman custom of eating, emptying, eating. . . eating. And so we departed wondering whether Schopenhauer was right after all, whether woman is really the natural enemy of man.