A Bite.

Once athwart the forum of ancient Rome lay a gaping crevasse, whence issued the noxious vapours of the nether regions.

To-day, across the mental forum of Victoria gapes a pit whence issue turgid vapours as of a cesspool, and rumblings as of swine at pleasure. Students—philosophical souls—pass by this with averted eyes and stoic resignation, but poor unwary freshers, lured to the edge of the pit by fair naiad charmers, find themselves embroiled in this degradation of offensive corruption. Any reader of normal intellect will by now have realised to what I refer, but for the benefit of its literary (?) staff, may I explain that my subject is "Smad."

That "Smad," should insult and dishonour the University by its presence and comment is enough, but that it should cast its lecherous eyes on the fair name of Training College is an outrage. Why should this honoured title be dragged down to be spattered and besmirched in the mire of such a wallow? I refer to the truly "scandalous" write-up of the T.C. Freshers' ball. A report redolent of such over-bearing patronage and petty jealousy should never have been allowed to sully clean paper.

I had intended to criticise "Smad" fur descending to personalities, but maturer consideration has convinced me of the futility of such a course: "Smad" can descend to nothing.

I am, etc.,

The Be Monocled One.