Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 13, No. 12. June 15, 1950
No Man's Land
No Man's Land.
The Caf. again
Sir.—I support the submissions of the manageress of the Cafeteria in her statement in the last article about the Caf you printed!.
There is little doubt that she is working under extreme difficulties in the place, and this is made no better by the number of students who don't co-operate in the slightest to make her job easier. There are seldom any number of volunteers to work behind the counter. There are often a large number of students who are prepared to talk after the Caf had been closed until they are reminded by her that she has to clean up. These sort of petty things must make life hell for one who is trying to make the thing work without decent facilities.
We are to blame as much as anyone if the Caf doesn't suit our tastes. A little more willingness to work and a lot less bitching might turn the Caf into something worthwhile.
I. M. Partial.
Sir.—Copies of this year's issue of Cappicade have only just reached me here.
I am appalled to think that my spiritual home can have cast me off so lightly, and even more appalled to think that the editor has attempted euthanasia on my unwilling self. Like those on Rita Hayworth and Queen Anne, the reports are premature. I am not dead.
T. (Cecil) Ruaparaha, Antananarivo, Madagascar.
Isn't it about time "Salient" folded up? It exists for the purpose of allowing students to express their opinions, you say hopefully. I haven't seen the slightest sign that there is any general desire around VUC to express any opinions at all.
There are a few good articles now and again, but these are so obviously written by the interested few.
Why should we even try to pretend that there is a need for an organ of student opinion when students prefer to have none.
For God's sake give us gossip.
Since I first came to this place,
I have been amazed at the indecent anonymity of the "culture" clubs around here. I am given to understand that there exists a club for the discussion of historical subjects, another for the discussion of philosophical subjects, a club for the specific purpose of studying socialism, one for the specific purpose of studying the club which studies socialism—and there may be more, for all I know.
There are other clubs, like the Glee Club for instance.
But what in the world is going on, to quote this year's variety show at the Opera Hous? Where are these clubs? Do they advertise their meetings? Do they ever publish reports of their findings? I seem to remember one report for the Socialist Club and a couple for the Debating Society. Otherwise one would gather that the only reason people come up here at all was to play games.
Can we have some low down on the highbrows?
(Our staff is busy, we must regret, and it is seldom possible to get reporters to these meetings unless one of the staff happens to be interested in the particular club. It may be that those dubs have such pleasant little social gatherings that they keep quiet to avoid any strangers butting in on their cosy agreement. We couldn't sey. But [unclear: he] would certainly welcome, some signs of life therefrom.—Ed.)
The burnt child
Your last issue reminded me of King Alfred's cakes—Cooked to Ashtons.
(That came out Pat, didn't it?)