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THE MAGAZINE OF THE SWINBURNE TECHNICAL COLLEGE

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NUMBER ONE AUGUST, 1928.

THE OPEN DOOR The Magazine of

The Swinburne Technical College Hawthorn, Victoria

"Crafty men condemn studies, simple men admire them, but wise men use them."

Office-Bearers of the College:

President: Hon. Geo. Swinburne, M.L.C.

Vice-President: Councillor W . G. Burton, J.P.

Hon. Treasurer: H. R. Hamer, Esq.

Secretary: F. W . M. Wood.

Director - - - - F. W. Green, B.Sc, Whit. Ex., Assoc. M. Inst. C.E.

PRINCIPAL DEPARTMENTS:

Engineering: The Director. Graphic and Applied Art; S. W , Tompkins,

Carpentry and Joinery: A. McK. Cousland. Domestic Arts: Miss D. M. Giles.

Plumbing and Sanitary Engineering: C. H. Wright. Boys' Junior Technical School: D. McKay.

Girls' Junior Technical School: Miss D. Eyles.

STUDENT ASSOCIATIONS:

Hon. Sec, Old Engineering Swinburnians: S. R. Bell, Box 893, G.P.O. Melbourne.

Hon. Sec, Old Swinburne Collegians, J. Mainsbridge, 62 Auburn Parade, Upper Hawthorn.

Hon. Sec, Old Girls' Club: Lexic McConchie, 10 Charles Street, Elsternwick, S.4.

Hon. Sec, Art Club: Viva Coronel, 20 Gurner Street, St. Kilda.

Committee of Management, "THE OPEN DOOR."

Editor: H. Brunskill.

Mrs. E. J. Clark; Messrs. Tompkins; Edwards, White.

Hon. Treasurer: F. W . M. Wood.

Published in the last week of each term. 1/- per copy or 3/- per annum, post free.

Contributory matter should be in the hands of the Editor one month prior to date of publication.

Contributions may bear a "nom-de-plume," but the actual name of the contributor must be disclosed.

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IN MEMORIAM

It is with great regret that we announce the death of our late Director, Mr. John Robert­son Tranthim-Fryer, which occurred at his home at Bayswater on July 13th.

Mr. Fryer was born in Hobart, and studied drawing and painting there privately. H e after­wards attended Sydney Technical College, where he passed all art examinations with honours, specialising in figure modelling and de­sign. After a brief term as Art Master in the Technical School, Hobart, he went to London and studied at that world-famous School of Modelling at Lambeth. Here Mr. Fryer's gift for sculpture soon as­serted itself, and he was suc­cessful in winning a London County Council Scholarship and also the highest award for modelling the human figure from life—their silver medal and prize. While in London Mr. Fryer had the privilege of working with the late E. Onslow Ford, R.A., whose work is so well known. He also worked with Sir George Frampton and Pro­fessor Lanteri. His life in London was full of interest, and many of the men with whom he associated have since become famous in the world of Art.

On his return to Australia he executed a number of figure subjects in Re­pousse, copper, and brass. Amongst the works carried out may be mentioned: The War Memorials at St. John's Church, Toorak, and at Doncaster; the Old Choir Boys' Memorial at St. Paul's Cathedral, Melbourne; and the Pulpit, Lectern, and Reredos at All Saints' Church, Geelong. He also designed a medal, now used as a seal by the Arts and Crafts Society of Victoria, of which he was President for many years. Mr. Fryer was an authority on Ceramics,

By courtesy of The Argus and Australasian

and, during 1927, he gave a Guide Lecture on this subject at the Public Library, Melbourne.

O n the establishment of this School in 1908, he was appointed Director, which position he held until a few weeks ago. Under his guid­ance the School rose from very small beginnings to its present position.

A man of unfailing courtesy and charitable understanding, he signally endeared himself to the staff of the College, and to all with w h o m he associated.

His life was exemplary of unselfishness and self efface-ment. Under no circum­stances did he seek publicity, rather did he "hide his light under a bushel."

Tact and good humour were his outstanding attributes in smoothing difficulties; his help and encouragement were always available to others.

A n aptitude for saying and doing the right thing at the right time and place amounted almost to genius.

A natural charm pervaded his life, and, though the later years of his life were shadowed by trouble, his Christian dignity accepted God's will with grace.

In Bayswater, where he resided for only a few months, he was loved and honoured by all.

During the 20 years of his service to the College, an angry word never passed his lips.

An inspiration to all who knew him, he lived and died a Christian gentleman in the highest sense.

—F. W. M. WOOD.

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INSPIRATION (By FRANK TATE, M.A., late Director of Education.

During the past 20 years we have seen a won­derful growth of interest in education beyond the elementary stage. People are beginning to realise how important it is to provide educa­tional influences during the most critical years of life, those of early adolescence between the ages of 13 and 18. The Swinburne Technical College is an expression of that interest, and its rapid development is a proof that, when facilities are forthcoming, they soon attract eager young folk of the right sort. I well re­member the enthusiasm which filled the trains and trams passing through Glenferrie till the College buildings could not contain them: "And they came, every one whose heart stirred him up, and every one w h o m his spirit made willing."

In a sense the College is a school for officers, men and women capable of leadership among their fellows. For, just as in the War, men of the A.I.F. were selected and trained, first, for non-commissioned and, afterwards, for com­missioned ranks, so, in the civic and industrial army as w e need leaders of ability and charac­ter, we must provide suitable training to give them the necessary knowledge and skill. In our Australian army many a m a n joined as a Pri­vate and rose to the rank of Colonel. Every student of Swinburne should realise that, in our land of opportunity, nothing can keep back the man of ability and character.

It is a happy augury for the success of Swin­burne College that it owed its foundation to the generous and public-spirited action of Mr. and Mrs. George Swinburne, who have given freely to the school not only of their money but, equally important, their personal work and in­terest. All schools should stand for service; the transformation of boys and girls into "serviceable" men and women. Swinburne students have a fine example of the disinterested service of one's fellows shown them in the lives of their founder and his wife.

I have said that one practical aim of educa­tion is to produce serviceable men and women. This is especially true of a Technical School devoted to training for vocational ends.- All the technical knowledge and all the technical

skill gained, all the character and leadership developed are to issue in efficient work in your chosen vacation. In other words, it is to issue in service. The important question arises: "In what spirit is this service given? Is it given grudgingly with a grouch against the person served or is it given freely and with good will ?"

Speaking out of the experience of a long life I say unhesitatingly that the greatest possibilities of happiness in life are to be found in one's ordinary, every-day work. The man who does his job as well as he knows how, and in a spirit of good will soon finds that he has travelled far along the road to real happiness and content­ment. Such a school as Swinburne will teach you how to do your job effectively, and, if you imbibe its spirit and become a part of its cor­porate life it will encourage you to do your job with good will to your fellows.

The College has cost large sums to build and equip; it costs a large sum annually to main­tain. The fees you pay form only a very small proportion of the cost of your education. M a y I suggest that the best way for you to discharge your debt to the College is first to make every effort to get from the school such training as will make you efficient in whatever calling you are training for, and then to resolve highly that you will use your developed powers, your tech­nical knowledge and skill in the service of your fellows. If the world recognises "a Swin­burne Engineer," or "a Swinburne Plumber," or "a Swinburne Carpenter" not only by his technical ability but by the spirit of service in which he works, the College will be satisfied. Remember, too, that your College is interested in you not merely as future workmen and leaders of workmen; it is interested in you as citizens influencing for good the citizenship of your State, even more insistent on performing your duties to the community than of standing upon your rights; and it is interested in you as men and women with your own individual lives to be lived finely, with your own leisure time to fill well and worthily.

Every student of Swinburne College is proud of the College. It has already made a fine tradition for itself. The question each of you should ask yourself is: "Will the College be proud of m e ten, twenty years on?" The answer will not depend so much upon the material suc­cess you have attained in the industrial world as upon the spirit in which you do your work.

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EDITORIAL AMD

CURRENT TOPICS

What purpose does an Editorial Column serve? The same purpose as the Editor him­self? A peg to hang your grievances on? Like Pilate we will not linger for an answer.

Possibly, it is expected that this column shall introduce the contents and its eminent com­posers to the public. But then, good wine needs no bush. So this must be wrong. As, however, this is a fearful time of hopes and anxiety, lest this, the hoped for seed of future brightness and usefulness, shall be unfruitful, we needs must say something.

Readers, contributors, colleagues! Let us look upon these pages as Our Baby. Let us hope the doctor will say, "What a fine child!" Let us take care of it in its infancy, feed it on the right food, give it plenty of air and sun­shine. Do not suffocate the poor thing with coddling or wrong attention: give it room to kick about. If, when its teeth come, it wants to bite your finger, let it. Surely it will only be a playful bite. Then, when time has passed, we shall have a bright and jovial youngster in our midst; something to remind us life is not all dreary toil; something to give the young ones a sense of responsibility, and the elders a joyous pride; something to knit us together in one brotherhood of single purpose.

If, as time goes on, you, gentle reader, are tempted to say, I wouldn't run a magazine on these lines, or those lines, then remember it is your child you are criticising; and, as the fond uncle or doting sister, you should do your best to improve its manners by reflection from your own. Improve the tone by your own pen. Be one of the band of workers.

The scene is now laid, the local colour is fixed, and our minds are now prepared.

Ring up the curtain and let us view the infant.

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other page of the demise of our late Director, Mr. J. R. Tranthim-Fryer. W h e n the sad news reached the College on the morning of July

13th, it struck us with a sense of personal bereavement, as of a dear friend gone. Such is the thought we would convey from his former associates to those he left behind. His body is no more, but his spirit still lives with us.

The staff of office is now taken up by Mr. F. W . Green, who has been so long a personal­ity in the College that he needs no formal intro­duction. His interests have been so intimately bound up in the past with the well being of "Swinburne" that no doubt could be felt as to the wisdom of the Council's choice. W e con­gratulate him on his well-earned promotion, which assures a future of high aim and achieve­ment for the College.

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W e have to acknowledge with considerable pleasure, articles from Frank Tate, Esq., late Director of Education in Victoria, and H. R. Hamer, Esq., Hon. Treasurer of the College. Both are very busy men, and readers will ap­preciate the honour accordingly. With regard to Mr. Hamer's reminiscences we would like to add the interesting fact that, for a short time, he also acted as Director, pending the appoint­ment of a permanent head.

The next contributor to this column will be Mr. A. McK. Cousland, one of the original band of instructors in the College.

tfi S S Much of the artistic success of this magazine

is due to the interest and organisation of Miss Jean Moreton, of the Art School. Our grate­ful thanks are due to her for the time she has given in getting sketches and headings from the students.

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After many years of happy association and harmonious working together, members of the staff of the Girls' Junior School bade a sorrow­ful farewell to Miss Blackmore last term. Each felt she was losing a chief who was personally interested in her, and all deeply regretted her decision to resign.

Thoughts were then centred on her successor and it was gratifying to learn that Miss Dorothy Eyles was selected to fill the position. She has our hearty congratulations and good wishes. The vacancy on the staff so caused has been filled by Miss Gilpin, who comes to us from the Sunshine Technical School. A cordial wel­come has been extended to her.

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P. A. Pavey, one of Australia's leading

riflemen, who has recently so distinguished

himself at Bisley, both in the King's Prize con­

test and in team work for the Empire contest

and the Kolapore Cup, is one of ours. H e was

a member of the under 16, premiership team in

1918, a student in the carpentery department,

and, we understand, gained his early training

with the rifle at the Hawthorn range. Another feather in our cap!

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Another to bring us credit is E. L. Blazey, an

engineering student who recently graduated at

the University in electrical engineering.

The Commonwealth has recently formed a

geo-physical survey party to train suitable

Australian graduates in the most modern

methods of survey, and to commence a com­prehensive survey of the mineral resources of

the Continent. Mr. Blazey has been selected

to act as assistant to Dr. Bieler, one of the

leaders of the party.

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A member of the College staff, an exponent

in the art of boxing, is willing to initiate others in the earlier mysteries of this healthy sport.

Enquiries, stating age, etc., should be addressed

to "Boxing," care The Open Door. Enclose enquiry coupon from the back page.

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Mr. Ivor Burge, who has recently returned from a specialised course of study in America to undertake the Directorship of Physical Education for the Y.M.C.A., is an ex-student of the Boys' Junior School. W e hope to publish some interesting notes from his pen shortly.

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What do you think of the title of this magazine? To promote discussion, two prizes of one year's issue are offered for the best answers to the question—What does The Open Door suggest to you? Particulars will be found on the competition page.

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Have you any difficulties in study or work that have been seriously troubling you? If so, enclose them with threepence in stamps and an enquiry coupon to "Service," care The Open Door. Our staff of experts will do the rest.

The co-operation of readers is invited in the Open Air Column. Its interest and usefulness are assured, as it is under the control of two ex-students prominent in the scout move­ment. Not only have they excelled as scouts, but they have good records in sport generally, and are fully conversant with the country side of Victoria. Matter likely to be of interest to the column, and general enquiries will be wel­comed by them. Address: Managers, Open Air Column, 68 Rathmines Road, Auburn.

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Correspondence is invited on all matters regarding the welfare of the magazine, and particularly to proposals for further permanent features.

[No. 1] $y H. R. HAMER, Esq.,

Hon. Treasurer S.T.C.

I respond willingly to the request of the Editor for a few remarks about the early days

of the College. Whether or not what I have

to say will be regarded as "chatty" will be for

readers to determine. That the foundation of the College was due

to the mind and work of its President is known

to all, and I had no direct connection with it

until its constitution had to be prepared and an

official was required to see that the machine

moved. The first step was to obtain the co-operation

of the Eastern Municipalities, and that was read­ily forthcoming, and took the shape of a formal guarantee to contribute in certain proportions towards the cost of maintenance up to £600 a year.

W e next had to acquire land, and after much thought the present site was secured. At a later stage it was thought that w e had too large an area, and a deputation waited on the Hawthorn City Council to suggest that it should buy the part now occupied by the engineering

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department. We have reason for thankful­ness that the proposal was declined.

At the outset it was thought that the work

of the College should be limited to tuition in metal and wood, and it was anticipated that provision for 200 students would be ample, and that the revenue of £200 might be avail­able. Not long after I happened to meet Mr. C. H. Wright in Glenferrie Road, and we stopped to talk about rifle shooting, in which we were both interested (incidentally I may say that Mr. Wright used to be a first rate shot) and Mr. Wright then suggested the addition of plumbing to the course, and as the result it was decided to carry out his idea, and we were most fortunate in obtaining his services as the head of the department of which he has made such an outstanding success.

The selection of a Director was of course an anxious task, and it may be of interest to know that when the applications were carefully con­sidered that of our much esteemed and lamented friend Mr. Fryer stood out so much above the others that he was unanimously selected. Perhaps one may adopt Wren's epi­taph, "Si monumentum requiris circumspice."

Land acquired, plans approved, contract let, the next step was the laying of the foundation stone by the Premier (Sir Thomas Bent). I think that the arrangements worked all right, but I had not provided for the weather. No one who was present is likely to forget the pelting rain which drove us all to the friendly shelter of the Hawthorn Town Hall.

The buildings completed, work started on February 9th, 1909, and successive additions both to buildings, equipment and staff have led us to where we are, which all members of the Council hope is the prelude only to even greater usefulness.

Introducing Our Director

Lamentable misuse of commas—which, we trust, will be a warning to careless people.

The farmer having finished milking, the cow offered m e a cigarette.

Open flew the door and in stumbled the policeman and his charge.

"What have we here?" said the Desk Sergeant, looking up.

"Oh-er! Eighty per cent. Aussie and twenty per cent. Scotch," replied the victim.

The Editor has kindly suggested that it would

be appropriate for him to receive from the

newly-appointed Director a short article for the

first issue of our College Magazine. I welcome

the opportunity to ask for that which is essen­

tial to our continued success, namely, the whole­

hearted co-operation and assistance of all who

are interested in the welfare of our institution.

By the word "all" I mean every one of the

eight hundred day students, from the youngest

girl or boy in our junior technical schools to

the head prefects in the senior schools; our

evening and apprenticeship students, numbering

a thousand, who devote so much of their leisure

time to acquiring skill and knowledge; our

numberless old students now scattered far and

wide; our efficient staff of more than one hun­

dred, from the youngest cadet upwards; officers

of the Education Department and the Uni­

versity who deal with technical education; and

the members of our influential Council with

their distinguished President. The promoters of "The Open Door" see in

it a powerful means of welding together the different departments and activities of the

College, of keeping old students in touch with

present students and of informing readers of

passing events and changes in the life of the

College.

If the magazine fulfils these expectations,

those who have worked to publish it will feel

rewarded for their efforts.

One of the pleasures of my work will be that of association with men and women who have worked so hard, in and out of season, to advance the interests of the College and of technical education generally.

In conclusion, may I add that the aim of the College since its foundation has been to give a sound technical training combined with influences which go, at the same time, to the moulding of character, for: —

"When the last great Scorer comes To write against your name, He'll ask not if you won or lost. But how you played the game."

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SECTIONAL NOTES Art.—Many thanks are due to Miss Phyllis

Hunn for her artistic contribution. As the motif is being used in the cover we are unable to publish hers.

A new club has recently been formed by the third and fourth year students to show their capability outside class hours and unaided by instructors. Exhibitions are to be held once a month and marks allotted by Mr. Tompkins. At the end of the year the holder of the highest aggregate will be acclaimed the winner. The entrance fee of 2/6 each will make quite a worth while prize.

The first exhibition, held on July 11th, was a great success. The outstanding features were: A decorative panel of a forest scene, an imaginative drawing of "Tree People," a picture symbolical of Night, a striking cover for "Tennis Talk," and a black and white advertisement for the Stutz car. All were good, but we hope to improve considerably and so have an exhibi­tion of distinction in December.

The annual Fancy Dress Dance was held on July 19th. Owing to the uncertainty of the date, the attendance was less than usual, 130 tickets only being sold. The form of decoration was Japanese, and was distinctly pleasing. The ceiling, with its hidden coloured lighting gave quite a kaleidoscopic effect as it lit up the taste­ful costumes of the dancers.

Those responsible for the function were Kate Forster (Sec.) P. Moir (Treas.), B. Smith, I. Morris, M . Cohen, and M . MacAllister. The proceeds were donated to the Art Library Fund.

CRAFT. Plumbing.—The plumbers are a most en­

thusiastic body of students. W h e n they decide to do a thing they do it thoroughly. This is shown very clearly by their action with regard to "The Open Door." I think we shall find, when the final returns come in, that they have decided en bloc to buy the magazine. Now, then, other departments! [Ed. "Open Door."]

Some of the Opinions of the sudents: — Student 8122: One of the many advantages

of attending a Technical Class is that a student

meets men of his own trade and is then able to see how he measures up to them.

Student A1781: Success will not come by just paying fees. Some students pick their nights to attend when they cannot find anything else to do. The shovel work comes later.

Student 9642 suggests that if municipal coun­cils, when making roads, would place stoneware pipes under the road opposite each property much trouble and expense would be saved. For the water pipes could be passed through them when laying or renewing with very little ex­pense.

Carpentry and Joinery.—Mention is made in another page of the success of Mr. Pavey, an ex-student of this department. Mr. Williams, Billy Williams, as he was always known, is at present gaining experience under Mr. Goodhue, one of the best-known architects in the U.S.A. Mr. Williams was a student of the Day Carpentry and Building Classes in 1919-1921, and, whilst a student of the Atelier at the University won a scholarship for three years in succes­sion. H e was admitted as an associate of the Royal Institute of Vic. Architects in 1926.

Our preparations for a display of work at the Royal Show are rapidly taking shape. The outstanding features this year will be a stair­case, and a glass showcase. Both are the un­aided efforts of evening students. The smaller but less ambitious works of the day students are also good.

Ex-students at present attending the Architec­tural Atelier are Arthur Pretty, Geo. Anderson, and Les. Grant.

Cookery.—The ever popular Cookery Demonstration was held last month. A mere statement of the menu whose preparation was described was, in itself, sufficient to make the mouth of a dying gourmet water. A college "reporter" attended the gathering, but she chuckled so much at the asides of the presiding genius that she was unable to give a faithful rendering. However, a few bon-mots have been collected and appear in the Homecraft Column.

A pie in the mouth is worth two in the oven.

He: "The marvels of electricity have set m e thinking."

She: "Yes, isn't it wonderful what electricity can do?"

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Girls' Junior School.—Our school is divided into forms, each with its own prefect. Most of them are elected by the girls themselves. The present ones are Beryl Armes (Head Prefect), Molly Savage, Jean Addison, Alma McKay, Allison Bremner, Iris Bishop and Alison Wan-nenmacker.

Form A Notes.—We came back this year full of resolutions to work hard and uphold our dignity as seniors. But alas, we were soon engaged in all the undignified games we could think of, and, in general, shocked the new girls entirely. Our studies meet with varied success. Our attempts at stocks and shares have occasioned many a shock and stare, though our knowledge of first aid is exemplary.

Although not expert at cookery, we cannot be said to be total failures, as, up to the present, no serious cases of poisoning have been brought to our notice. Our only objection to plain needlework is that we do not like sewing!

Form Bl Notes.—This is one of the second year forms, and, judging from the numbers in it, appears to be the most popular.

W e specialise in millinery and dressmaking. In these lessons we make hats and dresses for ourselves, and in this way are able to get a hat and coat to match. W e all take a keen interest in all our work, and hope we please our teachers.

Form B2 Notes.—Our compact little form is made up of eight girls. Although we are not very brilliant at times, and always seem to be struggling with work set but not always done to suit our teachers, yet we are very happy. W e will be sorry when our school days are over.

Form B3 Notes.—Ours is the smallest form in the school, but we have heaps of intelligence all the same. Ours is the Art Class, and as the exhibition will soon be here, some of our work will be sure to be seen there. One of our form mates had the misfortune to break her leg at the beginning of the term. But she is with us again, and now appears to look down with dignity at us from a great height. I think she has stretched considerably whilst away.

CI Form Notes.—This form of 20 girls is specially interested in literature, such as Shakespeare's plays. Our prefect, Iris Bishop,

takes life very seriously. W e suppose she remembers how she looked with awe-stricken eyes on the prefects when she was quite a small

child. C2 Form Notes.—Miss Hardess says we C2

girls are not up to standard. So next term, girls, we must work harder and see that a C2

is top, instead of a CI girl.

The trouble is that some parents think that children's leisure hours should not be occupied with home lessons. The children think so too.

THE WATCHWORD OF THE ENGINEER.

We have progressed far since the days when, for possessing and applying a tithe of the scien­tific knowledge acquired by the average engi­neering graduate of our Swinburne Technical College, a man stood in danger of death at the stake for wizardry. But much remains to be done, although, in these modern times every individual with the inclination and ability is free to learn the secrets and laws of Nature and harness them in man's service by obeying them. The greater his understanding of and obedience to the grand natural laws of the universe, the greater engineer he is.

The aim of the engineer is to ease humanity of the grievous burden of chance and "rule of thumb," and confer the boon of enlightened, well-directed effort. The engineer is striving to put method into management, facts in place of guess-work, knowledge where ignorance has taken heavy toll. His life is spent in furthering the constructive evolution of our civilization.

He is slowly educating himself and the world to see the inter-relation betwen the physical, mental, and moral laws. H e is learning to dis­trust the temporary evidence of his senses, his emotions, and custom-worn shibboleths.

Every man with the mentality of a true engi­

neer knows in his heart that high-handed bluff

and Dompous ignorance can no more perma­

nently succeed in business or the affairs of State

than they can in the management of a power

plant or the design of an intricate machine.

"The Truth is mighty and will prevail" is the

watchword of the modern engineer.—Max R.

Johnston.

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ANALECTA Extract from popular novel: "He drew from

his pocket the letter she had cast in his teeth."

— A real conjurer would have made a rabbit of

it.—Anon.

The Bush Terror.—All around a lonely little farm house in the bush, the sun had beaten un­mercifully on the parched grass and gaunt trees, while the bush fires raged without ceasing. Every now and then the crash of falling timber rent the air, which was thick and hot, and hard to breathe.

The few sheep and cattle that had survived the drought were huddled by the fence in the bare paddock, striving to gain scanty shelter from the scorching sun.

A little girl came to the farm house door. "Goldilocks!" she cried, shading her eyes from •the fierce glare.

Again she called, but there was no answer. The roar of the fire came nearer. Nearer it came on the wings of mighty winds.

Knowing her responsibility for her small motherless sister, now that friends were out fighting the fiery foe, she dashed out with gasping breath. Hither and thither until at last she glimpsed her, sound asleep in the yellow grass, right in the way of the flames.

The whole world seemed to rise up before her. She rushed forward half choked and blinded, just in time to throw herself over the little body. The sea of fire closed over her, and she knew no more.

The little bodies were found, hours later, both still alive. The elder sister was badly burnt, but Goldilocks was uncomfortably hot, a little shaken, and mightily astonished,

—Audrey O'Brien (J.T.S.)

Father was mending the hen house. Being his job, I am sorry to say it was a failure, and the whole fell upon him. Father was so enraged that, with the assistance of his admiring offspring, he tipped the most of it into the right-of-way, narrowly missing a motor truck just passing. Politeness was at a low

Even if this magazine is not worth a shilling, it may be tempting to have it for nothing.

ebb, but the motor m an eventually consented

to take the ruins away as a gift. Some time

later a ramshackle "bedstead" wheezed up to

the front gate, and out fell our late motor friend.

"I've brought your car back," he said to father, who was tickling the flowers in the front garden. "But the boss says its the worst mess-up he's seen."

-—"Joker," Engineering Dept.

The End of the Cock Sparrow.—Frank Campbell was a jolly good fellow. H e was not the possessor of brilliant talent in any particular way, but had a fair amount of common sense. Towards those in trouble he was always willing to extend a helping hand, and so became rather well liked.

Now, there lived in his fair suburb a young lady, Phyllis Gretton. by name. As they both played tennis, Frank met her quite frequently. She was good looking and good natured. Like most nice girls, she had, unfortunately, acquired a brother, Ian by name, and a wireless expert by inclination. As Frank himself had interest in the same direction, they were often together trying out their knowledge of Morse or tinker­ing with sets.

Frank's father owned a small motor launch, The Cock Sparrow, on which his son had fitted .a three valve receiver set. This set was a straight circuit of a detector and two stages of audio-frequency amplification.

One fine day Frank decided to take a short trip out in the launch. The weather was perfect and the sea quite calm. Frank thought of taking Ian with him, particularly as he was already mooning round. But Ian was not having any, the fact being, with a brother's cussedness, having discovered rather late the object of Frank's affections, he was peeved about it. So he was not going. Furthermore, almost without thinking, when Frank had gone to a nearby shop for some extra fishing gear, he deliberately watered the other's petrol. Soon Frank was back, and, throwing a few other accessories aboard, jumped in with a cheery farewell to the gloomy Ian.

Frank was too busy picturing the enjoyment ahead of him to pay more than a casual heed to the painful sounds coming from the engine after they were a little way out. In the mean-

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time, Ian returned home and later had tennis with his sister and some friends, and in the social intercourse forgot the dangerous trick he had played on Frank.

Frank was some miles out when the engine spluttered, choked and finally gave out alto­gether. Despite his attempts, which were not at all expert, the engine would not go. Not being despondent, he decided to fish, feeling sure he would strike some other craft, or that the people at home would come and search later.

After a good haul, he began a look around, and noted, to his dismay, every sign of a storm coming up. Very soon it broke with such fury that it was evident the little craft would not withstand it. Despair began to creep upon him with the knowledge that the engine was useless. At last! A brain wave! The wireless! Alas though, it was a receiver, not a transmitter. Further brain disturbance. Yes! Tuning in with the reaction tightly coupled to the "air," he got on to the wave length of a popular station. Then, by increasing the reaction, he produced a hideous squeal. Next, by unscrew­ing aerial from its terminal and tapping the end of the lead against it, he was able to put the squeaks to good purpose. H e was slowly sending a Morse code message for help.

On shore most listeners-in hardly noticed the squeals, but one who understood Morse did. That was Ian, who was listening with Phyllis. He much astonished her by dashing out of the house in the storm. Rounding up a couple of pals, they were soon on the sea front. With feverish haste they put out in a large launch. Even then they had trouble in making way against the elements. After some time they espied a faint glimmer (Frank's accumulators were still good) and heard a "Hallo." It was Frank, and reaching nearer they got him aboard with difficulty. The poor old Cock Sparrow gave two heaves, shipped half the bay, and sank. Luckily for Ian, it was insured.

To that gentleman's credit, it may be said that he told the whole story. Frank forgave him, and afterwards they were better pals than before. Phyllis need not be further mentioned.

— " G e m " (Engineering Day).

Wou'd yo'i be cnnoyed if you were presented with a year's issue of the magazine free?

Do We Know When We Are Healthy?—I really had never thought of it and probably would have passed through life without ever troubling about the fateful question " A m I well ?" if Fate had not timely thrust before m e a pamphlet entitled "You are only as strong as your Stomach." It was put forth as a challenge, as something demanding an immediate reply. I read it breathlessly. It told me, quite frankly, I was not well. No one was. After visiting the author I would realize that nobody could pos­sibly be well unless they lived in the manner hinted at in the text. Moreover true happiness was impossible.

I asked myself the question, W a s I happy? Certainly I was not—and the more I dwelt on it the less I enjoyed myself. Something quite wrong. I must see this person—this D. Pink, hours 8 to 5, "Sure to Cure."

I duly went. O n entering, I disturbed D. Pink, who was browsing off a large raw cab­bage. The green tops of some carrots lay in the waste paper basket, and one had only to look at D. Pink to guess where the carrots were. Although not exactly fat, even a casual observer would admit that he had made good at his pro­fession. O n seeing m e he desisted from further inroads on the cabbage, and motioned m e to a seat.

I told him I had read his pamphlet. At once he bent on m e a glance both comprehensive and penetrating, and muttered, "H'm — digestive troubles—usual business." Louder he addressed m e like a lewis gun facing the foe, " H o w many meals do you eat?"

I began counting—but, what with morning tea, afternoon tea and supper between the regulars, with makeshifts of minties and chewing gum, I could safely answer: "One meal a day."

After a few moments silent thought he began: " W e must imitate the animals. They eat only when they are hungry."

From the condition of the room one would conclude D. Pink was always hungry. How­ever, I was interrupting. "One's meals," he continued, "cannot digest if one exercises or thinks before or after them. In fact, m y rule throughout has been: 'Never work between meals.' Eating itself provides all the exercise one requires."

This was a great shock to me; for had I not been working between meals for the last twenty

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years. In other words, slowly committing suicide!

His next remark was: "Do you eat cooked food." "Yes," I said, feeling quite safe here, for a certain doctor had once told m e he always insisted on cooked food, as he preferred the flavour of dead germs to live ones.

O n hearing this D. Pink threw up his arms in horror.

"Cooking kills all the vitamines! and vita-mines are life!!"

"What can I do," I cried. "Give up all cooked foods, all devitalized

products. Give up meat, eggs, tobacco, alcohol, tea, coffee, cocoa, jams, sweets, cheese, all fried foods "

"Stop," I moaned, "What can I eat?" "Fruit, raw vegetables and nuts." Before leaving D. Pink gave m e a postcard

depicting two men parting at the cross-roads. One, marked "Health and Happiness," was an apopletic looking individual hailing a taxi. The other, marked "Illhealth," was a weedy, de­jected shrimp of a person smoking two cigarette butts fastened together with stamp paper. Underneath in flaming letters: "Which are you?"

"Hang this on the wall," said D. Pink, "and look at it when the flesh is weak. Once you get used to eating raw turnip tops no cunning cook will turn you from the path to happiness. Good-bye."

I am sticking rigidly to the new diet,.my flesh is falling away—lately I feel I have taken up the wrong profession—my friends all seem quarrelsome, home life is a bore ....

Some time later .... "Waiter! Bring m e an underdone steak and a bottle of good old wine." A profound sigh: "This is the life!"

Note.—To avoid misconception on the matter of D. Pink, D. stands for Dietitian.

— J . Moreton (Art School),

THE LUCKY GALLEON.

Rob Clarendon spent most of his holidays in the woods about his father's farm by the sea, or in fishing on the unruffled waters of the cove nearby. Many a time also had Rob clambered up and down rocks looking for new sights or perhaps a new cave. For one was apt to miss

much on the rugged coast of this part of Scot­land.

One day, however, sad news awaited the family. The year's crop had been very poor and his father was unable to pay expenses, most farms being rented. So they would have to go to Edinburgh and seek work. Poor Rob! H e got little sleep that night, thinking of all the pleasant things he would be leaving behind. For several days Rob was busy helping to get things ready for the departure, but his father said he could have the last two days to say good-bye to his friends outside. The first day Rob spent in the woods, walking the cool, green glades, climbing trees and peering into birds' nests.

That night he was awakened by a queer rumbling, which seemed to come from the sea, but was yet not like the noise of the sea. So loud was it that the room seemed to shake. Rob jumped out of bed and rushed to the window but could make out nothing in the dark. H e fell asleep thinking he.would investigate in the morning. After breakfast he was off, with his lunch tucked in his pocket, clambering down the rocky path to the sea.

There an amazing sight met his eyes. Part of the overhanging cliff had collapsed

leaving a huge cavity. When he recovered from his surprise he made his way round the cave and commenced climbing the rocky debris to­wards the opening. When he reached the mouth of this cavity he was still more surprised, for, there in the shadows was a wooden ship. Masts were gone, ropes were rotted and sides eaten through. From the shape of her she would be the remains of a galleon.

Boylike, he plunged boldly forward and was soon on the deck, and descending the old com­panion way. At first he could see nothing, but when his eyes got used to the gloom he saw that he was in a large cabin or store with odds and ends of ropes and timber in it. Hanging on the wall he espied a rusty cutlass, which he pulled down, and felt safer in the doing. For he was beginning to get quivers down his back. Going on, he passed through a doorless opening into what must have been the armoury, judging from the implements of war stacked about.

Passing quickly from here he wandered

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through several cabins until he reached the stern, where he found a large, well-fitted cabin, evidently the captain's quarters. Sprawled on the table was a heap of rags. Rob stepped across to see what it was and jumped back in horror. It was a skeleton. It took no small amount of courage to explore this room with that thing at the table. In fact, if the truth is told, he kept one eye on it all the time; and it was because of this he made his discovery, for, by moving in this crablike manner, he fell over a locker, bumped himself against the chair, and in trying to make a recovery, dragged the skele­ton down too. W h e n he did get up he found that the skeleton had been covering a small iron-bound box. He tried to open it but could not, nor could he lift it. So off went Rob for his father. Between them they moved it to the farm house, Mr. Clarendon listening to the wonderful tale as they went.

With the aid of a crowbar the lid was prized open, and, wonderful sight, out poured a stream of gems and golden ornaments. Low gasps from Mr. and Mrs. Clarendon, but wild shouts from Rob.

They looked at each other, one thought in all their minds. They would not now need to give up the farm. And so it was, for, although the treasure was handed to the Government, their reward was more than sufficient to satisfy their needs and make the future safe.

For years after, the spot was known as "Lucky Galleon Cove."—Jack Edmonds, Boys' Junior School.

COLOUR.

Fairy: "Have you ever noticed how great a part art plays in your everyday life?"

Children: "No." Fairy: "Then come, let us spread imaginative

wings, to seek within this magic world of ours for wondrous things. First for colour let us look, yellow red, and blue. Yellow is the sunshine, bathing flowers and leaves in garden fair; 'tis ever busy planning little spots in pretty pattern form, from out deep shadows cast upon the lawn. I'll whisper something more—by right,

in mystic fun it plays and polishes, with naughty smile, the twinkling stars on high. Then comes red, eager, bright and all aflame, whilst blue is cooling of the heat; the ocean, river, mountain far—your holiday with these is very near. But, look! a house, soft bluish grey, with orange shrubs all round-about its doors and windows, chimneys too, by artist all have been designed. Carpeted halls, so soft to tread, browns and greys, and lovely golds, a ground, upon which the artist mind has woven space and mass in beautiful form, to hold soft colours rare. O h ! see! spread is a feast for little folk, all upon Damask tablecloth, finely woven, pattern small, but very quaint, composed again by artist fair; cups upon their saucers stand, and tiny plates for little hands, Fuschia patterned, coyly spaced, in blue and orange, all so gay—another world of art, you see. The spoons and forks, and even chairs you sit upon, a mind of art con­ceived them all; your party frocks, soft muslin if they be, patterned for your eye to please—so come, yes, young and old, to live within our magic land."

Children: "Hurrah for the good old fairy, The queen of all fairies is she, With her robe of all purple and

wands of all gold, A ruler of magic indeed. She comes tripping along, with a

smile and a song, O'er the red and green leafed

throng, The flowers which she carries of

orange and blue, Are her token of love for all who

are true." — B y "Laughing Colour," Girls' Junior School.

Anyone can laugh when the other fellow slips on a banana skin; but it takes a humourist to do it and see the joke as well.

"The critic is the fellow who can do things so very much better than they are done, but cannot spare the time to prove it."

Have you read the footnotes on the precious pages. They concern you.

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A NIGHT OUT WITH THE SPARKS.

If you should find, one night, that the quad­rangle is full af ancient motor bikes, in the company of a few smart little Baby Austins, you will know that the electricians are "at home." And if you should wander up the stone steps to their practical room, you will see them in full swing. To the uninitiated, the practical room looks like a complex crossword puzzle with its motors ranged round in squares, and surmounted by a fearsome array of starting ap­paratus. Around each motor is gathered an earnest group of students in attitudes of prayer; though if you happened to wander a little nearer to one of these groups, you would find that the prayers are distinctly forceful and direct, and if one gentleman happens to put his hand where he should not put it, then you will be permitted to learn an interesting piece of news about the antecedents of that particular motor, and its probable destination.

Seriously speaking, however, the electrical workroom is one of the finest in Australia, and has been laid out by a master hand. All varieties of motor and starting apparatus are there, and can be connected up and run by the student in the same way as if he were actually wiring the motor on a job. In the ad­joining room wiring jobs are carried out by the first year students. Some wonderful lighting effects are obtained by this tribe at the begin­ning; lights that just glow, and lights that burn with dazzling brilliance, lights that flicker on and off, and lights that will burn only when you stamp lustily on the floor.

For a study in anxious bewilderment com­mend m e to the first year wiring student as he gazes at his first job. Let us leave them at it, and go back to the motor room, where all the exciting things happen. They are just settling down to work. T w o chaps over there, tangled up in a maze of wires, have commandeered all the 3 phase motors, and are endeavouring to connect them up on the Feraras-Arno system. By the sounds of the motors as they groan they have slightly improved on the ideas of the worthy Count who created the system, and have included some inspirations of their own.

The instructor bears down on them. H e has no romance in his soul, this gentleman; progress is not for him. H e wants the motors connected

up as Count Feraras-Arno laid down many years ago, and he tells the luckless students forcibly that they can try their experiments, and so-called improvements, on their own motors.

A calm settles down in that particular corner as the two in question perplexedly unravel their network of wires, and start again. O n the next motor another student is in difficulties. H e has filled up all the available terminals with wire, and has still wire to run for the supply, and nowhere to run them. H e is now earnestly looking under the machine to see if the makers have secreted two there, purposely to annoy him. A great light will probably burst upon him in a couple of hours time. A little way further on a student has completed the wiring, and is ready to start up. H e turns on the "juice," and slowly and doubtfully moves the starter handle over. The doubtful look passes, and a pleased expression takes its place as the motor slowly gathers speed—it is actually going to work! —the motor purrs sweetly round. H e straightens his back and looks triumphantly at the gentle­man of the lost terminals. The position may be reversed in half an hour, but, anyway, this is his minute.

The next machine is the generator, which tricks the best of them. One of the M.E.S. testers has just connected it up, but it won't generate, and a wireman who has smarted under this very tester's criticism on many a job is patronisingly telling him how it should be done. The wireman connects it up in his fashion, but nothing eventuates. The M.E.S. man smiles again. N o w they both get at it on the principle that two heads are better than one, and finally she kicks away, much to their carefully con­cealed surprise and unconcealed delight.

The gentleman who lost the terminals is now looking for them within the motor itself. A sound like a goat dragging itself along a tin roof is heard. Some gentleman has started up the single phase motors without putting the brushes in. Many voices inform him of his error, and he wearily throws off the supply, and re-sets his brushes, and, with a withering glance at his fellow students, starts the motor up correctly.

Throughout the busy scene, the figure of the instructor moves with Olympian calm, and he

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instructs here, and criticizes their, and gradu­ally leads his classes in the way they should go. A smothered outcry in the far corner over there is due to the fact that a student soldering joints has picked up the wrong end of the soldering iron. H e does not actually say: " W o e is m e ! " but that is what he means. The gentleman of the lost terminals is now wearily looking to see if, by any chance, they have been placed on the motor next to him. The Feraras-Arno students, w h o m we first observed, have extricated themselves from the maze of wires, and have gone to the blackboard, where they are engaged in drawing most obstruse figures to prove why the motor should go, though it doesn't. That sigh of relief was from the terminal gentleman. H e has found them at last, hidden coyly under a hideous mass of wiring which he had placed there himself.

The hour comes to 9.30, and all the motors have at last been successfully connected up, and the wires are coiled, and neatly stacked away. The roll is called. Students wend their way down the stairs. The night air is suddenly full of hideous sounds as twenty old motor bikes are tuned up. The sound gradually dwindles away in the distance, and the quad­rangle is deserted save for one lone figure. It is the gentleman of the lost terminals. His tyre is flat, and someone has pinched his pump.

— W . H. Bonwick, Wiring Classes.

F A S H I O N ?

What is fashion ? It arises mainly out of evo­lution: the gradual improvement and desire for change, that, cloaked over by frills and flummeries, is called a convention. Because everyone does it, it is fashionable; be­cause everyone wears it, it is right; if a certain kind of clothing is worn or a certain habit is in vogue, those who carry it to an extreme are called ultra fashionable. There­fore, as fashion decrees that men's clothing should contain numerous useless pockets, should have cuffs on the legs of their trousers to catch

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the dust and germs of the city, so that they may take it home to spill about the floor where the children play; should be made of drab, heavy material; should consist of many articles, such as vests, trousers, shirts, and coats, not to mention underclothing. Surely the m a n who wears several singlets, shirts made of coarse material, and suits of thick woollen tweed, with pockets plastered all over them and a hat so hard that it leaves a red mark on his head when taken off: surely that m a n is ultra fashionable. But no, the tweed must be of a certain weight, the suit of a particular cut, with a correct place for every button and pocket. The shirts of some expensive silk, and—not only that—he must wear a collar with many awkward studs, and a tie like a bandage round his neck. The' suit must be lined and padded on the shoulders to enhance the beauty and proportion of his (well made?) figure. These must be worn in all weathers, seldom varying the weight in accordance with the temperature.

There are special costumes for- all occasions. His dinner suit must have a satin collar, his dress suit must have long tails, for no particular reason but to get crushed if inadvertently sat upon, and a shirt front so stiff that he cannot comfortably bend to light his cigarette. H e en­dures a collar so hard that if he turns his head too far or too quickly he is in danger of cutting his throat. For golf he must wear a cap with a peak in front to obstruct his views and with nothing behind to protect his neck from the heat of the sun. H e also has his plus-fours, which ridiculous name represents a large quantity of clumsy cloth made in an exaggerated form of ladies' bloomers, pouching over the knees and flapping in the wind.

So much and a great deal more is man's fashion of to-day. The careful plottings of the great designing minds, the evolving through the ages of ideas for the comfort and beauty in the habits and coverings of mankind.

If the fashion artists decreed that all men should wear skirts I would not be surprised if, in time, they reached the stage where men and women exchanged clothes and duties almost entirely.—J. Adderley, Art School.

You are now distinctly irritated with this dreary repetition of jootnotes. Good! This is the finest stimulus to action known.

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THE POLICE SERGEANT. Humour, poverty, misery, hate, and crime step

side by side boldly into a very plain room at police headquarters. Every caller who is seek­ing aid or information is directed with this advice: "See the Sergeant at the Inquiry Office."

You will find him sitting - behind an old-fashioned desk, generally with a telephone re­ceiver in one hand and a pen in the other. Stay with him a few short hours and you will be surprised to see quite a different side of Mel­bourne life laid before you. Hear the Sergeant growl, then stop to think before he replies to someone who has just rung up to say a house has been broken open or a motor car stolen or a friend missing. H e listens, advises, then acts.

While you are there with him you will doubt­less be shocked at the unwelcome presence of poverty. But the Sergeant is used to it. A young couple may come in hungry, weary, and tired. They say they have walked so many miles, the man trying to get work and his wife just going with him. They have had no food for 24 hours and they have no place to sleep. He has heard the same tale time after time, but he does not just sympathize. H e knows sympathizing is no cure for hunger. If the Ser­geant sees they are deserving, he orders a hot meal from the police barracks, and then directs them to some place to sleep. As there is so much poverty about because of unemployment, many men seek aid. Many of these men plead to be permitted to sleep in the prisons instead of under the stars. This is not allowed. Only people who have been arrested for something are allowed to sleep in houses of the crown. One man, on hearing this, went and threw a brick at a window in his desperation. His wish to sleep in prison was granted, for 14 nights.

A police sergeant's life is not all a path of roses. One of his worst tasks is to inform a person's relatives if an accident occurs, and the person is injured or killed. H e does not have to inform them personally lately as it is done by wireless. This is a better method as it never fails to locate anyone. After 10 p.m. the Ser­geant has a busy time. All crimes are reported to him first, and he alone can send out the mes­sages to the patrols by way of wireless.

He is indeed a busy m a n . — M . Savage, Girls' Junior School.

The House System.—The Boys' Junior School of 360 students is divided into six houses, each taking for its house name that of an Australian pioneer. The final objective of the system is the all-round development of the student, and the closest attainment to this is symbolized in the winning of the Boanas Cup.

The system involves competitions in Scholastic Attainments, Punctuality, Discipline, and Sports. *"

The progress totals to date are:—-Batman, 372; Latrobe, 358; Collins, 336; Hume, 322; Henty, 304; Flinders, 281.

Batman House.—The boys of Batman House should feel proud of the name of the House for it is named after John Batman, the founder of Melbourne, who showed great foresight in selecting the site of our great city.

The aim of the House it to live up to its motto: "A sound mind in a sound body." Dur­ing the last three years we have made records, including the holding of six pennants simultane­ously and winning the Boanas Cup for 1926 and 1927, after being runners-up in 1925, the first year of the House System.

This year the House is progressing well with a good lead on the other Houses. Nearly every boy is doing his share by taking part in as many activities of the House as possible.

— C . Monahan.

Collins House.—Valuable training in self-government and leadership is received by mem­bers of Collins House, for, with a minimum of assistance from House Masters, its affairs run smoothly.

Jack Crompton, the first leader, set a high standard, which has been well maintained by Syd. McNaughton and Len. Crowe.

The method has not yet produced a champion House, but members think that, when the true "House spirit" is .developed in all, they will obtain that honour.

Last year the House filled second place, and

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is in third place now, but hopes to improve its position before December.—L. Crowe.

Flinders House.—In many ways we are worthy of the name of Australia's greatest navigator, but he had an advantage over us. He did not carry passengers.

To prove the quality of our crew, one may see, in the ward room, four pennants for Pro­gress, Sport, Football and Cricket. Those who helped in these successes deserve all praise, and the ringleaders must receive mention:—"Tiger" Dean—Captain; vice-captain School xviii., School xi.; and first place in his grade, G. Murray—First in his grade; excellent centre man, and sound cricketer. I. Lillie—School xviii.; an all-rounder. G. Jackson—School xviii. Bert Grant—School xi; a promising boy in all respects. Other prominent juniors are Nott, Garrett and Sharpe.

In spite of these valiant efforts, the old ship is last in the race for the Boanas Cup. This is due to evil practices of the steerage passengers who do all they can to hinder progress. W e have prepared the list of these passengers, but lack of space will not permit publishing them in this issue.—M. A. Gould.

Perhaps we will manage the space in next issue. (Ed. O.D.).

Henty House.—Our House is named after Thomas Henty, an Englishman who settled in Tasmania.

Henty was the first House to have the honour of winning the Boanas Cup. Last year we were well up in the competitions and we hoped to win the Cup again this year. Though we have not won many matches, we have played hard and improved during the year. Our chief points winners are:—J. Barnes (13 points), J.

One on the Instructor.—A student in a pat­tern-making class was hammering a wood screw into position on his job when the instructor, a cute little man with a nicely waxed moustache, was soon at his side.

Picking up a screw driver from the bench the instructor exclaimed: "What do you think this is for laddie?"

"To take the dashed things out again, Sir," was the student's reply.—W.J.K.

McAllan (12 points), I. Day (7 points), and A. Dowsing (6 points).—C. Vowles.

Hume House.—We have been progressing satisfactorily. W e hold the fourth position for the Boanas Cup and hope to win our way to the top. W e intend to be punctual on all occa­sions, exemplary in discipline, and excel in all kinds of sports; by so doing we hope to merit the approval of our House Masters and be the envy of our rivals. Our House Captain (E. Roff) is the Captain of the School football and cricket teams. Our House also can boast of many fine concert artists who entertain us at our Thursday Afternoon Assemblies.—C. Vize.

Latrobe House.—The House still maintains the usual satisfactory standard in its sporting activities. Recent success has been achieved in football, Latrobe being "runners-up" with only one defeat. The House also holds a very strong position in the cricket competition, being at present level for first place with Flinders.

The Latrobe boys, being a close second in the aggregate, are making determined efforts to put their house on top. To accomplish this it is desirable that more active interest be taken in scholastic work in the hope of achieving the same measure of success as gained in sport. Remember the House motto: "Labor Omnia Vincit"—Labor Conquers Everything.

— L . Carter.

The Junior School Assembly.—A feature of the weekly routine of the Boy's Junior Technical School is the Thursday Afternoon Assembly.

From 3.15 to 4 p.m. the School gathers in the College Hall where a programme provided by the students is rendered. Community Sing­ing is conducted by Mr. R. Maddocks, and is ably supported by the School Orchestra under the baton of Mr. S. Bennett. The Orchestra affords the opportunity to many students to play suitable instruments, and obtain practice in playing together, and this may be very useful to them in after life. The training they obtain under the guidance of so able an instructor as Mr. Bennett is so valuable that any student who is eligible and passes through the College with­out taking advantage of this opportunity is losing one of the best chances of a lifetime.

"Old Boys" are specially welcome at our Thursday afternoon gathering whenever they can find it convenient to attend. W e also ex-

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tend a hearty welcome to those leaders in public life who are able to find a few spare moments from their valuable time to address us.

Mr. McKay, our headmaster, has written a short note addressed to old boys. This will be found in the ex-students column "By the Way."

SENIOR SCHOOL

Engineering.—This is intended to be a short account of the activities of the day students of the Egineering School, I feel sure that any remarks about lectures would induce "glassy eye" and a casehardened heart in the reader.

So instead of recording the successes of our temporary guides to learning the tale of the harmless, and to be hoped lawful, pursuits of the victims will be recorded.

I must needs start with the ways of the mighty third year. They are all "might." For in every conversation of theirs, one hears how "this might happen" or "Mr. So and so might for­get to ask for this." H o w reckless of them! In our first and second years we are told that infinity is incomprehensible. The third year, though, have an infinite capacity for eating crumpets:

The first year, being fresh, have a varied life of it. Being young, it is convenient for we elders to blame them for everything. This leads to slight skirmishes in the C o m m o n Room. At times like this everything seems to have motion relative to everything else. It is prob­ably -their keen interest in such natural phenomena that leads some of our instructors to be on the spot on such occasions. These mental and physical affairs are quite good for the young," too. Many a student leaving this College knows full well that, even if he is no engineer, he can earn a crust as assistant to a

glazier or a plasterer.

You will have noticed that very little has been said so far about our Second Year. Being the elite, I am leaving them till last. W e are the arbitrators and guides of the community. Do the third year wish to have a few words with the first year, we step in and put the matter right. If the first year are "up against it," we show them how matters can be "arranged." Our fame has even reached Queensland!

In our ranks we have many famous sports, a school dux (the spelling is correct), wireless experts, ice skaters, goal jumpers, conversa­tionalists, financiers, and others. Among the

others may be found, with care, a budding engineer or two, but these frosty days are bad for anything budding. Need I say more.

— " G e m . "

Visits of Inspection. During the year several visits of inspection

were made to places of special interest to engi­neering students, among them being the New­port Railway Workshops, the Rope Works, Geelong, and the Briquetting plant at Yallourn. In each case great courtesy was extended to staff members and students alike by the officials of the respective concerns. O n the visit to the Railway Workshops we were most fortunate in obtaining a close-up view of the new Pacific Locomotive, the S300. The departure from the general practice of locomotive construction was a thing of great interest.

The visit to Yallourn was most successful, a number of Old Boys joining the party, which numbered about 90. W e were met at the station by officials of the Electricity Commission and were personally conducted over the works, motor vehicles being provided for this purpose. The Open Cut, Power House, and Briquetting plant were each visited in turn.

The visit to the Rope Works at Geelong was one of peculiar interest to a number of the students, being the first of its kind.

The different kinds of hemp and flax were described by the official in charge of the party, as also were the various machines for treating the hemp before the finished rope was pro­duced. It was interesting to note that a rope a mile long could be manufactured at the works.

—"Camshaft."

Chess and Draughts.—These games were started as winter recreations a few years ago. Interest has grown each year, and now we have quite a respectable array of champions and otherwise; all keen players, though somewhat noisy in argument at times.

As was the case last year a tournament has been in full swing this term in draughts. With the increased interest in chess one has rfad to arrange "also for chess. These are so arranged that each competitor has an opportunity of playing each rival once. A system of points is fixed, and the top four in each tournament will play off. With a fortnight of play still to

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go, it looks as if Needham and Frame will be in the finish at draughts. In chess the games appear more even, although Krizos and Need-ham will be hard to keep out of the finals.—

—Chesos.

BY THE WAY OLD GIRLS' ASSOCIATION.

O n April 26th about 130 Old Girls, with the present Girls' School staff, gathered in the school hall, to say farewell to Miss Blackmore, prior to her resignation as headmistress. The present organization and high place of the school in technical education are due to Miss Blackmore's devotion to, and interest in, her work and pupils. It was a very happy party, and as a mark of love and esteem the girls pre­sented her with silver entree dishes and a set of fish knives and forks. The meeting closed with wishes of good health and happiness in her future married life.

The best of wishes are tendered the following girls, whose engagements have been recently announced:—Ada Joshua, Win. Summerhayes, Jean Joyce, Una Clark, Y. Quittenton, Muriel Dunn, Violet Chinnick, Anne Gargett.

Hearty congratulations to Gwen. Owen on passing her final examinations in Nursing. W e understand she is one of the youngest trainees from the Alfred Hospital to do so.

Elsie Morris, one of the school pioneers, and later on the staff, was married early in March to Mr. E. Wheat. She has made her home in Portland. Elsie has been our secretary since the inception of the Association, and has won appreciation from us all. Lexie McConchie succeeded her, and undertook the arrangements for Miss Blackmore's farewell.

W e extend to Mollie and E m m a Givens our deepest sympathy in the loss of their father.

Girls of 1928 will be interested to learn that Phyllis Leigh, who married the Rev. H. Cham­bers, is very happy in Fiji, with her two bonnie bairns. SWINBURNE OLD COLLEGIANS.

The Swinburne Old Collegians is a well-known and progressive association, having been established for a considerable time. It is proud to be enabled to claim among its patrons the

founder of the College, the Hon. Geo. Swin­burne, M.L.C., who has at all times been a most ardent supporter of the activities of the Associa­

tion. The aims of the Association are the forward­

ing of technical education generally, the encour­aging of sound and enduring comradeship between past students, and in all, interesting itself in matters of mutual benefit to both pre­sent and past students.

In order to encourage social intercourse be­tween its members, the Association endeavours, as far as possible, to cater for all tastes. Its activities are indeed very far reaching in this respect. Most enjoyable dances are held almost monthly. A re-union is held annually, and to which it is pleasing to note that many promi­nent personalities make it their business to be present. Among the annual functions it is also as well to mention the Annual Ball, which is the function most looked forward to by all, and toward which the members make a special effort to ensure its success. The entire proceeds of the Ball are paid to the credit of a fund established by the Association, known as the Scholarship and Prize Fund. This Fund is for the express purpose of providing Scholar­ships and Prizes for both scholastic as well as sports' purposes.

Ventures which have been successfully pro­moted and have proved very popular, and of a highly educational value to all attending, in­clude a trip to the State Electricity Commis­sion's Scheme at Yallourn, inspection of the new "Argus" Office at work, the studio of 3LO, and tours of inspection to several places, in­cluding Sugarloaf Hydro-Electric Scheme, Rubicon, Lower Rubicon, Maroondah, and many other works in various parts of the State.

It is very gratifying that at all the places visited, the Swinburne College was represented. With few exceptions, at all the larger works, an "Old Boy" was to be seen occupying a very responsible position. In several cases it was the extreme pleasure of the parties to be accom­panied, throughout the inspection, by an "Old Boy," who played an important part in the par­ticular undertaking, and who delighted in ex­plaining the details of the scheme.

It will be observed that the efforts of the Association are widely felt, and that members are most adequately catered for.

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It is open to all past students of the College, and a warm welcome is assured anyone de­sirous of becoming an active member. The subscription is five (5) shillings per annum, payable in advance, and which, considering the number and variety of entertainments it will open up to you, and the benefits to be derived generally, is an extremely small amount, and which is quite within the reach of all.

Any reader who is anxious to obtain further information relative to the Association, should communicate with the Secretary, J. Mains-bridge, 62 Auburn Parade, Hawthorn East, E.3.

— J . Mainsbridge.

Note by Mr. D. McKay, Headmaster, Boys' Junior School.

Through the medium of these columns I wish to convey cordial greetings to all Old Boys, and to let them know that it gives m e and the staff generally much pleasure to hear from them as to their progress through life. Such links with old students are one of the rewards of teaching.

Letters from old students will at all times be welcome, and every endeavour will be made to give each an early reply.

Now, Old Boys, do not forget to support your old school by becoming regular subscribers to the Magazine, and by supplying interesting matter for publication.

OLD ENGINEERING SWINBURNIANS.

The annual general meeting was held on April 24th, when R. H. Dixon was elected President, and K. D. Woo d as Hon. Treasurer. Our genial friend, S. R. Bell, continues to func­tion as Hon. Secretary.

W e hope to roll up in increased numbers this year to the Swingineer Social in August. W e use the word roll in quite a literal and tech­nical sense. Anything on four wheels, provided the "juice" is right!

The forthcoming functions are:—Annual Reunion, August 30th; Annual Dance, Octo­ber 5th; Annual Dinner or Dinner and Theatre Party, November 15th. This latter is subject to a referendum which is being taken to decide the exact nature of the function.

—S.R.B.

Rumours (unconfirmed and otherwise).— Every care has been taken to make the list of

victims complete, but any party feeling aggrieved at 'non-inclusion can have the matter rectified by writing to the joint managers.

Austin G. Marshall, who won the Scouts' Hiking Championship of Victoria this year, is reputed to have (with apologies to the fair sex) the nicest knees in Malvern.

Among those present at the M.L.C. Ball recently held, were Messrs. J. V. and K. Wood, G. Wilson, Bradley and L. Philp. All were superbly arrayed. Friend Wilson, so I hear, completed, during the course of the evening, a design for an earthen dam on the back of his programme.

It startles m e to hear that our dear pal, H. Royston Coir, is negotiating for the purchase of a hat. D.D.G. is keenly interested; as for years he has not succeeded in getting one suf­ficiently large to encompass his cranium.

H. Wesslink, who has been in the employ of a plaster Works at York Peninsula, S.A., is now the Adelaide representative of the same firm. He is the proud possessor of a Standard Coach, a Wife, and a Bonny Son (order of merit not indicated). I hear that "Lofty the Second" is likely to follow in father's footsteps.

Wilfred (Quack) Pickford, a mainstay of the Board of Works and a noted footballer, has re­cently joined the ranks of the Benedicts. Good luck, Quack!

Albert Stohr is now holding a responsible position in the Metropolitan Board of Works.

Digby Manton, of the M.E.S., is now apply­ing his wide experience of electrical testing under the Engineer of Tests, Electrical Branch, Victorian Railways.

F. J. Odgers is an assistant engineer in the Overhead Department, Electrical Branch, Vic­torian Railways.

It is rude to ask, but why has Stan. Allen bought land at Ormond, and consistently spends his leave away up in the Hamilton district?

—"W.L.K.P."

SHOP NOTES.

There are, so far as I can find out, four old J.T.S. boys and four old engineers up here as well as three or four woodwork and architec­tural students. Weickhart "arrived" this year after four years in the M.T.S. and is doing science. Cox A.F. is in his fourth year of architecture.

Reynolds, third year mechanical, is "doing"

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sport also. He was by no means a back num­ber in the Open Featherweight Contest last year, and is showing promise at "rugger." His name is also up for a Trial Crew. Old Swingineers and others will be interested to learn that he successfully negotiated the first round of the billiard tourney.

Miller and Gleghorn are in their third year electrical. H a m is our latest recruit. He, too, has taken up boxing, and has won the novice featherweight.

Editorial Note.—It is strongly desired that the paragraphs, Rumours and Shop Notes, shall be comprehensive, interesting, and accu­rate. The managers of "Rumours" are L. Philp, 10 Patterson Street, W . Brunswick, and W . J. Knipe, 2 Motherwell Street, Sth. Yarra.

Matter intended for publication may be sent to either of these gentlemen, but must be authenticated in some way or other.

The Shop Notes are in the hands of R. J. Gleghorn, 8 Phoenix Street, Sth. Yarra, and are intended to reflect the University activities of all ex-Swinburnians.

Boy : "What is redundancy ?" Artist : "Redundancy, my boy, is the use of

more words than are necessary to express one's mean.ng, such as- wealthy dealer, poor artia.

LIBRARY LIST. Author.

"Daddy Long Legs" . . . Jean Webster "Seven Little Australians" Ethel Turner "Family at Misrule" Ethel Turner "Little Mother Meg." Ethel Turner "Girl of the Limberlost" Gene Stratton Portsr

School Stories. "Tom Brown's School Days" "Old Boy' "Stalky and Co." Rudyard Kipling "Just Patty" Jean Webster "Leader of the Lower School" Angela Brazil "Dick" Mary Grant Bruce

Adventure Stories. "The Three Musketeers" .. .. .. .'. Alexandre Dumas "Robinson Crusoe" Daniel Defoe "The Gorilla Hunters" R. M. Ballantyne "Treasure Island" Robert Louis Stevenson "Kidnapped" Robert Louis Stevenson

Travels. "Famous Discoveries by Sea and Land" "Ports and Happy Havens" Ethel Turnei "Peeps at Holland" Juagman

Nature Stories. T w o "Jungle Books" , Rudyard Kipling

Myths. "Tales of King Arthur" U. Cutler "Favourite Greek Myths" L. Hede

Fairy Stories. "Alice in Wonderland" Lewis Carrol "The Water Babies" Charles Kingsley

Other good yarns are "Midshipman Easy" and "Masterman Ready," by Capt. Marryat; "Typhoon," by Conrad; and "Moby Dick," by H. Melville.

This Column has been unavoidably curtailed through lack of space. If you know of any good yarns, send a brief description of them to the Manager, Library List.

Scraps.—The Chinese have a proverb which states that a crowing hen lays no eggs.

In an untutored race, now extinct, it was the custom to give the unfriendly critic a carrot, with the command that he should go and do better. Hence the aphorism, "Many a man should have carrots growing on his grave."

Angry parent to weeping child: "You naughty boy to throw stones." "But I only threw two." "Yes, but that's too many." "No t'ain't! The first one missed him."

Extract from Country Journal. "The jury were driven from the hotel in

which they had passed the night" serve them right.—G.J.

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BOY'S JUNIOR SCHOOL.

The old year cast great responsibilities on the boys of 1928. A premiership in football; second place in cricket and third in athletics were no mean achievements, and with the know­ledge that many old players would be missing, it seemed that difficulty would be experienced in keeping the flag flying. Let us look at the year's results.

likely to increase his batting average of 50, and Ern. Roff (captain) should be able to keep him company. Judging by the batting in recent matches, we do not have a "tail." The bowl­ing does not show any outstanding figures, but should present sufficient variety to trouble most batsmen.

FOOTBALL.

W e have experienced Fortune's favours and frowns in this sport. At times it seemed that even a position in the "final four" was beyond us, but throughout, there were glimpses of latent talent, which, coupled with excellent team spirit encouraged us all. Our greatest achievement was in defeating the hitherto unbeaten team,

PREMIERSHIP FOOTBALL TEAM Back Row : L. F. Wilson (Coach), J. Morris, H. Roy, F. Kemp, C. Williamson, J. Milner, S. Lewis, I. Lillie,

O. Addison, A. Ford, A. Green (Sp. Master). Middle Row : J. Lobb, W . West, L. Cuddon, J. McAllan, E. Roff (Capt.), R. Dean (Vice-Capt.), L. Junor,

G. Jackson, C. Colliver. Front Row : F. Hodder, R. Dowsing, J. Ellis, E. Shacklock.

CRICKET.

One round was completed during the first term, and the concluding round will commence in September. Swinburne's position is very hopeful, as we suffered defeat only once and are consequently but three points behind the leaders, South Melbourne.

W e have reason to be optimistic. Junor is

Footscray, on our home ground. From that period, hopes of even a premiership were en­tertained. The Association semi-final appeared very difficult but determination overcame Col-lingwood's more polished efforts, and so another obstacle was left behind. The final resulted in a victory for Footscray, after a very strenuous game, 9 — 7 to 7—4 .

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ATHLETICS. This year the inter-school meeting will be

held at Maryborough during October, and active preparations must go forward immediately. Championships in three ages, namely, under 13 years, under 14 and under 16, will be com­peted for. To decide who will be our repre­sentatives, House Sports and Inter-House Sports will be held early in the third term. Every year there is difficulty in sorting out likely material because boys will not come forward. W e trust that 1928 boys are not shy in this respect. You may be a potential champion! At least let the coach see you in action. Enter for your House trials.

HOUSE COMPETITIONS.

There seems little doubt that this year's con­tests have been keener than any others we have had under the House System. I attribute this to the refusal of the smaller boys to hide their talents, as in other years.

As in inter-school cricket competitions, we will start the concluding round of "House" matches in September. The positions at the end of the first round were: —

Flinders and Latrobe, 14 points; Batman and Hume, 12 points; Collins, 6 points; Henty, 2 points.

The destination of the football pennant was in doubt till the last kick, owing to the excellent opposition shown by the teams low on the list. Every team was able to prove itself superior to at least one other team, and I am credibly in­formed that if Batman House had been given more matches on the "Jungle," the pennant would be hanging in Room 20 to-day. W e must arrange these things better.

No doubt, senior boys will regret the passing of Swinburne's exclusive game, "Dodge-ball," because of the opportunites it presented of allowing them to suddenly accelerate the gait of slow-footed friends or foes, but the many ad­vantages of the hall, built on the site of the old battleground, are apparent to all. Mention of this game always recalls to m y mind the spectacle of audacious juniors attempting the art of "throwing out." Owing to faulty crank­ing up, the aforesaid juniors generally precipi­tated themselves into enemy territory while the ball soared slowly in the contrary direction.

That game is dead! What'is the next new game?

AN INNOVATION.

During the next term we hope to have a separate sports' day for junior boys so that, in spite of the relatively limited number of playing fields, every boy will be a playing member of a team instead of an honorary member. In the past, far too many boys reached their second and third years regretting that they did not make greater efforts to play well as juniors. Recently a senior boy in Latrobe House casually ex­pressed a desire to play football. In his first game he showed that he had talent enough to win his way into our School side, but, too late! One boy like that might determine the destina­tion of the premiership. In addition, how much fun has he missed?

At the forthcoming sports meetings the first six competitors in each event are placed. Even if you cannot struggle into sixth place, an effort is always worth while.

GIRLS' JUNIOR SCHOOL.

The sport indulged in at our School is ruled by the space available for it.

As this is very limited for outdoor sport we concentrate mostly on indoor games, which we play in our large, roomy hall. These are games of skill, needing a good judging eye and w e all enjoy playing them.

W e have Peg Quoits, Hook and Ring, Bull Board, Bean Bags, Deck Quoits, Deck Billiards, Deck Tennis, Ping Pong, and Badminton, and each girl knows exactly which game to play on Friday afternoon at Sports' Period, by referring to a list arranged by the Sports' Mistress. T w o senior and two junior girls are nominated for each game, and there is no confusion.

Our yard is too small for general outdoor sport but we quite enjoy a game of Volley Ball when our turn comes for it.

The second year girls have the use of tennis courts away from the School once a week, and take it in turns to go.

Through the kindness of Mrs. George Swin­burne, every Friday the third year girls are privileged to go and play on her tennis court— a favour they greatly appreciate.

Once a week some girls, selected by the Sports' Captain, have a basket-ball match on the Boys' Quadrangle, and, judging by the keen-

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ness shown to be included in this group, the game is very popular.

W e are all looking forward to next term when our competitions take place.

SENIOR STUDENTS.

Owing to the enthusiastic efforts of Mr. A. E. Page, much greater interest has been taken in sport this year than in previous years. Mr. Page has secured numerous matches with the public schools. Contrary to expectations we have not been able to carry off every match, but this has not damped our ardour, and we feel sure that the sporting instincts of the boys have been roused.

Early in the first term, cricket fixtures had been secured with various colleges, and pros­pects for a term's good sport were bright. The enthusiasm shown by the boys must have been very gratifying to both Mr. Page and the Sports' Master, Mr. Griffiths. By the time foot­ball had started all were looking forward to next term's matches. The interest in sport was not limited to cricket and football, as tennis was

also popular. A tournament was arranged in which all tennis players participated. Although no matches in this branch of sport have been played it is hoped that some may be arranged. The football matches this term have been played with practically constant results, a high percentage of wins being recorded.

The hospitality extended to the team at Gee­long and elsewhere has been heartily appreci­ated.

During the term it has been very gratifying to note the eager way in which students have

volunteered for the position of boundary umpire.

A familiar figure at all matches has been " M o m " Scott, who has done fine work in sal­vaging legs and bodies, etc. H e is just trying to recover from a nervous breakdown after strenuous exertion at Geelong.

Some of those prominent in the play are our dear old Archie Mac; Jack Liddelow, the masterful back who has always carried out his duties in a praiseworthy manner. Jink's height belies his capabilities, and McNaughton has shown up to advantage. The "height" of the team, Madigan, could give most people a lesson in high marking, while our followers, Robbie and Jarvis, deserve special mention. Sparrow Frame, although a bit erratic, his rucked it wil­lingly, as also has Archie Lawson. The others have done well and next year they should have reached a condition of maximum efficiency.

Matches (football), 15 played; 5 won 10 lost. Considering the calibre of some of the teams opposed to us, this is not as bad as it looks.—T.B.

LOOKING BACKWARDS.

By C.H.W.

"Port Phillip Gazette," 1838, 1839—actual extracts.

November 24th, 1838.—An official who has the superintendence of three departments at Port Phillip, on applying to the Government for stationery, had remitted to him—six bottles of red, and six bottles of black ink, a bundle of quills, one box of wafers, twenty fathoms of red tape, and one quire of foolscap paper.

Wednesday, May 8th, 1839.—At his resi­dence, on Monday last, after a protracted ill­ness, John Batman Esq., aged 39 years. His remains will be interred this morning at eleven o'clock.

May 18th, 1839.—The Survey Department. Instance the case of Mr. Nutt, ordered up

the Yarra Yarra, a most difficult and dangerous survey, without a single musket, and tents nearly worn out and otherwise deficient in men and horses.

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October 19th, 1839.—At a meeting of Master Builders, held at Melbourne this even­ing, it was resolved:

That a Mechanics' Institution be formed in Melbourne, for the promotion of science in this rising colony; particularly amongst the young as well as the operative classes, and that a public meeting for the formation of such an institution will be held in the new Scots' School Room, on the first evening in November, at seven o'clock, when all persons friendly to such an object are respectfully invited to at­tend.

A. SIM, Chairman. October 4th, 1839.

November 6th, 1839.—On Saturday even­ing, as Mr. McArthur was returning from an evening drive, the horse took fright at a cow which had suddenly risen from behind some palings in Little Collins Street, dashed across the road, threw the gentleman out, and set off at full speed down the street, with the lady in the gig. At the junction of Elizabeth and Collins Streets, the animal took the turning, and made his way up the hill to Scots' Church. At this point the lady jumped out, the horse kept on at his speed up the hill and down by the first fenced land by the river side, where one of the wheels caught against a post, the gig was broken, while the animal set off afresh through the bush and has not since been re­covered.

November 27th, 1839. — Superintendent's office: —

Tenders will be received at this office until the first of December by parties willing to con­tract for the establishment of a ferry over the lower part of Collins and the middle of Eliza­beth Streets, the state of which in rainy weather renders these impassable without the means of a punt.

Tenders to be endorsed: "Tenders for ferries in the main streets of Melbourne."

All further information to be obtained on application to the officer-in-charge of the road gang.

C. J. L A T R O B E .

ANALECTA (Continued from Page 15)

MY LIFE IN NORTH QUEENSLAND.

It is almost five years now since I was a pupil at the Junior Girls' School of the Swinburne Technical College. Then I was the only Queenslander there and I don't suppose there are many, if any, Queensland girls attending the School now. Therefore a few lines on m y life in North Queensland may prove interest­ing.

I left Melbourne in March, and the trip up by boat was wonderful, especially so because it was m y first trip by boat alone. After we left Brisbane the scenery up the coast was like fairyland; we kept fairly close to the coast and the hills and mountains and pretty little islands were just beautiful.

W h e n we arrived at Bowen w e went ashore and were mystified at seeing a red flag on a high flagstaff. W e wondered if all the inhabitants were Bolsheviks, or something of that kind, and we weren't as relieved as w e might have been when w e found out that it wasn't a Bolshevik flag but a warning flag, flown when cyclones were in the vicinity. W e went aboard again wondering if we would reach Cairns safely or get blown to some outlandish place. However, we arrived in Cairns without any mishaps, and', after spending the night there, one of the most wonderful days I have ever spent began. At 6.45 a.m. we left Cairns by train for the Tableland. First of all the train passes through very rich country in the Jungara Valley. The soil is a dark red and cane is grown very largely there. Then the train commences to climb the Range. Of all Australia's railway feats, the line up the Range is the greatest. Right up the rugged side of the Barron Gorge it goes, winding round and through cuttings and ever so many tunnels— 16 in 12 miles. At each curve the scenery is yet more wonderful. Back, you look down over the patches of green cane and rich, red soil, to the blue sea. Cairns is seen miles away in the blue haze of distance. Below is the Barron River racing through the stony gorge, ever hurrying to join the sea; over rapids and tumbling down the tiny falls, never hesitating at the rocks and boulders in its way.

Then we came to the Stoney Creek Falls, like a long bridal veil or length of beaded lace,

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with a pretty little pool at the bottom, the banks of which are covered with ferns of every description, maiden-hair fern growing to five feet and more in height. In flood time the water from these Falls splashes gaily down over the train, and one can almost hear it chuckle as it wets the faces of the folk in the train gazing up at it.

Further on, above the noise of the train (and Queensland trains are not noted for their silent running), could be heard another roar, and soon w e came to that marvellous piece of Nature's handiwork, the Barron Falls; where the waters of the River make one mad leap over the rocky wall, 900 feet high, and crash down onto the rocks below. The water, as it goes over, is one mass of foam and spray, and I heard one little boy once ask his mother if it was milk going over as it was so white and creamy looking.

After passing the Falls we came to the Kuranda station, one of the prettiest stations I have ever seen, with its ferns, orchids, stag-horns, shrubs and flowering bushes. From Kuranda on till you get to the Tableland, the journey is not very interesting.

After becoming used to the city life of Mel­bourne, with all its hustle and bustle, it can well be imagined how I felt when we arived at the sleepy little bush settlement which was to be m y home for a year or so. The nearest town­ship, which consisted of two grocers' shops, two cafes, one drapery establishment, a school, an hotel, a tumbledown hall, and a Post Office, was two miles away. In our little settlement there were about four or five houses, a school, a boarding house which had once been a hotel, and a Timber Mill, and a few huts in which the men who worked at the Mill, lived.

Our main amusements were: Card parties, occasional dances (to which we had to ride from 6 to 12 miles), and sometimes a visit to the "Movies." It can be imagined how very enjoyable the latter was, when we had to walk two miles along the railway line, and then sit on forms without any backs to them and listen to the weirdest old out-of-tune piano; and then, of course, the machine would break down just at the most thrilling moments.

Soon after this we moved another six miles further out to one of the prettiest little farms one could wish to see. The Barron River

formed the boundary of the farm on three sides, and one would never think that this peaceful stream was the same one that leaps over the Barron Falls. The scrub along the banks was glorious. Our happiest times during our stay on this farm were spent on horseback. The country was beautiful, lakes, mountains, green paddocks, and red soil roads winding in and out of the deeper green of the scrub. The Tableland scrub is really wonderful.

Oh! the coolness, quietness and solitude— the feeling of peace, as one enters a strip of scrub after riding along a hot, dusty road for a few miles. The horse slackens his pace to an easy walk, and the rider, being content to go along slowly to enjoy the beauty of the ferns, vines, and beautiful trees, and listen to the songs of the many merry birds, has no wish to hurry him on. Passion fruit vines, laden with fruit, bananas, paw-paws, cape-gooseberries, cherry tomatoes, and even wild raspberries, grow profusely; but one has ever to keep watch for the big, soft-leaved plant, the stinging tree. Horses go mad with the pain if they are stung by this, and even a slight sting means months of pain for human beings.

Most, if not all, things in the scrub are beautiful to look at, though some are danger­ous and hurtful. Snakes of all kinds abound, and other creepy things, and mosquitoes in swarms after the rainy season. Crows, too, are a great pest out West.

Yet, with all these pests, Queensland, especi­ally the northern part, is extremely beautiful and appealing, and once one lives there one never leaves it altogether. There must be a sort of lodestone which draws people back—E. Strange, Ex-student, Girls' Junior School.

WINTER SPORTS AT BUFFALO.

I wonder what the world would have been like if various people with a craze for speed had not developed throughout the ages.

Take winter sports, for instance. They are about the fastest thing possible without the use of some mechanical form of propulsion.

They are also the fastest means I know for those desiring to collect all known species of contusion.

Those desirous of gaining these multi-coloured areas should go to a nice slippery stretch of ice, and after testing same for rigidity affix to their pedal extremities boots to which are attached

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those instruments of torture—a pair of ice skates.

The next procedure is to step very gingerly off the bank onto the ice and then—well, I don't know exactly what you'll do because, to be perfectly candid, it's in the lap of the gods, so to speak, but probably, after some violent semaphoring you'll sit down rather acrobati­cally, with more or less violence and ponder on the ups and downs of a hard, cold world, meanwhile wondering whatever made you think it looked easy. However, don't give up but put on a bold front, and with determination gleam­ing in your optics, do it again a few times, and, in due course, if you are still in one piece and various parts of your anatomy feel as if they are still your own, you will commence to glide more or less gracefully on the skates.

Perhaps you would now like to try some ski­ing. At any rate, the snow is much softer to fall on. Oh, yes, you'll fall alright.

The things they call skis are rather neatly shaped planks of wood, about seven feet long and three inches wide. The front end is pointed and gracefully turned upwards so that if anyone gets in the way of your flight they won't remain after the first stab.

Somewhere about the centre is a somewhat devilish contraption of harness in which you insert you foot.

Let us go to the top of this slope and get 'em fixed. Now, put your foot in one of the har­ness gadgets and yank the clip tight. Probably you are facing down the slope, so as soon as you take your other foot off the snow to fix the other ski the fixed one will take charge, and run away with your foot.

As, of course, the inertia of your body now has a say, you promptly lie down very unex­pectedly.

You'll manage better next time and start off from the top of the slope and immediately wish you could stop and get the confounded things off. Don't worry, you won't gain too much speed, for, as soon as you're starting to wonder what will happen next, it does happen. The approved thing for the skis to do is to snatch your feet away and you will thud in a cloud of snow and curses, with your limbs in various im­possible directions and wonder how the dear things got round your neck. You will now pro­ceed to untangle and collect yourself; and, as

soon as you think you've stood up, you'll find you haven't.

After this you will follow the advice you got before you started, and pick a very gentle slope and try to train the clumsy things to behave as you want them to.

With a certain amount of perseverance they will succumb to your superior intellect, and, in a few days, you'll feel quite snappy as you flow gracefully down a hill that is not gentle and feel the fresh breezes created by your flight about your ears.

We'll leave you now to carry on with the good work while we watch other snow sports going through similar performances.—G. Affleck.

THE BUILDER. That the Technical School system of educa­

tion is of value to the community is well re­cognized; but what does the citizen know of its aims and ideals, with the methods of achieving them? It is the intention of this short article to deal with one section—the woodwork branch.

The creative instinct is present in everyone, and we all know the peculiar fascination in watching the development of a house under construction. Every young child loves a box of blocks, and, with them, commences to give expression to individual tastes. With advancing years the constructive desire expands, and, in due course, the door of opportunity opens in the form of technical education.

The woodwork department gives ample scope for individual taste and talent; and to the young apprentice commencing his training, the work­shop is a source of endless pleasure and satis­faction. Whilst in the first place intended for trade students, classes are also open for those who wish to become familiar with woodwork tools. The young beginner is taken step by step from elementary constructions to intricate problems in geometry, as applied to woodwork. Throughout the whole, theory and practice run harmoniously side by side. Looking into the future, one can only conclude that such trainees must some day be leaders in industry. The fundamental aim is, to turn out skilled and efficient tradesmen with a true sense of their obligations to the community.

While we can look on buildings or furnishings with justifiable pride, and say, "I made this," our duty extends further. Should we not pay just as much attention to the building of

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JNALECTA (continued)

character in our moral selves as in our material constructions.

Longfellow aptly expresses it when he says: "All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time. Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme."

— S . Giles.

"THINGS THAT SCHOOLS SHOULD TEACH."

Swinburne's good there is no doubt, By the class of chap that is turned out; His head is full of work and books, For social success seldom looks.

Now this is wrong for you'll agree, That in this life we all must be Bright and comely, keen to greet, And be correct with w h o m we meet.

This art then Swinburne does not teach. To students who desire to seek, It should be put within their reach By a social class each once a week.

A first year lad, when at a dance, M a y act as though he's in a trance, He holds the fair one far away, H e blushes and has naught to say.

In desperation he'll converse, O n statics or on something worse, W h e n a subject for a one so fair, Would be her eyes or wavy hair.

Along the Block he is no sheik, His tie won't match his large socked feet, His bags' sharp crease is hardly seen, And on his hair no vaseline.

Can he strut the latest step, Or mix a cocktail full of pep, Or grow a manly little m o ? No! No! W e don't think so.

The fault's not his that all these things H e shuns, and to his work he springs. His education's not half done; What a way to teach a mother's son!

An "At Home" is the only way By masters who have got a say; The dull old types of work demolish And give the youth some social polish.

So now you see m y meaning clear, And see then that four times a year A test be given to each dear, To estimate his social sphere.

— L . Philp.

THE OPEN AIR Australian conditions provide ideal facilities for outdoor activities, and it is fortunate that most people,,.realizing this, indulge in invigorat­ing and hea|thy exercises. After the day's or week's work,, there are few young people who fail to make the most of their time of recreation, and many and varied are the methods adopted for this relaxation. W e do well to appreciate the privileges that we enjoy in this connection, for, in many countries, the open spaces and glorious sunshine are not known to the same extent, with which we are familiar.

For every young person there is the open door to any of these activities, which, besides pro­viding recreation for mind and body, give the fresh air of the playground.

Camping, hiking, cycling, fishing, shooting, tennis, horse riding and car touring, each have their appeal and particular attraction.

It is the object of this column to help readers in their selection of open air activities, and to point out the value of many which they may not have previously considered.

There are many who are content to pursue the course of the beaten track, to travel by car or motor cycle along the highways prepared for them. To these there comes a certain pleasure. They cover the ground, see what is to be seen and come home satisfied. But they have sped along the way thousands before have been, and have seen so much that their minds do not retain the impresions for very long.

There are others who leave the beaten track, and push forward into the unknown with the un­daunted spirit of exploration and adventure, which prompted the early explorers. There are those who travel to the places where few feet have trodden, and where man's devastating hand has not reached.

These persons, with their love of adventure get the most from their vacations, and experi­ence the inexpressible joy of accomplishments.

Camping and hiking are the usual methods employed in this search for adventure.

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To gradually prepare for the trip, to perhaps, on the starting day, travel by other means to the comencing point, and then, with pack up, to walk through the glorious bush seeing some­thing new each minute as you study the pages of the book of Nature, to rest beside the cool, murmuring stream as you eat your midday meal and smell the smoke of the dying wood fire where you have lately boiled your billy, and then, after a spell, to push on again during the afternoon to the evening camp, where the little tents are erected, the meal cooked, and a camp-fire yarn and smoke closes a glorious day, and then to enjoy the well-earned sleep, feeling the satisfaction of work well done and looking for­ward to the mountain climb of the next d a y — these joys you must experience to understand and appreciate.

All this may seem uninteresting, with too much hard work, fit only for Boy Scouts and Girl Guides, but, believe me, every year thousands of young people are coming to see that in this activity there is an uncomparable attraction, and, after the first experience, their minds are completely made up, and even their further ex­cursions are planned for future holidays.

Outline of Preparations for a Hike.

First get your party together at a meeting, and decide on your route, working out camping places and facilities for water, provisions, train journeys, fares and mileage of each day's walk. It is important to have a good map and com­pass. Next, decide on the necessary equipment: Hike-tents, rucsacs, blankets, change of cloth­ing, cooking utensils, etc. As you have to carry it on your back you will, of course, cut out luxuries, and take only the minimum.

Prepare, before you go, a complete menu, and take into consideration that you may be able to buy stores en route, thus saving the trouble of carrying them.

This outline is merely to suggest what is to be done. W e have purposely given it in brief as half the fun of a hike is in the preparation, and these few points will help you to think of the other necessities.

N o w push out into the unknown. Northern Gippsland, Eastern Victoria, and the Grampians contain the finest scenery in Australia beyond any doubt, and their unknown slopes and reaches are for the ardent walker to enjoy. But start in a small way. Walk from Healesville to Warburton, from Yarra Glen through Toolangi

to Healesville, around the Marysville or Alex­andra districts, or over the nearer Dandenongs, with their gorgeous fern gullies.—E. Derrick, A.

Marshall.

HOMECRAFT Some Ways with Eggs.—The two essentials for success in serving eggs are freshness in themselves and promptness in their serving. W e have just emerged from the dear season for eggs, when every housewife has been trying to make one egg go as far as two or three.

N o w the joy of using them ad. lib. is on us; let us dress the eggs in new spring garments and surprise the homefolk with their toothsomeness.

Egg Fluff.—Separate the white and yolk of an egg. Add a pinch of salt to the white and beat it to a stiff froth. Prepare a neat round of buttered toast. Pile the white of egg on the toast. Make a hole in the centre and drop in the unbroken yolk, savoured with salt and pepper. Put the dish in the oven and cook very gently for five minutes, until the white is quite set.

Serve at once!

Golden Eggs.—Three hard-boiled eggs, two spring onions, one teaspoon curry powder, one quarter teaspoon salt, a few shakes pepper, one teaspoon chutney, flour, egg and bread crumbs, and three crisp lettuce leaves.

Method: — (1) Cut the eggs through the centre and remove the yolks; (2) chop onion finely and fry in butter, add curry powder, and fry again; (3) then add yolks of eggs (keeping back one half), the chutney, salt and pepper; (4) refill the whites with the mixtures, and close together, making original egg shape; (5) dip in flour, egg and bread crumbs and fry a a golden brown. Serve each egg in a lettuce leaf and grate remaining yolk over top. Smuggle these Golden Eggs into your next picnic hamper and your friends will crow with delight.

Meringues.—Three whites of eggs; J lb. ord­inary sugar, and i lb. icing sugar. Beat the whites to a stiff froth; add gradually the ord­inary sugar, beating all the time. Fold in the icing sugar with a spoon. Pipe through on to paper with a meringue tube, or put out with a spoon into neat shapes. Dry very gently for about an hour in an almost cool oven. They will be set when they peel off the paper.

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N.B.-—The meringue mixture may be coloured to suit the decorations on your supper table.

Children love meringues. W h y not give them a treat while the fowls continue to oblige.

Meringue Basket.—Bake a round sponge cake about three inches high. Make the mer­ingue mixture as above. Scoop out the centre of the cake leaving an inch margin round the top. Cover the cake with the mixture and sprinkle thickly with coarse cocoanut. Set in the oven to firm the meringue. Make a fruit salad and set the juice with a little dissolved gelatine.

Fill the basket with the fruit salad. Pipe cream roses on top and decorate with candied cherries. Make a handle for it with angelica.

BON MOTS. An omelette should be thought of, made, and

eaten in ten minutes.

Cutlets should always be served with frills. They are like womenfolk. They look better well dressed.

Yeast is just like a baby. If you pour boil­ing water on it you are sure to spoil it.

— D . Giles.

Is the Doctrine of "SAFETY FIRST" a Curse to the

Community ? Yes, most emphatically it is, as it tends to retard the normal advancement of civilisation. But why, you ask, does it tend to damp the pro­gress of civilisation ? It tends to check scientific investigation and strangle all inventive genius, for the simple reason that many ideas which are now in existence are considered to be good enough, and it is not considered necessary to spend large sums of money on new ideas on the off-chance of improving existing conditions; this may be taken as an example of safety first, in regard to receiving value for one's money.

Had Newton been imbued with the principle of "safety first" in his infancy it is certain that he would have avoided sitting under a laden apple tree; hence he would have saved his head from a hard bump, and to-day, no doubt,

we would still be ignorant of the law of gravi­tation, on which hinges so much of our present-day theory of mechanics.

The story of Galvani and his experiment with the frog's legs is probably well known by all electrical engineers and aspiring engineers; personally, I think that the original setting of this story has been tampered with, and that no doubt this phenomenon was first observed by his small son, who was playing with the family dinner unknown to his maternal parent. Now, had this small boy been an adherent to "safety first" principles, he would have considered the dire consequences of being detected in this abominable act by the aforesaid female parent, and thus our modern theory of electricity would have been very little in advance of that held by the ancient Greeks—truly a deplorable state of affairs.

Let us now turn our thoughts to chemistry. No one will dispute the fact that the incentive which causes most students to dabble in this fascinating science is the possibility of creating noisome odours and minor explosions. Now, if they considered the danger of breathing these noxious fumes, and the danger of these explo­sions, chemistry would still be in the same posi­tion that it was 400 years ago.

James Watt in his youth is credited with having observed the kettle boiling on the hearth, and from this lowly inspiration con­ceived the idea of the steam engine. Had the principle of "safety first" been instilled into him by his parents there is no doubt that he would have removed the kettle from the proximity of the flame, fearing lest its bottom should be burnt out; hence the steam engine of to-day would be a thing unknown.

The danger of a "safety first" campaign to the community may readily be realised by the action of some of the adherents to this policy, who caused a hoarding, with S A F E T Y FIRST inscribed on it, to be placed over the entrance to Flinders Street station. It is now a well-known fact that the number of accidents at this intersection increased by over 700 per cent, whilst this notice was on exhibition, and it is for this reason alone that it has now been replaced by the well-known slogan, "Eat More Fruit." I attribute this alarming increase in accidents solely to the adherents of the "safety first" campaign, who looked earnestly at their motto, suspended on high, patted themselves on

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their backs, sailed valiantly into the traffic, looking neither to the right nor to the left, with their eyes fixed steadfastly on their Mecca. This, and this alone, was responsible for the high accident rate during the few months that this sign was on exhibition.

Therefore, let us commit "safety first" to the four winds of the heavens, remembering only that the devil looks after his own.

—F.Y.C.

An Art Students' Day! 26/6/28.

' At six o'clock on a shiny morn we start our little day," can hardly be applied to an art student, who considers the day quite capable of starting without them—but, then, these foggy mornings can hardly be called shiny.

After a wistful glance at the breakfast-table they manage to catch the last train, wherein they try to rival sardines for twenty minutes. Even then the journey is not complete —muscles in the legs are hopelessly developed by tramping up the stairs to what should be, but usually isn't, their seventh heaven.

Even then, if one is a bit late, there is the anxiety of speculating as to whether a bunch of keys is in a certain door. If not, all is clear; if they are—well, even trains can be late some­times.

The next sign of danger is a discreet cough, which usually signals the approach of one who sees no humour in laughter or song after the bell has shrieked its way to our ears. But, then, art students are quite successful in look­ing as if they had been working for hours.

Across the next few hours let us draw a veil. They are dense with thought and brain waves, and only disturbed occasionally by the ravings of a genius or the stupidity of a bottle of ink or paint in falling over.

But the golden hour starts at twelve-thirty— time of meat pies, washing-ups and "Blue Heavens," and much noise.

That over, thinking caps must again be donned.

Then the weary, dirty, clay and paint-splashed students wend their weary way home­ward, let us hope—it's a great thing!—to bed.

— J . Sutherland.

Conducted by "SIR-VEYA."

In each issue a set of questions will be set for -the puzzlement of readers. Points are allotted each puzzle, and to those sending in the best answers a free copy of the next issue of the "Open Door" will be given. Each competitor must enclose the Competition Coupon and address envelope, Competition, care the "Open Door."

An additional Competition is announced for this issue. The management would like to know what the Title of the magazine suggests to its readers. T wo prizes of a year's issue, one for competitors under 16, one for those over 16, will be awarded for the most suggestive and stimulating replies. Enclose name and age and address envelope, Answer, care the "Open Door."

The Competition:—

I. A merchant had an eight gallon cask full of wine and a seven gallon one full of oil. Two customers came to his store, Mr. F. to purchase four gallons of wine and Mr. P. to buy four gallons of oil. The only measures at hand were a five gallon one and a three gallon one. Mr. F. refused to take any wine from a measure which had been used for oil and Mr. P. retali­ated by refusing to accept any oil poured from a vessel which had had wine in it. Neither had brought a measure themselves. So how was it done? (5.)

2. CPAOED R W M This represents a mul-

— tiplication sum. Each P A O E D C letter stands for a digit.

C A O E D C M Supply the figures 0 E D C P A and explain how you

got them. (5.)

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3. Following is a "Limerick," the first two and- last lines rhyming. Complete the verse by filling in the gaps: — "There was a young maid W h o met a young man

She drove home to her m a In a smart motor car,

And the young man drove off with her-(4.)

4. W h o is the author of the following: —

"Be true to your word, your work, and your

friend. (3.) 5. I am a word of one syllable. Behead me,

and I am now a word of two syllables. (3.)

The numbers affixed denote the points

awarded to each question.

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EDITORIAL NOTE. Much good matter has been unavoidably

crowded out owing to lack of space. Apologies are made, in particular, to McK. (A New Fur­nace), Three Woodworker Students (Architec­tural Exhibits), H A M (Engineering Shop), H.B. (The H u m e Reservoir), Elliste (A Mallee Farm), whose efforts are distinctly good.

EPILOGUE.

On the eve of going to Press, the manage­ment have orders for about 900 copies of this

magazine. As an experiment in buying a pig in a poke, this may be considered as very satis­factory. Perhaps it is. But a few figures are worthy of your notice. These are, in round numbers: 1600 students attending the College, and over 15,000 have enrolled since its incep­tion Where are these ex-students? What are they doing about the magazine? Do they even know there is a magazine? It is our duty to find them, and bring them back to the fold. Will you help? To all students and ex-students (ex-cluding officers of ex-students associations) a year's issue free is offered for every ten sub­scribers of one year's issue they procure among ex-Swinburnians.