St Hugh's College, Oxford - The Imp, Dec 1926

THE IMP.

December, 1926.

Editor: W. E. MURBELL.

Committee :

Third Year Representative—K. Second „

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Treasurer: P. GRAYHAM.

JOHNSON.

K. ABBOT.

THE IMP No. 23.

Michaelmas Term.

1926.

EDITORIAL.

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HE Imp is pleased to make his appearance after a term of permanent good health, during which he has been steadily aspiring to the position of those who ' are fat' and ' sleep o' nights.'

He is delighted to have made the acquaintance of several Freshers, and awards the prize for the Freshers' Competition on ' Oxford Illusions ' to G. M. Ervine and I. E. Otter-Barry. He liked the Chaucer parody very much, but finally succumbed to the double charm afforded by the confessions so admirably illustrated in the work of the prize-winners.

Friends of all years have remembered the Imp this term, and he wishes in particular to thank the two unknown old friends who contributed the refreshing versions of the Ancient Mariner.

Before taking his leave, he wishes all his readers a very Merry Christmas and hopes for their further acquaintance.

THE COLLEGE PLAY. How we all loved horse-play on December 4th ? The St. Hugh's Players may not understand all the subtleties of acting, but they can make the most of a fight. Seeing that the fun of the evening was to be gained rather by the eye than the ear, it is a pity that so few in the Hall could see what was going on. Whatever may be argued in support of using the High—its suitability for the type of play—its convenience for rehearsal—nothing should be allowed to outweigh the fact that it must not be used, unless there is found some adequate means of raising the back rows of chairs.

C. Goodenough is to be very heartily congratulated upon overcoming all the untoward misfortunes that assailed her as producer ; and upon staging the plays without any hitch., and, what is still more unusual, without any fuss. ' The Deluge ' Play made a good opening, it was well staged and everyone knew her part, including the dove and the raven.

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C. Goodenough made an impressive •Noah, remaining admirably unconcerned even when his speeches were punctuated by Shem's shattering performance with an axe. I. Lynn lent a strong, resonant voice to the part of God, but was unable to differentiate it sufficiently from the tones of Noah. G. Barker nearly made Noah's wife very good indeed, but she did not give her remarks enough emphasis to get them over to the audience. She was too refined to be the complete shrew.

Thersytes ' was very well acted indeed. It is a dull interlude, and the beginning should have been out more than it was, although M. Russell and D. Langfield valiantly tried to give colour to monotony. M. Russell acted her very long and difficult part with vigour and made the most of every suspicion of 4 joke left her by the Censor. D. Langfield, as Mulciber, backed her up extremely well. I. Evans' acting was the most finished performance of the evening. She possesses sufficient dramatic ability to remain quiet, and yet be effective. C. Goodenough made an arresting entrance up the gangway, and her final speech was well delivered. I should like to praise the Snail, but I never saw her. The front rows found her intensely amusing. ' St. George and the Dragon' brought the performance to a hilarious close. It is hard to say which was the most attractive— trim, active St. George, the sinister Turkish Knight, or the bearded and touzled Giant. But the honours of the evening went to the Dragon. His head was excellent ; his tail, its peer ; and his simple rhythmic dance during the Mumming Song a joy to all who could see it.

U. D.

PICTURES OF THE SOUTH. GITTA VECCHIA3MALTA. Nestling within the ramparts is the old square, walled on all sides by houses ; they huddle and cling together, save where they have been compelled to make way for the streets leading into the square. Some have withstood, firm and defiant ; others seem to have parted grudgingly, allowing the narrowest space possible through which strangers may come to stare at their wizened faces.

Gold in the sunlight, grey in the shade, the houses gaze at the cathedral.

The cathedral stands with closed eyes, hiding their inward light from the houses. Only worshippers who have entered the sanctuary feel the soul of the cathedral looking down on them through those rose-shaped eyes : eyes of saphire and jade, eyes of crimson and amethyst.

Out in the square stand two old copper cannons, like green dragons lulled to sleep. A woman in black leans against a wall.

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High above her are two bright emerald casements, which laugh out cf the mellow stone and seem to mock the dull green of the cannons.

The cathedral slowly tolls the hour.

ALGIERS. White-cloaked Arabs and women whose shadowy black eyes peep above white veils, move among cream-tinted houses splashed with the magenta of bougainvillea. Whites mosques are outlined against the bluest sky in the world.

In the harbour the bluest sea in the world has turnd green ; it laps against the sides of mighty ships. A bevy of small native boys has swum out to the ships. They wriggle in the water like brown frogs, their heads thrown back so that they can follow every movement of the passengers clustering at the railing.

Suddenly a copper drops into the water, or a silver coin goes twinkling through space. In an instant the squirming, lithe brown bodies have vanished headlong into the clear green water. They can be seen diving deeper and deeper—just the flash of a leg or an arm. Then one by one they reappear ; the fortunate ones brandish their prize and push it into their mouths. Their cheeks bulge with coins, their eyes shine eagerly, their bronzed limbs glisten with water. The sea sparkles beneath a blazing sun. ` I. W.

WHEN WE WERE VERY YOUNG. (With apologies to A. A. Milne.)

I. The most Eminent principal Principal of St. Hugh's Took great Care of her students And never would abuse.

This principal Said to her students, ` Students,' she said, said she, ` You must never go down and dine in the town without consulting me.'

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But these Unheeding students Put on their cap and gown ;

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We can go out and be back no doubt long before ten-fifteen. ' 3.

Vice-Chancellor Put up a notice : Lost or Stolen or Strayed— Some most Scandalous students, Who grossly disobeyed.

Last seen Gobling madly Food at the Candied Friend.

In future they'll eat until they're replete sprouts and leeks without end.

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This. most Eminent principal (Commonly known as Princ.')

Told the Council and tutors Not for a moment to think That she Had never warned them.

Students,' she'd said, said she, ' You must never go down and dine in the town without permission from me.'

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Now these miserable students Have never since then been seen.

Vice-Chancellor Said he was sorry, So did the Proctors and Dean.

Vice-Chancellor, Somebody told me, Said to the Head of St. Hugh's : We'll be more, astute, for we see the statute can be of no possible use.'

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WHAT'S IN A NAME? (With apologies to A. A. Milne and to all concerned.)

What shall I call my dear little tutor?

I cannot think of a name that will suit her.

I sometimes think I'll call her Rose Because she wears such hectic clo'es.

I sometimes think I'll call her Kate Because she always comes in late.

I sometimes think I'll call her Maud Because she always looks so bored.

But—

I think that I shall call her ' Fleur' Because I am so fond of her.

OXFORD ILLUSIONS. (AFTER CHAUCER.)

Incipit legenda discipulae Oxon. Univ.

A mayde ther was, a scoler ententyf, That yerne hadde scoleyed al here lyf, Sober, and ther-to wonder diligent.

On studie had she sette here entent.

But al be that she was a philosophre, Yet hadde she but litel gold in cofre.

And so she was but esy of dispenceShe was a mayde ful riche of excellence.

A trewe swinker and a good was she, Ne roght nat of thise worldes vanitee.

Hit fil that on a day thise ilke mayde Up roos, and to hereself these wordes seyde : For that my lest is hoolly to scoleye To Oxenford wol I ful sone aweye, For I have heerd that if a man but go To Oxenford, pees bath he evermo.

So wol I to this seet of al lerninge Withouten any lenger taryinge.'

Whan that this mayde was corn to that citee (I telle yow trewely, so mote I thee !)

At night was come into that hostelrye Tweye honderd maides in a corripanye.

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We thought we must wear mortarboards It gave us awful shocks To see the quaint contrivances That needs must hide our locks.

Oxforb 31ttuziong.

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We thought the famous ' bull-dogs' Were of a different breed, And kept to heel behind the ' Progs,' Or trotted on a lead.

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We thought the Union a retreat, For those who'd reached a ' crisis' —Those impecunious undergrads.

Who'd else pollute the Isis.

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Illusion's a bubble, A snare, and a trouble, To chase it will bring you your due, So scrap all delusion, Avoid the confusion Illusion will surely bring

you !

Words by G. M. Ervine, Illustrations by I. E. Otter-Barry.

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THE IMP And merily they dide laughe and chaunte and daunceHir thoght they never wolde han suffisaunce.

Thise ilke maydes leet olde thinges pace, And held after the newe world the space.

They yaf nat of that text a pulled hen, That seith, mannes proteccioun been hise pen : And hir thog ht—this opinioun was good— What sholde they studie and make hirselven wood, Upon a book in Bodleie aye to poure, Or swinken with hir pennes, and laboure, As maistres bit? How shal the world be served ?

Let maistres have hir swink to hem reserved.

Now shortly for to seyn, thise mayde was lad By thise persones, and a wastour mad.

For in feastinge she yaf of here substaunce, In pleye and lolitee, and eek in daunce.

On revelrye here herte now was sette, And ydely here thinges dide she lette.

Till atte laste, she hadde nat a sho, And al here Iolitee was turned to wo.

Now herkneth, al ye peple, what I seye, Dooth firste youre thinges, tourneth thame to pleye.

For he that pleyth whan he sholde bisie be, Al wilfully, God lat him never thee !

Lo, swich it is for to be recchelesse, And necligent, souning in ydelnesse.

So of my tale, yf that it be youre wille, Taketh the fruyt, and lat the chaf be stille.

Explicit legenda discipulae Oxon. Univ.

P. K. HATTON.

OF EXAMINATIONS. (AFTER BACON.) (For the benefit of December P. Modders.)

The regard bestowed upon examinations is to be considered ;n two wise : in the elder sort they are held as an essential institution for testing the ability of the student ; but in the younger sort they are a source of remorse and apprehension. I speak of remorse because, if a scholar hath little studied that which hath been assigned to him, at the time when the examination of his work approacheth he thinketh upon that which he might have done earlier ; of apprehension because he is then in a perpetual state of

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fear for what his examiners shall ask him. For scholars, in the most part, will ever live like rogues, and not fall to work, but be lazy, and do mischief, and be quickly weary. And therefore, if a pupil has studied little, he had need have a great memory and a present wit, and much cunning- to seem to know that he doth not.

P. K. H.

COLLEGE CRUDITIES. OR LIMERICKS OF LICENSE. There once was a don, Modern Hist., Who to larboard developed a list.

When they said, Does it pain?'

She said, ' No ; Major Dane Accidentally gave it a twist.'

There once was a Bursar of Savour, Who relished a yarn with a flavour.

When they told two or three, She said, Listen to me.'

And gave them far worse than they gave 'er.

St. Hugh's S.C.R. is most striking In having a don who's a Viking.

She talks in Old Norrrrrse Or in Gothic, of courrrrrse, Whichever she finds to her liking.

There's a masterly woman of brain Who causes the History School pain, For from dawn until dusk, With a break for a rusk, She pours forth her essays like rain.

There's a woman who raises a Babel, For to conquer her laugh she's unable ; It grows and it grows, And it blows and it blows, Till it sweeps them all off the High Table.

There's a second year scholarly Dame Who thinks notoriety, fame : Aesthetically clad, 'Tis really quite sad That the rest of us think it a game.

D. E. T. H.

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THE DESCENT FROM OLYMPUS.

LA BELLE DAME SANS UNE ROBE. (With apologies to John Keats.) ' 0 what can ail thee, maiden fair, Ungowned and palely loitering?

What Freudian complex thus inspires Such sorrowing?

I see a furrow on thy brow (An obvious sign of mental strain), And on thy countenance divine A look of pain.

I met a damsel full of guile, Her name of all be most unblessed— That bike lamp which she borrowed Perditus est.

I sat me on my pacing steed, And dark the wheel where no light shone. .My search was vain, when I returned My gown was gone.

I pondered by a fiireless hearth, No sparkling wit—no cocoa steam— A meadless fasting to inspire A toastless dream.

I saw pale visions bonneted And gowned—mocking at my plight, Who cried : 0 Belle Dame sans une Robe !

Where is thy light?'

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And this is why 1 sojourn here, Affected, desperate, and cast down : 0 manes of departed Hugh Restore my gown ! ! ! '

C. W.

THE WANDERERS. Beauty, wild mate of pain, We seek thy hidden shrine.

Hatred our lot, and fear, Dreaded yet held in scorn.

Weary, we cannot rest, Lonely, we journey on, Sullen the mountains stare, Coldly the stars look down.

Many the wand'ring fires We follow in thy stead Till hope fades in despair And all our dreams are dead.

M. B. NEILSON.

SERENADE. 'Neath thy window calling so, Dost hear, my lady fair?

Breathless is the wind, flies low The white owl in the dusk aglow, The black bat quits her lair . . .

Dost hear, my lady fair?

I saw three horsemen o'er the hillDost hear, my lady fair?

Gleamed their cloaks in moonlight chill, Streamed their plunes, though winds were still And night was silent there . . .

Dost hear, my lady fair?

We must follow where they flyDost hear, my lady fair?

O'er the rim o' the western sky Rode they fast, I wish not why Still their shadow lengthens there . . .

Dost hear, my lady fair?

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THE IMP Leave thy sighing sleep, for long Dost hear, my lady fair ?

Waiteth here my charger strong And the owl hoots loud her song, Bidding thee not tarry thereDost hear, my lady fair?

Sleeps the white plain dreamily .

Listen, lady fair.

But beneath each swaying tree The white moth flitteth silently, Creatures of the night are there.

Dost hear, my lady fair?

Love I thee by night and noon-Listen, lady fair.

And yet best beneath the moon When the horseman rideth soon, And strange spirits walk the air.

Dost hear, my lady fair ?

The wan stars sicken whilst I prayDost hear, my lady fair ?

Soon the sun's dull heavy ray Covereth up the world in day . .

See, the pale moon swooneth there.

Hasten, hasten, lady fair.

K. A.

SUPPRESSING FRIVOLITY : A TALE. Though erudition can't prevail In matters of authority, And must, at last, bow head and tail To simple seniority, All honour to the scholar who Reproved, despite disparity, When N-r-h and a B-s-r too Indulged mistimed hilarity.

It was a most courageous deed, Though not the safest polity, To vindicate, in time of need, The notion of equality.

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THINGS WE SHOULD LIKE TO KNOW. Whether Scholars and Exhibitioners of the First Year sleep in their gowns?

Whether the respective merits of a bath brush and a bath cloth have yet been decided by Higher Authorities ?

Whether a Second Year Scholar has now learnt to bear noise for more than two hours?

Whether colleges' cast off china is to be used as a foundation for the new buildings, and if so whether it will not prove a leaky one?

Whether Miss Salt is thinking of college digestion in wearing the key of the Shop next to her heart ? ' Who is the Star of the Evening?' .

ATHLETIC ACTIVITIES AT No. 82 conducted in the channels of the Charleston (back view).

MEMORY. Memory was dead. No longer could her voice be heard echoing through the clipped silences of the waiting, expectant garden. A group of shadow pines reached up their ghostly fingers to the watching moon, and harlequin patches of silver and black merged

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into the soft, impenetrable darkness of night. There was no life in the garden, for Memory, who had made her home among its flowers, was dead. No longer would she wander over its mossgrown paths and past its ivy-covered, crumbling walls ; no longer would she hear with fluttering heart the joyous medley music of the birds, who sang and sang of all the happiness the world has ever known ; no longer would she weep in sound of the cold drip, drip of the water falling from the broken water-wheel, or see the sadness of a hundred ages crystallised in her own salt tears. She would never again welcome the rising sun and watch him painting the world with his rainbow-coloured brush. The garden was a lonely arid waste, and the cold winds might search it through and through and find no life there and no soul.

Memory lay dead. The night had passed and the sun shone fiercely on her as she lay, but he could bring no warmth into her cold, stiff limbs, or light into her wild, dead eyes. The garden was so quiet and full of death--but one stray bird had flown in from the outside world. He sat on a branch just above Memory's head and he sang to her the tale of love that sprang from his warm, throbbing little heart ; and Memory's spirit, wandering afar off outside the garden, heard the song and came stealing back to listen, and having lis tened stayed. • Memory is alive again. The garden hears her laughter and her tears, and throbs to life beneath her touch. But Memory does not want in the garden alone, for the voice of Love which called her back has come to stay. I. M.

THE ANCIENT MARINER. OR TEMPERANCE AND CHASTITY.

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. I wandered forth upon a sweet spring day To see the wedding of a friend most dear ; An old man came and stopt me on my way, His gait proclaimed he was a marinere ; And something in his aspect made me fear, He was so old, as old as an old tree, His beard was like the weed that grows beneath the sea.

He looked more strange than any man I have seen : ' Why do you look so strange?' to him I said.

He answered mildly, "Tis because I've been Upon a boat where all but me were dead.'

THE IMP But why,' I asked, do your eyes look so red? ' A look of calm surprise his face did cross : ' It is because I slew a harmless Albatross.'

And soon he left me, and I smiled to think How in each tale a lesson we may find ; If such an old man still can eat and drink And walk about and have so firm a mind, Although he's left so sweet a bird behind ; Whenever sorrow shall my spirit cross, I'll think of that old sailor and the albatross.

THE ANCIENT MARINER, As BROWNING TELLS IT. You shudder, that's not strange, well I won't hurt you ; Because I haven't seen soap or a razor This many a day, and was afloat with friends And dead men, you all shun me like the plague . . .

Cain had a mark on him, poor devil . . . You know How the pilot's boy goes mouching on the beach With mouth agape? He had a scare that night They took me off the ship. So you're a swell Who turns his nose up at the briny? . . . Still, mate, Best hear my yarn. You'll hardly need that nosegay, Nor want the wedding-breakfast when I've done,— Come, plug it in the ditch, the bride won't miss it.

There was ice, suns red like blood, sleek shiny seas— But they're beyond the human aspiring range Of rhyme or colour—art ! But the sheep's-guts You make your fiddle-strings of might have told, Only they twang jigs on them—you hear them? Well, They were all as cold as fishes, on a dead hulk.

Stark dead, I tell you, every mother's son.

One time I was hauling on a rope with Jim; My sister Nancy's boy—he was all stiff Like the puppets in a Punch and Judy show.

Why do I tell you this? Bless you! Why did Judas Tell those smug-faced Pharisees what a fool he'd been, Before he hanged himself? A man would burst If his dumb devil did not speak sometimes.

You see, it was all my fault—J killed the bird, So my immortal soul is racked in Hell.

You're shocked? A modern? Well, if you think that, There is no Hell for you, for you've no soul.

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What, not a quid of baccy? Well, I'm blowed !

I spin this yarn ill, but you catch my drift?

And it's God's truth, not idiocy or rum ; An old salt's log,—take it for what it's worth— Who's been alone with God on the sea. What ?—Work !A vagrant without visible means of support : So don't split on me to the constable.

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IN THE CROCODILE'S MOUTH. When I was a child I loved and hated it— That cavernous gloom Formed by two great grey-brown boulders That gaped And further back in dark murkiness Met. Entering, one left behind the glorious sunlight, The scudding wind, And stepped within a cold and chilling dimness, And stood And waited In half-frightened expectation for SOMETHING That never came, But might.

There was a spirit of adventure in climbing there, An excitement, a fear, A possibility of strange happenings or sights— Pixies, Or dragons, Giants, or loathsome monsters that might lurk And wait.

I went once more not very long ago— There was a change, As if one of the THINGS that stalk around With magic wand Had tapped it, And all had dwindled to two slanting Stones.

E. M. S.

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' THESE REMAIN.' When Time has snuffed the flame that warmed our love And laid cur lives away with the dead years, And we are little lonely ghosts, or move Holding cold converse through the empty spheres, Looking for comfort 'to the homely earth I think we still shall see, like. points of flame, Some old immortal moments we gave birth Lighting like lamps the places where we came.

We have made a thing too fair and won too dear To leave the world as though we had not been : We vanish, but the paths that knew us here Have drunk our love—the silent stones have seen : In the dark street small flowers of light shall rise Where you made summer in your lover's eyes.

E.M.C.

GAMES REPORTS. S. H. C. L. C. Captain—E. LESLIE-JONES. Vice-Captain--M. PHELIPS. Secretary—M. PlIELIPS. The Lacrosse Club is suffering from lack of members and the weather. Two members of last year's team are left. We have five freshers playing. Among them M. Howarth, from Maltman's Green, has been playing in United games.

The standard of play is low, and the inaccuracy and lack of combination—and this is no exaggeration—are appalling.

We have not yet managed a full game amongst ourselves. On Wednesdays we join up with St. Hilda's. There has been one match, against an Oxford Ladies' team, which was lost The officials of this Club feel that here a general appeal does not come amiss—for more members and greater enthusiasm before the Cuppers.

S. H. C. H. C. Captain—M. R. FOOKES. Vice-Captain—W. MURRELL. Secretary—L. L. STAVE. The Club is very strong in numbers this year and possesses much good material. The First Year have done well to have eleven people in the teams.

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Owing to the usual Oxford weather we have not had many matches this term.

FIRST XI.

Oct. 30. v. Milham Ford. Lost 6-4. The team was not playing together at all, but it was the first game of the season.

(Murrell 2, Stave 2.)

Nov. 27. v. Fairford Ladies. Draw, 2-2. A good game. The forwards lost several opportunities for shooting through dribbling the ball in the goal circle. The defence do not yet play together. (Chapman t, Ratcliffe i.)

SECOND XI.

Oct. 30. v. Oxford Etceteras 2nd XI. Lost to-4. This match was not at all representative of the Second XI's play, as nearly the whole team were reserves. (Vickers t, Chapman t, Owen 2.)

CRITICISM OF FIRST XI. Goal, I. WILLIAMS. Kicks extremely well. Must be quicker in moving and use her stick more readily when she cannot get close enough to kick.

R. Back, *M. FOOKES. L. Back, *F. WELCH. Rather slow, but clears well and often saves awkward situations. Must keep her eye on the ball.

12. Half, *P. SCOTT. Has transformed herself into an invaluable half this term, in which place her pace and knowledge of a forward's requirements are of great use.

C. Half, *J. HELPS. A very keen and untiring player. Must try and give the. forwards more support and cure herself of the reverse-stick habit.

L. Half, W. REYNOLDS. Energetic and determined. As she has been used to playing centre-half she is apt to come too much into the middle of the field, but has shown much improvement lately.

R. Wing, J. STOPFORD. Has a good pace, but is apt to crowd her inner in the circle.

R. Inner, E. RATCLIFFE. Is quick on the ball and gets in some good shots. She must try to improve her passing and stickwork and not waste time in the circle.

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useful member of the team.

L. Inner, *W. MURRELL. Has a very useful flick pass to the right, but must try to control the ball better when it is passed to her and get in some harder shots.

L. Wing, *H. GENT. Does not play so well in this difficult place as formerly. She is quick, and ought to pass sooner and not do so much individual dribbling.

The following are at present playing for the Second XI :—Goal, B. Roberts; r. back, M. Gray ; 1. back, D. Whyman ; r. half, tP. Martin ; c. half, M. Kirby ; 1. half, P. Hatton ; r. wing, *P. Fulford ; r. inner, B. Mott ; cenre, M. Chapman ; 1. inner, K. Elliott ; 1. wing, D. Cocker.

Reserves who have often played :--B. Aiken-Sneath, E. Tostenin, C. Havergal, and M. Owen. (* First XI colours. -1- Second XI colours.)

S. H. C. N.C. • Captain—B: LACEY. Vice-Captain--P. FULFORD. Secretary--L. LEONARD.

The Club has had every chance of doing well this term. The freshers have provided an unusually large number of keen players, some of whom are really promising, and the numbers at practices have been swelled by six enthusiastic Somervglians. In spite of this, however, several games have had to be scratched through lack of players ; and it is owing to the few actual team practices we have had that the results of the matches have been so disappointing. It was not until the last match that the teams began to play with any feeling of real unity. I hope that everyone will play more regularly next term, and also remember to tick or cross in plenty of time, and then the Club will fulfil its possibilities.

The matches played were :v. St. Katherine's, Wantage. First team, lost 25-5.

Second team, lost 26-1o. v. St. Helen's, Abingdon. First team, lost 24-9. v. Wychwood. First team, won 22-16.

Second team, won 25-5.

FIRST VII. G. LINGARD4 Combine well in passing out of the circle, but must D. BONE. f jump more and mark their opponents much more

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D. C. HALL. Quick and energetic, but her passing is sometimes erratic, and she must be careful not to run with the ball.

C. LEONARD. Plays a good attacking game, but does not always defend enough. *A. FULFORD. Has been shooting very well this term, but still might get free more.

S. HAVERGAL. Quick and can shoot very well.

SECOND VII. Milner (g.), Hatton (d.), Reeves (d.c.), Todd-Naylor (c), Barker (a.c.), Gray (a.), Stradling (s.).

The attack part of the game has improved during the term, but the defence is weak. Everyone must try to mark her opponent much more closely, and when intercepting to catch the ball, not simply bat it away.

The passing is better than it was, but there are still too many long passes ; and often the main idea seems to be to get rid of the ball at all costs, without having a good look round to see who is free.

HOLYWELI. PRESS, ALFRED STREET, OXFORD.

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