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Salient: Victoria University of Wellington Students' Newspaper. Volume 31 Number 19 August 6, 1968

oft wilt he lead

oft wilt he lead

Brother William,

As 'tis written,

"Cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth".

Midst a flurried squawking about his right wing Brother James Mitchell, sole defender of the Faith, and upholder of the True Doctrines, smitten tho he may be by the demons of Ego and Envy (may he be forgiven), has, of his own accord, emerged from behind the glossy facade of the Salient office, forsaking that cauldron of corruption, rapscallionry and sordid ambition, abandoning it to those false prophets, Messrs Logan, Grapevine and Gager.

While Biggs is being had, Wheeler is sullying, the National Party fledglings are chirping about Fat Norm's worms, and the S.C.M. is permited gratefully to express their profound views about student power, the Antichrist Salient sect neglects to publish abroad the Word; while "the hungry sheep look up and are not fed, but inwardly rot and foul contagion spread". As Brother White was heard to exclaim, "Baa".

O, woe!

But, praise the Lord!, a lamp to light our paths has glimmered, the voice of him whose meat is locusts and honey has sounded — "Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight". Yea, surrounded by his cherub train, the constabulary, G. D. Toft (virtuous writer of the epistle "Search for God") has come to lead the flock. Toft for religious editor!

No more with impunity shall the friendly Pharisee Daniel proclaim against the rabble in our midst, the scruffy no-hopers who abuse their university privilege; nor shall pagan Poulton be suffered to throw us to the lions for their evening meal. No more shall Kelly inveigh against the wogs and coons, nor Kedgely mouth dangerous platitudes on art, nor List destroy the Buggers, not Hales speak tongues. Rejoice, for the Kingdom is at, hand. Apathy will be slaughtered, the omnipotent wroth will descend upon the Establishment, the price of wool will everlastingly increase, the Communists will all perish in the self-consuming — of Godless war, never again will Dennis be passed, Fritz shall be to the fiery cauldrons where meat-balls boil.

May we forever heap coals of fire on out brothers' heads! May I at last my name in print, like him, who shall be raised to the left hand of the Lord, to judge both the quick and the dead!

Speaking as a mother of seven, I should know.

Yours,

R. D. MacRae.