SCENES CAY AND GRAVE

Wairarapa Age, 18 March 1927, Page 5

SCENES CAY AND GRAVE

DUKE OF YORK AT DUNEDIN. VARSITY BEVELS. WAR MEMORIAL UNVEILED. DUNEDIN, March 17. A feature of the Duke of York’s programme this morning was the cheery and enthusiastic welcome he received from a thousand University students. When he came out on the steps above the Quad, the students sang their noble Varsity Anthem with splendid effect, and afterwards performed a haka which for vigour and volume of sound would not have disgraced the Tuwhare--1 toa tribe. The:;e was the usual ragging which the bright spirits among the undergrads usually indulge in. A most interesting tour was made through the Physics Laboratory, where Professor Jack, who* speaks English with a strong accent acquired ndrth of the Tweed, turned himself for the time being into a modern magician. The Duke and the members of his staff took keen interest in a number of physical illusions and experiments. A dog chain which was shot from a quickly-revolving wheel ran along the floor like a hoop. Colour-blind spectacles mystified all who looked through them at tinted skeins of silk, and a cube drawing led to a gnat diversity of opinion as to how many cubes were actually on the paper. The Professor said he saw six. The Duke said: “I see seven.” Fortunately no one saw eight, but the Duke in high good humour apparently saw greater possibilities in this illusion and laughingly told the professor that it was a good thing he was not showing these strange illusions after dinner. The students gave him a great, send-off, with hearty cheers for himself, the Duchess and three more for ‘‘the little daughter.” The unveiling of Dunedin’s fine war memorial was a solemn ceremony. The Dunedin Pipe Band threw the stocks and ribbons of their pipes over their shoulders and hearts thrilled to tho long-drawn wailing notes of ‘‘The Flowers of the Forest.” that Highland lament the origin of which is lost in the mists of antiquity. At intervals in the wailing tune came a solemn beat of the drum, like the slow distant firing of a Royal Salute. Among tho old Scottish men and women present who had lost brave sons at the war, there were few if any dry eyes as the wailing tune died away and the Bugle Band sounded the sad notes of ‘‘The Last Post,” and then blew the “Reveille.”