and with my wife lived at home; but I could see that it wouldn't last this way. Odd jobs couldn't go on for ever and there was no other employment in these backblocks. I realised that my father was wrong when he had said, “the Maori belongs on his land,” for there was not enough land for all Maoris. Some of them had to go and I knew that I must be one of them. Consequently I returned with my wife and young son to Auckland where I found employment in the freezing works once more. Since then I have met a number of Maoris, who, like myself, have realised that the Maori lands cannot employ all of the Maoris. Some of them are tradesmen, some teachers, but too many are in “blind alley” occupations. Too many are attracted by unstable high wages and are not secure in the city. Too many are wasting their wages on beer and liquor and they are creating a problem for their race—an urgent problem. I also see many young Maori lads about the Auckland streets. How many are varsity students? How many are wasting their chances and ability because of the attractions in the city? That too is a problem for our race. We must somehow or another keep our varsity students at their work. We must impress upon them that university means work—not fun; and that for the sake of their race they must work. My dreams of becoming a doctor are now mere flights of fantasy— once they were a real prospect. I have thrown away my golden opportunity—I cannot regain it; but I can at least help other students to take their opportunities. Perhaps this article will help them. I hope it will.

THE SKY WEPT AT WAITANGI Story and Photography by STANHOPE ANDREWS The holding of the first women's league meeting in a carved Maori hall, the unveiling of an important monument closely linked with the treaty of Waitangi and the unveiling of a memorial tablet at Waitangi Hall, Te Tii, all added special interest to the celebration of the 116th anniversary of the signing of the Treaty at Waitangi last Feburary. The government was represented at the celebration by the Hon E. B. Corbett. Minister of Maori Affairs. It was the first important public function he attended after his fortunate recovery from a serious illness. Part of the Waitangi meeting was attended by Mr Stanhope Andrews of Whangarei who wrote and photographed this story for Te Ao Hou. We arrived in the rain on Friday morning, on February 5, and the formal proceedings closed, still in the rain, at 6.45 on Saturday. No elders sat and reminisced on the marae; they huddled in gumboots and oilskins in the rather leaky shelter of the cookhouse and in the eating place. No hangi were prepared, but the food, in enormous quantities, was cooked in coppers under a tarpaulin. Even their main sleeping quarters in the hall were drenched. Of an expected 1000 to 1500 visitors only 200 arrived because of the weather and floods. However, as was shown at the roll call at the big meeting, every single one of the nominated delegates was present, and it would have taken more than a mere storm to shift them from their purpose. Sam Maioha, with Tamatera Rameka, was in charge of a team of men and women (and boys and girls) who laboured through several days for incredibly long hours to make everybody comfortable and at home. It was a performance under sodden and miserable conditions which could only have been brought off by volunteers with a sense of mission. Between times, informal meetings in the proper Maori style went on continuously in the dining hall and in the Waitangi hall. There were problems of the local marae to be thrashed out, and some of the speaking was old fashioned Maori oratory of a high order. Most interesting item of these informal meetings was the discussion of the propriety of shifting the Conference from the Waitangi Maori Hall to the great carved meeting house. The decision was by no means unanimous, quite a number claiming that it was not proper to hold a women's conference there. But the attitudes of Te Ao Hou prevailed, and the meeting opened in the historic house.