as it can possibly be done with the sure knowledge that not only will one be judged on the performance, but many. When a Maori gets into trouble all too often his race is named directly and blamed indirectly for the misdemeanour. But the converse is equally true. We can make the most of our identity for the benefit of all. This is what we want to hear more of:— “I had a Maori nurse to care for me when I was ill and she was wonderful …” “The children love their Maori school teacher …” “I don't know what the council would do without that splendid gang of Maoris …” We, the heirs of both races, have a special task in this matter. The pakeha will look on us as Maoris and will judge those of full blood on our acts just as much as he will on theirs. But we, with our inherited and acquired knowledge of the European way of life—indeed for many of us it is the only way of life we know—are pro-consuls extraordinary for all the rest. Thus by our very birth we have inherited that which is both heavy burden and inestimable privilege.

YIELDING TO THE NEW by ARAPERA BLANK And the restless fingers of the city beckoned and Marama went forth to learn a little more. The parting was sad but her parents understood. “It is good that you go,” said father, “if you stay here you will end up like your cousins. All they can talk about is babies, babies—plenty of time for that. You are young. You have had a little education. Go to the city and learn a little more. Come home during the holidays to help us out. Don't you dare marry one of the village boys! Find someone who is worthy of your intelligence.” “Find someone who'll look after you first! Brains aren't everything,” sniffed her mother. In the New Year the service car was always crowded with exuberant youth on the way to the city: some already wearing the outward trimming of urban sophistication, apparent in the nonchalance of straight skirts, slick high heels and two-tone jackets of brilliant hue; some like