for liberty or to death. All this has gone: fighting is no more. There is no alternative but to become a Pakeha. Was this saying not uttered by the mouth of a dying chief many generations ago: ‘Kei muri i te awe kapara he tangata ke, mana kao, he ma.’ (Shadowed behind the tattooed face a stranger stands, he who owns the earth and he is white.') The fear of extinction of the Maori race with its loss of morals and confidence has passed. There is a new resurgence of the Maori people who should now strive towards higher standards of health, better education and a better economic level for their children. No longer does the Pakeha stand “a stranger behind the tattooed face”, because the Maori should take into his hands the heritage of the culture of his forefathers, certain and proud of his own identity, so that he can mix freely with the Pakeha, knowing that he can offer something from his own background, in exchange for the European culture he has absorbed. This above all, to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. from Hamlet, by William Shakespeare.

WINI WEKA'S JOKE A STORY FOR CHILDREN by KATE SHAW Wini Weka liked to know what was going on. She was what her mother called in-quis-i-tive, but all her playmates called her Quizzy. One day Puki Pukeko, Mrs Raki Duck, Tuku Bittern, Pipi Shining Cuckoo and little Pi-toi Robin were waiting by the swamp for Wini to come and play. She was very late and they began to talk about her. “I'm sure she is poking her nose in somewhere trying to find out things that are not her business,” said Puki. “We couldn't really call her anything but Quizzy,” said Mrs Raki. “One day she will get into real trouble,” said Tuku. “Yes, she will,” said Pipi. “Oh, is she really quizzier than me?” asked Pi-toi, who didn't know Wini Weka very well. “Yes, she's very quizzy indeed,” said Mrs Raki. “Let's teach her a lesson,” they all said together. “Let's play a trick on her.” So they put their heads together and planned the trick. Then they went away. When Wini arrived she couldn't see any of her playmates and she was quite sad and upset. “I know I'm late,” she thought, “But I was busy finding out things, and they might have waited. Now I will have to go home again and there isn't anyone there to play with. I did want to play.” She hung her hand and scratched on the ground with her foot wondering what she would do. Then she heard a sound a little way off, behind some raupo. It was a small tapping sound. Tap, tap, went the sound, tap, tap, tap. Wini was interested. She wanted to find out what the sound was and who was making it. She began to walk towards the raupo patch. Tap, tap, she heard, tap, tap, tap. It was very exciting. She walked a little faster. She poked her head round the raupo patch. There was nothing there! But she could still hear the tapping sound. It was further away now. It was behind a flax bush. She wanted very much to find out about the tapping and walked on until she could see behind the flax bush. There was absolutely nothing there! But the tapping sounded once more. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap! “I wonder what it is,” thought Wini. She was just about to walk on again when she heard a creaky voice say “Wini, wait a minute.” She looked down and on the ground by her feet she saw Tu. He was puffing and blowing as he had hurried to catch up to Wini. “What is it, Tu?” asked Wini, “Are you in trouble? Can I help?” because Wini had a kind heart even if she was in-quis-i-tive. “No,” said Tu, “I'm not in trouble. You are in trouble.” “How am I in trouble?” asked Wini. “The others are playing a trick on you,” said Tu. “They are walking ahead and making tapping sounds with pebbles so you will follow. They will