During his Police Cadet training, Terry McConnell receives ‘first aid’ in the bush from Constable S. Mangell, while Senior Sergeant D. N. Scott looks on. and cricket in the summer and rugby in the winter, playing for two seasons in the Cadet 1st XV in a Wellington junior grade competition. I thought the course was hard and exacting—80 started and only 63 graduated—but considered it very satisfying and worthwhile. We lived in barracks divided into three-bed cubicles, one single bed and two bunks. They seemed somewhat crowded and it appeared as if everyone was living in another's pocket but we soon became used to it and even became used to the wide range of snoring that went on at night. Discipline appeared to be hard but we realised that if we took risks we had to be prepared to take the consequences. My parents, like the other 79 cadets' parents, were I think a little worried over my welfare and well-being while living away from home and their control. I fear that our instructors had the same sentiments because we never seemed to have enough time to ourselves or enough time to become bored or to play up. Our meals were eaten at the Immigration Hostel at Trentham, which also houses and feeds the apprentices under the Maori Affairs apprenticeship scheme. The food was plain and wholesome, but we never seemed to get enough for our growing bodies. However, in the 19 months I was at the training school I put on three stone and grew two inches. Apart from messing facilities, the training school is self-contained and consists of a gymnasium, barracks, classrooms, administrative block, canteen, laundry, Police library, Police museum and of course a parade ground. On my first day at the training school I was very shocked and surprised to find that I was the only Maori among the 80 cadets. My fears were short lived, for I was accepted as just another person who simply wanted to be a Policeman. On my graduation from Trentham I was posted to Wellington, moving into Holland House, the Wellington Police Barracks. Here at long last was single accommodation for 147 single men. It has a gymnasium and games rooms for darts, table tennis, etc. and a TV lounge. The food is excellent. I was first stationed at Taranaki Street Police Station, spending two months doing beat work and eight months doing patrol car work. I enjoyed my relatively short time on beat work because most of my training had been in