love!

Land of love!

The gentleman on the right is sing ing the song seen in pianoforte form below. He's Fiji Police bandsman, Con stable Emani Naivanawalu, singing "Hail to Fiji-Land of Love", the work of Russell Garcia, a Hollywood com poser-arranger who spends a lot of time in Fiji.

It has been suggested that if Fiji replaces "God Save the Queen" (which seems unlikely at the moment), Mr.

Garcia's anthem might be the first choice.

The Fiji Police Force's Director of Music, Superintendent J. H. Hemp stead, says that it is the best by far of the many suggested anthems he has heard in recent months.

The lyrics are all about love, brotherhood and liberty. Sceptics (and there are still plenty in Fiji) will be prepared to forgive Mr. Garcia his sentimentality if what he says about his Land of Love turns out to be true, right into the dim, dim future.

Rabaul, New Britain, has always been a place of alarms and explosions —some of them, in the past, from the volcanoes that ring the town. The Mother Mountain, Matupi and South Daughter, shown (above) from Tunnel Hill, are, however, quiescent at present, while all the angry action seems to be coming from the Mataungan and anti-Mataungan groups. In spite of politics, a lot goes on unchanged in the town. The market or "bung" (opposite page bottom), still makes Saturday the big shopping day for brown and white townspeople alike, just as it has since German days. Mango Avenue (opposite top) Rabaul's main street was named after the huge German-planted mango trees that once lined its length but which were declared unsafe and cut down some years back. All Mango now has is a parking problem like any other town has of its size, any where. Stuck in the sand just outside Rabaul this ship (right) sails no more but is used by Tolais as a residence.

Note connection to the electricity supply and what like a young forest sprouting amidships.