The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review, June 1923

The Ball

The Ball.

Oh heaven! are we to adopt the cold tone of a chronicler and report the Ball in words, cold words, printed with ink and leaden type? It came at the end of a very full day, and its success was largely due to those earliest and high-minded souls who rose up early on that fateful morning, snatched a scanty breakfast, and arrived at the Town Hall circa 7 a.m. to do the decorating; and again to those who previously had with infinite labour and patienco prepared those same decorations. Multitudinous coloured streamers hung down from the big central chandelier, and were attached to the sides of the gallery; birch and fern and flags completed the mise-en-scene. The floor was smooth, the music adequate, the partners delightful, the supper perfect—all except the coffee, which was even worse burnt than usual—the conversation witty, the silences expressive, the general tone irreproachable. In fact, it was all a Great Success. We unfortunately omit mention of the charming evening gowns worn, and can only refer our interested readers to back numbers of those distinguished fashion journals, the "Evening Post" and "New Zealand Times."

Capping has come and gone once again. Sic transit gloria mundi. En avant, mes enfants—to 1924!