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Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 1, No. 17 July 27, 1938

Lost—40 Trampers

Lost—40 Trampers

For the past three weeks appealing notices have been pinned carefully on the Sports Clubs' notice board, describing in meticulous detail the delights of the trips organised by the Tramping Club.

Explicit instructions are given as to meeting places, itinerary, gear necessary, etc., and yet the number of names placed in the optimistically large space provided is growing smaller in proportion to the number of weeks left in the term.

Why is this? Where are those who have done the winter crossing for the past eight years? Where are those who have haunted the Orongorongos and climbed at Kime? Where are the skiers and the trampers—where even are the hikers?

We are informed that it has always been thus during exam time—but exams, do not seem to us a valid argument against week-end or Sunday tramping. Fitness in body is essential to academic success: only by leading an outdoor life in the week-ends can one stand the strain of remaining indoors during the rest of the week.

The week after next we are holding a skiing trip to Mount Holdsworth. The Tararuas are now coated thickly with snow, and there is every indication that skiing conditions will be excellent.

In the words of the V.U.C. Tramping Club song (air, "Men of Harlech"):

What's the good of sitting moping,
Growling, grumbling, drinking, doping.
All the week-end vainly hoping
Something will turn up!
Do not stay reclining,
While the sun is shining—
Upon your back.
Your worries to the nether world consigning!
Though you're snowed on, rained on, blowed on,
You never give a damn if you're a load on,
Laugh at thunderbolts from Wodan—Tramp with V.U.C.!

Come on, you once active, now somnolescent trampers and tramperettes!

The whole forty of you!

Tramp with V.U.C.!