Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 2, No. 10. June 14, 1939
On the King's Birthday weekend the Tramping Club usually tramps; the number of embryo trampers present, the "tramp" [unclear: resembled] a picnic.
But it was a very pleasant and enjoyable picnic, a great deal of credit for its success being due to Jim Croxton the leader. The lorry set off for the [unclear: Haurangis] (nobody quite knew ehre they were) about an hour late, and, after a fast trip through extremely interesting limestone country, stopped at the top of a hill, over the top or which could be seen what appeared to be the Hanrangis, with Mount Ross in the distance.
It was decided to pitch camp in a nearby valley, and after ten minutes tramping, camp was duly set up. Messrs. Higgin, Livingstone and Meek, apparently not content with ten minutes' tramping on the first day, disappeared up the hill into the unknown promising to be back on Monday morning. We understand that, after ploughing 'through lawyer and falling down precipices in the darkness, they pitched camp in an inhospitable gorge at about 8.30 p. m.
The balance of the party was enlivened by some awful puns emitted by Mr. Braybrooke.
The great ascent of Mount Ross was accomplished successfully by the majority of the party on Sunday, arid Mr. Croxton led the weary trampers back to the camp with no casualties, although a little anxiety was felt when a search party was organised to look for the corpse of Mr. Arlidge.
Monday morning was wet; the party endeavoured to dry Marie Collin at the fire and give Doris Johannsen an airing, but their efforts weren't appreciated. An amazing dinner and an exploration trip in the limestone locality were features of the day.
It is notable that the party on the return journey all wore large boots, boots as heavy as lend.—I. Sax.