Thursday, March 21st.

"Going to Tournament?" has been the popular query for some weeks now. One last flurry of photographs, tickets endorsed with M. O. F., M. O. D. OR S.R., rejuvenated Hakas - and am now on the Rangatira fraternising with our northern opponents. An uneventful voyage on a blacked out ship. You have no idea how inconvenient it can be stumbling along a murky deck, flopping unawares into the laps of lovers, or peering in an uncertain fashion at recumbent forms. To some the bar closed at 11 P.M., to others it had never been open. At times one could see such personalities as John Carrad, Bomber Aimers, "Corks" and even the Official Chaperone. Then again the blackout.