Monday March 25th.

Strict instructions had been issued by Fuhrer Corkhill for all Victorians with voices to present themselves at the Basketball Courts at 9 A. M. V.U.C. was playing A. U.C. Sundry bodies ambled up at the appointed time and gave voice. And was it a hectic match! page break And was Coach Riske agitated. Jotting notes in a black book. And did those girls play! I'll say they did. And when the finale came our congrats went not only to A.U.C. for winning but to V.U.C. for their splendid fight. Then sundry gentlemen adjourned piecemeal to the nearest hostelry to revive flagging spirits. The heat was becoming terrific.

After lunch bicycled cautiously to Athletics and witnessed amongst other things an all V.U.C. tandem race, and the destruction by fire of the Magnetic Mine minus the contents.

The swimming in the evening was particularly noteworthy for acrobatic feats of the Official Chaperone, who succeeded in traversing the baths per medium of the struts in the roof. And then to another rendezvous.