Drinking Horn

Take twenty-four husky Varsity men, surround 'em with two hundred shouting, singing, hakaing supporters, place 'em under the eagle eye of mine host of the Occidental, Jim Moffitt, put thirty-six handles of the best—well, where would you put thirty-six handles?—and the answer's The Drinking Horn!

No mere swallowing competition, this show, although One swallow does make the summer of the super stylist—but a definite test of skill and endurance. In fact dashing down your bowl of Samian wine (ours is a Waitemata, thank you!) in anything like decent time—about three seconds on the average—is no mean feat. You try it and see!

But the Horn Trophy is something more than its name implies. Its real value lies in its providing an excellent rendezvous for a bumper reunion in an appropriate environment. Tournament songs, legends and libels are revived and embellished and new stories stretched to the giant-like proportions of the sagas of the past. Anyhow we can't think of a better preparation for Tournament Ball.

So don't roll along to the old Occidental at 2.30 p.m. on Easter Tuesday. Just come along, but roll up in your hundreds to the St. Francis Hall after wards.—O.J.C.