Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 4, No. 7 July 2, 1941
The Tramping Club had a paua hunt, braving the perils of the briny deep in search of prey, on the John McCreary rock climbing trip to Titahi Bay. This trip was an education for new members—there was the climbing instruction organised by the ubiquitous Tony Chorlton, a poker school, and the University of Lausanne lectures on the love life of seaweed.
The Lindsay-Rachel-Hubert-Daphne front also provided a fine example, when realising that they had been betrayed into rock-climbing by their lack of solidarity, they refused to go higher. John had a lovely time getting his "boys and girls" down. He tied them on a piece of rope and simply lowered them down.
Little Alec perched on pinnacles like a spider monkey and grinned at people, and Norbert's daring brought Lindsay's reproach, "It's all right for you Catholics, you've got another world to go to."
Last Saturday night, half a dozen bodies in Tawhai, the Club's Orongo-rongo hut, were rudely awakened from the serious things of life by a roaring noise, and the arrival of a reproachful leader, Harry Scott, and friends, who wanted a fire. Still later more new arrivals disturbed the King's Peace. During the night the conversation wandered around Yorkshire moors, while certain people told stories that even the girls appreciated.
Next day the river was down (by John Norman standards), and some energetic people wandered up to Matthews Creek. Going home through the five mile Eric Schwimmer had to, however, and some people did not seem to be in any hurry.