"School, School Forevah"

It is pleasing to witness the revival of the old V.U.C. Rowing Club, which has of late been performing so meritoriously in local regattas. The four has managed to secure creditable placings in its outings and we have no hesitation in saying that they would undoubtedly have done even better had the fields been made smaller to exclude those energetic bounders who so obviously rowed to win and not just for tre sake oil the sport. The cads!

Rowing is a sport whose adherents attire themselves in indecently inadequate costumes, perch perilously on sliding seats, which unlike Varsity benches are cut to the figure, and venture forth in ingenious plywood contraptions to flail the water with baulks of timber, presumably in an endeavour to catch fish by stunning them. To this end they strain their guts by rowing like the hammers of hell in one direction while steadfastly gazing at where they have just been. For all this some of these gentlemen have even been heard to make derisive noises when talking of trampera.

We can recall the day when the V.U.C. eight led the others home in the annual tournament and if the club continues to function as we hope it will, then we will certainly witness such an occasion again when the successful completion of the war permits of such pleasant gatherings.

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