Weir Wolves

Several weeks ago to the soft and sweet music of the sophisticated Verne Clair Duo Housemen slunk round the dining room floor, which had been specially disinfected for the occasion. This was a somewhat more restrained affair than usual, though none the less enjoyable on that account. The floor show for the evening was given by none other than the "Inkspots." the Weir harmony group who this year have increased their numbers to achieve the dignity of a sextet. They gave us a simple but moving Gaudeamus, rattled the "Dry Bones" with exuberance, consorted with their little bright-eyed doll "Down by the Riverside" and congaed out with the same "Show Me the Way to Go Home" that we heard echoing through the corridors at 2 o'clock in the morning for the fortnight preceding the dance. From time to time odd couples left the room, some to drink coke and listen to records in the discretely lit Common room. Others . . .