Muddiedoaths and Dozyoafs

This year the Weir team has been exalted some three grades to the grandiose status of Junior Seconds—no mean feat for a team of only one winter. The year's activities began with a general meeting for the purpose of electing officers and all that. Held on extremely democratic lines, the meeting resulted in the selection of "Doc." Culliford and W. Tread-well as coaches and of W. Allen as captain. The team awaited with blind faith in fortune, its first game, which resulted in Weir's first blood of the season—a 14-3 win. The boys showed surprising co-ordination and fitness at that early stage and those qualities were again exhibited in various well-known establishments after the game.

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This year we have a nucleus of old stalwarts from last years team and some notable new members, including that dive-pass expert "Space" Saili, who has made a number of very nice runs from behind the scrum. Also among us is a man from the executive, one G. I. Rich, who although suspiciously near insubordination on some occasions has played good solid football. Our wingers, "Long" Waite and John Bathgate (you should see my dummy!) have been a little peeved at the lack of material to date—a matter which we hope will be remedied in the near future. So with four wins and two losses to our credit we look to the future with hope, chanting that well-known Latin maximum "oe guestibus non est disputandum" (Will you shut up in that scrum?)