We Won!

Tuesday saw a quiet morning and then Vic's, triumph in the afternoon—we brought the horn back to Wellington once again.

The Ball in the evening was preceded by various dinners and parties—luckily, as the Ball was tame.

It is recorded that one southern gentleman arrived at the train on Wednesday afternoon where he met his billet for the second time. Billet had kindly brought his baggage to the station, as he could not find the time to go home. Of course Vic. had won the Shooting.

Your Sports Editor had eight hours solid sleep on the way back—he was one of the few people who detrained ready for work. Our delegates were seen asleep in the luggage racks etc., and are, we believe, still recovering. But of course Vic. had won the Drinking Horn—and the Shooting.