Our sports reporters are still recovering, but we heard we won the shooting and we were second in the tennis. The cricketers, athletes, swimmers and women's basketballers finished last, keeping well within Vic's wonderful tradition. But, of course we won the shooting.

I would like to suggest that A.U. take a few lessons on (a) how to conduct a Drinking Horn and (b) how to compete in one, and so avoid repetition of the shambles. And Vic. won the shooting.

For those who were awake the team arrived in Auckland at about 11.30 a.m. on Good Friday morning after a strenuous and sleepless trip from Wellington. Who smashed the windows? Who travelled up and back without tickets? And did someone smuggle a bottle of beer aboard after all the warnings on the loudspeakers in Wellington? Who won the shooting?

Sleepy?

The Official Welcome and Sports Council meetings were noted for the large number of absentees—Athletics and Swimming did not have a quorum at their first meetings.

Friday night the parties started and some of them finished on Saturday but others like the brook . . . till after we won the shooting.

On Saturday we got down to business—the Waterpolo team beat Canterbury 8-1 in their only win, the boys with rifles showed how it should be done while the cricketers showed how it shouldn't.

In the evening came the first of the dinners with the swimmers showing strength in bending spoons and being asked to leave the Waverley after a sermon from the manager.

The rowers had a quieter dinner and your Sports Editor was found with a carrot end in his mouth and an empty bottle of whisky in his hand at a party somewhere in Auckland. Who were winning the shooting, Vic. of course.

Sunday provided a dull day—Mass for those faithful few who were up at 9 a.m. and service for the remainder (?) at 6.30 p.m., followed by "La Ronde" and of course parties. And Vic. of course were winning the shooting.

Blues !

Monday morning saw the women finish their basketball losses, and one of their players, injured on Saturday was obviously missed.

The swimmers showed some hopeful signs, specially when Bill McCarroll won the Men's Dive, and an N.Z.U. Blue, in beating Richard Swindell the runner-up at this year's National Championships (Bill was third at Nationals), and many others qualified for their finals. Some Bulls were hit and we won the Shooting.

The afternoon saw an Athletic Blue, under that doubtful fresher eligibility clause. Will this chap continue to support the Varsity Club?—we hope so, others have failed to do so in the past.

And with the passing of the afternoon so passed Tournament sport, (?) except swimming for Easter '59. Most then adjourned to pubs, dinners and parties to warm up for the goings on at New-market, only to be disappointed by the quietest swimming finals in years—there was some light relief when a race was conducted during the polo half-time. But of course we'd won the Shooting.

Tuesday:(Drinking Horn)

"Of Course i am Going to Drive i'm in no Fit Condition to Walk"

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.