Although utterly intimidated by the unmitigated condemnation of reader T. C. Young (Salient 12) Tournament has come and passed us by and we must rave on regardless . . . Let it not be said that Nostalgia was left unmoved by a week of concentrated liberty! However, rest assured—all shall be innocuous—let there be no breath of defamation, no suggestion of "juvenile hangover and banality"... if we may just venture to remind participants of their nocturnal whereabouts during the week?.

Beresford St.: Nice crammed parties with a guitar and a pre-dominence of Canterbury and Auckland. It was made perfect by the introduction of genuine Victoria joss-sticks. Aucklanders proved ardent fans and a dozen or so disciples have vowed to initiate their fellow students way up north.

Guests Thrown Out

Featherston St.: Ideally situated next door to the breweries, this flat was built for a party—two large rooms connected by a long kitchen on one side and a passage on the other ensured good circulation—for those who wanted to circulate. All went merry as a marriage-bell till the irate maiden inhabitants threw out their guests at 1.30 a.m. Nevertheless, this party will go down in history. For here the much celebrated Mr "Moon," Auckland's pride and joy, provided his customary entertainment for wide-eyed spectators from the other less-endowed universities. Our education is complete.

Land-Lady-it is

Broadway: What a party!—The walls bulged and several students with weak constitutions were axphyxiated—so much so the owners of the flat had difficulty night after night afterwards, turning away boisterous would be orgy fans (due to an attack of pernicious land-lady-itis.]

Park St.: This bachelor establishment (there seemed to be about eight of them) provided hospitality for a fairly select crowd who jived to a marvellous tape recording and enjoyed a profound literary discussion in the most artistically decorated sitting-room. Nevertheless—what we want, to know is —who flogged our scarf?

Police Called.

Ada St.: Always a good standby for a party when all else failed. This flat of five [with six extra billets] lasted the season, although the exhausted neighbours called the police about 5 a.m. on the last night [they arrived most apologetically in the middle of the 35th chorus of "Matilda"]. Main functions held here included a N.Z. U.S.A. party on Saturday, a drama [Arts Festival 1 party, a Con O'Leary exhibition [another Bill Dwyer forsooth!] and a memorable flakers party—thirty odd on one double innerspring mattress on the sitting-room floor in front of the fire amid dozens of cushions, rugs, sleeping-bags, pillows. etc.—the whole mess being regularly disrupted by pillow fights and heated intellectual discussions.

Palmerston Relieved when they Left!

In conclusion, on behalf of the N.Z. Universities may I formally thank all Palmerston North land ladies for their (enforced?) hospitality, the generous owners of open-party flats, and the long-suffering citizens . . . who stole their wattle, kept them awake till ungodly hours, paraded round in absurdly long scarves, menaced pedestrians in old bombs and Painted The Town Red?

P.S.—Query: How come the Victoria University Women's Drinking Team with their unparalled record of five minutes, received no opposition after challenging all the other universities?

—Cathy.