The Sundry Art of Exercise

Well, chaps and chapines, this is the very first Year of the Gym. Think of it ... a whole year of refreshing exercise in yon vasty building, with all sorts of idiotic things to do. Volleyball, strictly for the birds, man. May be all right for bounding around type people but me, I'm for maybe a little weight training: I'm tired of beautiful girls of my acquaintance seeing me on the beach and calling me skinny. Or maybe table tennis except the ping and the pong sort of grate on my so sensitive nerves and I'mso delicate.

Anyway, there must be something there that I can do if it's only watching the Training College girls leaping athletically around (on Thursdays, I think).

And after all my exercise, that is if 1 do any exercising, 1 could have a shower, maybe. ... Oh yes, I know what I should tell you about—the Trampoline. Now this Is strictly for the birds and has to be used to be believed in. Bounce Wheeeeeee, Bounce ... Wheeeeeeee. ... Marvellous good fun.

If I should be so indiscreet as to get fit, there are a couple of clubs I've been thinking of joining. You know, I just might this year. Practices will be a lot easier to attend now especially with the access road down to the Boyd-Wilson field nearly completed.

Besides, I've paid my Students' Association fee so 1 may as well get something for my money (membership of these clubs is Free, if you call paying £3/5/- to the Students' Association an act of philanthropy.)