The Dance

The light- heartedness of release from training, and the comrade-ship that springs from friendly rivalry, could have found no better expression than in the closing scene of the Tournament—the dance held in the Art Gallery Hall on Tuesday evening. It was a wonderful thing of colour and movement and joyousness. An excellent floor and a genial and still more excellent orchestra made the dancing a delight. Lancers were romped in traditional University style, while it was maintained that the different Colleges could be picked by the way they waltzed—especially Victoria! And then, in between the dances, of course, one looked at Dunedin's collection of pictures, unless one happened to be an athlete, when suppers—suppers ad infinitum, at page 38 exquisite little tables a deux—were the order of the night (and morning).

Sic transit gloria mundi! Was it possible to believe that those weary, bleary travellers in the Christchurch express had been the life and soul of such a gathering a few hours before? Yet it evidently was so. Ask Canterbury.