Tournament Delegates.

S. A. Wiren and E. Evans.

We met the Southerners on Thursday morning. Their boat was an hour or so late, and several faces betrayed that all had not been well. However, a light breakfast and a motor trip seemed to revive them somewhat, and their conversation was more cheery when we joined the two o'clock train.

The journey was uneventful. Memory can recall only many poker parties, and a monotonously told story of a man they could not hang owing to his abbreviated neck.

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Weary but thankful we tumbled out into rain-masked Auck land, and spent the day recuperating and watching the rain drops. Some took advantage of a very thoughtful move of Auckland'sand visited the "Rendezvous" cabaret, where music, pingpong, cards, and dancing were indulged in with becoming grace and abandon.

Saturday was devoted to tennis and debating (q.v.) and to keeping dry. We began to comprehend why Auckland calls itself the Queen City—it seemed to be always raining. The A.U.C. girls sportingly undertook to wait at luncheon and afternoon tea, and there was one cute little damsel—but that, alas! is another story.

On Sunday the weather was a little more settled with only one considerable shower. A special service at St. Matthew's was well attended, and the rest of the day spent in private trips and a C.U. tea at the Rendezvous.

On Monday we were treated to more tennis and boxing. We understand the ladies also arranged a moonlight(?) picnic upon Auckland's pride and glory, but personally we went to the boxing.

We had looked forward to Tuesday as our great day, for our Athletic team was held most likely to retrieve our shattered for tunes. But it was not to be, and in the evening we went, simper resurgens, to the Ball to make one last bid for the honours of the game. The Town Hall was comfortably filled and prettily decorated. His Excellency and Lady Jellicoe with the viceregal party were present; and Lady Jellicoe presented the trophies to the successful contestants. She also gave back to Canterbury their longlost Easter Egg.

Oh, Easter egg! How we respected you in the train and on the tennis courts, until you tempted us beyond endurance on the evening of debate! How our three miler found you thrust into his arms and speeded with you 'midst the nightlights of Auckland, until at last you entered into the halls of oratory and found yourself in scribed with the names of the chairman and judges of that historic contest! How we struggled and panted afterwards, four of us aside, in farfamed Queen Street until the pavement echoed with the thud of conflict, until we seized you once again, and for three long days we. held you out of sight! Was it perchance the operation of Nature and Father Time within you that led us to abandon you in the men's dressing room and let you be presented to the lamenting Lockwood? Oh, egg, perhaps it was; yet next Easter when the plasterer brings forth a fresher egg than you, we shall again accept the gage of battle and shall join the fight anew!

Next day we were invited to afternoon tea, and took the opportunity of thanking students, billeters. and friends for their great kindness and a keenly-fought tournament. A little private jubilation at dinner, and we boarded the train once more.

Most of us were tired, but we welcomed every station with songs and hakas that had now become common property. Who shall forget Frankton Junction with its chorus of "If you want to be right happy now and evermore.'its bewildered Salvation Army man, and the collection that was made for him? Wellington once again, more hakas on the wharf—and Easter was a memory.

No record of the Tournament would be complete without a note of our gratitude to Professor and Mrs. Murphy, who were the kindest of chapcrones and took the greatest interest in the doings of the team.