Tramping Club

It has been said that the week-end trips this term have smacked too much of the picnic degree of strenuousness. Many of us feel very sorry for those restless spirits who are not content to take things easy at times; but we trust we will provide something better in future.

The trip of the term was undoubtedly the winter Tararua trip. The weather was beautiful, with not a cloud marring the tops. Of the two parties arranged, neither reached the Alpha Hut as intended, and one Incidentally made some interesting discoveries—that "Hell's Gates," contrary to expectations, is decidedly cold, and also that the air turns blue at times. The crossing was marked by a tendency to leave personal property for those who might come after. We have also found a tramper whose conscience forces him to shave every day.

At last the Tapokopoko trip has eventuated, and now two 'Varsity parties have been over, and find it an excellent trip, with plenty of piss and page 59 goats. The two waterfalls are well worth visiting, and make one feel like camping for two or three days beside them.

Many of the trips (week-ends) have been poorly attended by new members. Are the men fools that they do not recognise their good fortune, or are they swatting for exams.? The Maymorn, Otorongu, and Pipinui Point trips were all of this nature.

Rumour hath it that one member dresses for dinner when out tramping.

This term the Club has suffered from the loss of its Secretary, Mr. H. L. Richardson. He was officially farewelled at a small social given him by the Club, when he was presented with a very handsome suitcase. The evening was a great success, and everybody enjoyed themselves, with dancing, competitions, and pleasant reminiscences. Talking of the latter, Prof. in a very apt speech, brought many to light which showed what a wonderful guide, friend, comforter, and fellow-tramper we were losing. No more will we be able to sample Lorrie's billy-tea, but others are practising the art and will soon have it to perfection, we hope.