Boxing.

This item of the itinerary took place at His Majesty's Theatre, the various hakas, with one outstanding and regrettable exception, showing to great effect in the Dress Circle. Although our haka failed to amuse isolated Victorians and the women of the team, it provided for the personnel of the other Colleges perhaps one of the brightest interludes of the evening. It started raggedly, yammered, got out of step, faltered, blushed, trailed off miserably, and sat down. The sight of our President, Mr. Rollings, and of our Mr. Mountjoy, executing totally incorrect gestures, and using wrong accents in the front row of the Dress Circle, was sufficient to turn us all grey. Everyone else laughed heartily.

An Otago undergraduate amused us all wandering disconsolately for some time along the rows of seats peering into every face, asking in vain for "Eve." He had apparently missed Eve, or else Eve had missed him, but harboured the impression that she was playing hide and seek with him in the Circle.

"Where is Eve?" he asked, selecting his words very carefully. "I cannot find Eve anywhere. Has no one seen Eve anywhere to-night? I am sure I saw her over here."

"She's been dead for years," said Reg. Larkin. "Come and sit down."

"You can't kid me," said the lad, violently, some time later "I saw her over here." He set out on another pilgrimage.

It may have been a coincidence, but at that moment someone with that name, someone who had been sitting immediately behind him for some time, hurriedly left the theatre.

A wild young student from Manaia, sitting on the stage at the ringside, Joe Christie provided an opportunity for much gentle banter during the evening.

"We see you, Joe!" called his friends in unison. Joe steadied himself, and manfully attempted a bow, page 11 doing a few odd movements of a haka for luck before sinking back.

"I bet you can't see us. Joe!" called someone with sudden intuition.