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SMAD. An Organ of Student Opinion. 1931. Volume 2. Number 4.

Haeremai Club Dance

Haeremai Club Dance

"He who likes glass without the G, Take away the L and that is he."

—Solomon, after his 1000th wedding.

The gym was crowded when the Haeremai and Basketball Clubs combined to hold the sole fancy dress dance of the year. The orchestra rose to the occasion by appearing as the Seven Jolly Robbers, or something equally dashing. The Basketballers are to be complimented on their delicious supper, which was a feature of the evening. Various novelty dances were on the programme and we have grave tears that sonic of the sheiks caused flutterings in the breasts of the many houris during the Disappointment Dance.

The dresses were weird and wonderful, and the committee, after long discussion, awarded the following prizes: Best girl. G. E. Faber (houri); most

original girl, M. Wise (——); most original man, R. J. Reardon (10 Per Cent. Cut); best man's dress, Mr. Corcoran (Lord Baden Powell).

P. Brodie, as a Son of the Desert, was evidently taken with Mr. Wu's daughter. The Two Black Crows (Messrs. Mullins and Bell) had obviously spent much care on their get up and looked as if they would need much more care and cold cream to get it off. S. Rees was with the same girl as last year, who looked as graceful as ever. The Uniform Brigade was as well represented as usual, Messrs. Hannah and Sykes being typical examples. Misses Cook and D. Spence-Sales were very Russian, but were not together all the evening. Mr. Fabian as a gentleman of the cloth garnered the Queen of Hearts as one of his flock. Mr. Whitcombe as a Boy Scout should have been with the Girl Guide (C. A. Highet), but evidently preferred a country maid. Miss I. Clark was a charming Pompadour in strange contrast to Miss V. Wilson's up-to-date tennis costume.

Denz, as a squaw, was too well disguised for certain gentlemen. Mr. East's speech reminded us of Mr. Hurley's at the recent S.C.M. hop—perhaps because he was forced to substitute his intended skeleton costume for that of a Salvation Army lassie. Miss C. Drummond was her usual charming self as a Swiss dairy-maid.