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SMAD. An Organ of Student Opinion. 1932. Volume 3. Number 3.

Undergraduates' Supper

Undergraduates' Supper.

For some peculiar reason the Undergrads' Sup per is usually the most successful function of Capping. Extravs may vary between sensational success and the merely boring ami Capping Balls may l>t enjoyable or merely uneventful, but the Under graduates' Supper continues on its triumphant way Why this should be so is a mystery, for consider the programme—speeches, sundry items, a little dancing perhaps, and only incidentally something to eat. Whatever the reason, this year's Undergrads' Supper was even more enjoyable than its predecessors. Without exception all the speeches were much better than usual. There was a really friendly atmosphere about the whole show which helped the speakers, but in any case Messrs Arndt and P. J. Smith certainly surprised us. P. J. spoke with moving sincerity when proposing the toast of Absent Friends, and it was evident from the manner in which the chorus of the same name was sung that the right atmosphere had been created. Joey Mountjoy surprised us with an evidently intimate knowledge of his subject, "The Ladies." The speeches of Professors Gould and Cornish and of our President certainly made us realise that the life of an executive person is not a happy one, for, as Mr. von. Zedlitz pointed out, such a person must be an all-rounder. Interspersed with the flow of oratory were two excellent songs by Newton Goodson. a monologue by the indefatigable Mountjoy, and two items by Redmond Phillips. It must be admitted that "Do Something Stark" caused consternation in the camp of the Christians, but it was certainly the hit of the evening. Helen Dunn's neat reply to the toast of the Ladies closed the more important part of the evening, and the party then adjourned to Phyllis Bates's studio and an off-colour panatrope. However, even under this handicap the mad whirl continued until the last reveller wended his reluctant steps homeward via the Terrace or Wadestown or wherever She lived.