Peggy Price and Her Ballet, for the excellent work done in this year's Extrav. Carry on the good work, girls.

Carl Watson, for his Revue programme. That is the right idea, Carl.

The Basketball Team, for breaking Auckland's run of victories. Now, hang on to that Shield, Victoria.

Merv. Pearce, for his original tunes in "Mr. Galahad.' We're still whistling them, Merv.

F. H. Stephenson, tor winning both sprints in the Tournament—one in record time against a slight breeze.

R. E. Diederich, J. Edwards, and J. Wells, for making the New Zealand University Test team against the Australians

The Tournament Women's Tennis Doubles Reps., for cleaning the field between them.

Ralph Hogg. Don Priestley, Joe Mountjoy, for hard, thankless work and excellent results in producing the Extrav.

P. J. G. Smith and Redmond Phillips, the authors of the 1933 Revue. "For they are——."

The Graduates of 1933, as the latest "old buffers to be through."

With a Moral?

It came to me suddenly that the girl was great. Well, "Great" was hardly the word. She was, well, let us say, "marvellous." It was a funny thing, but at 'Varsity dances one always managed to see a really wonderful girl, whilst at 'Varsity itself, they seemed to keep well out of sight. I sighed. She probably had a partner, so why try? I pondered over the unfairness of things for a while, and as still no partner appeared I plucked up courage and did the trick. I danced with her.

Achievement!

Well, all the good opinions I had formed about the girl were true—she was charming. Gee, this Fancy Press Dance was great.

"But why aren't you in Fancy Dress?" I asked, admiring her flimsy evening gown.

"I am," was her indignant reply.

Heard at the Undergrads' Supper.

She was only a tram-conductor's daughter, but she knew when to stop.

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Hallucinations of a Fresher.

He thought he saw the Common Room,
All swept up nice and clean,
He looked again and found it was
A penny slot machine.
"Why this is really strange," he said
"At first it looked quite green."

He thought he saw an undergrad
Impeccably sedate,
He looked again and found it was
Professor "X's" pate.
"Now I begin to see," he said,
"The irony of Fate."

He thought he saw the S.C.M.
In business saving souls,
He looked again and found it was
Some tuna fish in shoals.
"I'm sure our team will win," he said,
"We've scored so many goals."

He thought he saw his lecturer
A-flying to the moon,
He laughed so loud he hurt his throat—
But he had laughed too soon.
For they had hired a substitute
To stay until next June.

This Month's Fairy Tale

And there came a time in the History of Victoria College when everything was arranged for a perfect Capping Ceremony.

It was to be held in the Student Union Hall, the finest in the Southern Hemisphere, some said the finest in the World, the noble grandeur of which struck awe into the most irreverend of hearts; the speaker was the finest in the land; thousands had listened spellbound to the wonder of his oratory; the students were at the same time witty, sparkling, noisy, and yet orderly; the professors were benevolent, yet dignified.

But, alas, There were no Graduates.

Epitaph on a 'Varsity Forward.

Wrap me up in my 'Varsity blazer.
And bury me six feet below,
Where those blanky hard forwards won't get me
And the broken-down hookers all go.