What is the Foottall Club Doing?

There is a menace in our midst, a snake in our bosom! I shall expose it. On a recent .Saturday ofternoon, when the 'Varsity Fourth Grade football team was travelling to Lower Hutt, we had to share the bus with "another team." As you know, we are all young and impressionable, but did the "other team" set us a good example? Most decidedly not.

On the way out they polluted our lungs with that nauseous bacchanalian excrescence called smoke; but on the way in—well, I blush to think of their orgies. Two of them had been drinking, and they started singing songs. As you know, there are songs and songs, but these were songs!! Try as I could to understand them, I was unable to make out more than a few obvious biological inaccuracies; yet they sang with a youthful vigour in marked contrast with the more pensive rendering of "Gaudeamus" and other songs in the Town Hall at Capping time. Perhaps as they sang "Gaudeamus" their mind ran thus: "May be it is the same moon shining on us to-night that shone on Caesar and Cleopatra 2000 years ago. as they walked on the African shore and warbled this soulful ditty." And they forgot to sing.

But they did not forget to sing when they were in the bus, though they did forget what they were singing and who they were singing to. Surely it is the duty of the Football Club Committee to take this matter up and preserve our morals.