We understand that the above Society held a meeting. This is a most important thing to do. The Society is to be highly commended.

The balance sheet provided some exciting reading, mainly about suppers, and the breakage of one oar—the object of the Society has ever been to catch crabs. Next came the election of officers for the year.

Mr. Currie was nominated as president by "Smad," but as no one seconded the nomination, he informed the chair that there would be no necessity for him to decline. Some enthusiast, in the stress of the moment, said "I second that," but luckily Mr. Currie informed the chair that he still declined.

Mr. King's Little Fluter.

There was one vacancy for vice-president, as Mr. L. C. King could not continue to hold office. Mr. Palmer, the society's efficient chairman, intimated in a most confidential tone that Mr. King had to leave New Zealand—Honi soit qul mal y pense.

Again, Mr. Currie.

Mr. Currie was nominated as a committee-man and a few minutes later, alarmed by the number of nominations, moved that nominations be closed. However, by this means, or by plural voting, he was elected. Immediately, enthusiastic and exuberant, he endeavoured to re-organise the society. He stated that the aims of the society should not be to collect specimens only, but to help the members to enjoy themselves. He intimated that if fifty or sixty members went on the numerous expeditions, some twenty could collect specimens, while the others could—well! he did not exactly specify, but it seems that they were to have a jolly good time.

It was immediately moved that Mr. Currie be appointed advertising manager and social secretary to the society, but the motion was lost, thereby allowing some of the older and more serious members to resume their composure. N.B.—Supper was served.

"The Dog in the Manger."

It was further divulged that the Hostel had a dog. The dog is suffering from an unknown ailment.

For those who are bashful, but have a kink, we suggest that this opportunity should be taken and that they should call before the ailment is cured. Step on it, lads!

"True things are seldom pleasant, pleasant things are seldom true."—Stout, C.J., per Prof Murphy.