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SMAD. An Organ of Student Opinion. 1936. Volume 7. Number 6.

Views of a Visitor — Ourselves In Other Eyes

Views of a Visitor

Ourselves In Other Eyes

Amid the tired but cheery crowds gathered at the Perry Wharf the other evening, "Smad" was engaged in intelligence work All during the feverish days of the Tournament, characterised and they were by an almost incredible camaraderie, the thought had been occurring that Victoris' Tournament was proving a success. Just a private thought it was. Carefully kept from alien eyes in case inspection should wither it.

And now at the last moment "Smad" was making an effort to find out what impressions the visitors might be taking away with them.

Student after student had declined any comment beyond a full some "Marvellous!" and we were in despari. The minutes [unclear: spec] away. Soon it would be too late.

And then a pale drawn ghost moved past. A dark lean [unclear: spectro] whose wan countenance bespoke the feted guest.

"Thomson!" Above the din the figure heard and turned.

"Tell us, Thomson, before you go, what you've thought of Tourney."

A gleam came into the dulles eyes. The thing came here," it said. "Probably in the previous incarnation but I would like to go on and on and on. know that by leaving Wellington am increasing my expectation of life but if life could be as friendly as full of stalwarts and graceful women as it has been this past few days, or is it years, then one could cheerfully look forward to shorter span.

"I have been amazed. The hospitality has made even [unclear: Otagoa] open their eyes." WE purred "From 7.30 on Friday morning when I had my first glass of refreshment until I was put to bed last night, I have been in a seventh heaven. And the ladies. the attentions to which we visitors have been subjected would have unnerved Cellini, and since I am [unclear: an] mere Dunedinite, I succumbed hourly. Indeed, Otago people generally canspeak appreciatively on this aspect. Ask Oliver Champman. The arrangements too, were tip-top. I can't remember a single thing which wasn't just so. Even the weather seemed to have been perfectly managed by Dick Wild and his Committee,"

We thanked him, elation in our hearts and watched him go wearily aboard. In a few moments the boat began to move off. And as it drew slowly away we saw a lean figure gesture from the deck. Shrilly to our ears a sound came.

And in answer we shouted, "Banzai" with all the rest.

Except for the hang-over, Tournament had finished.