Weir House Meeting

On Sunday week last, a meeting of Weir House was held before the usual apathetic crowed of residents.

The first matter dealt with was the strange case of the house magazine, during the hearing of whhich enough aspersions were cast to found a very pretty libel action. After the smoke had blown away, Mr. Te Punga asked permission to use the basement during the annual dance. He was referred to a highter authority. After assorted squabbling of such subjects as coffee jugs, the connection between the house president and Miss Mae West, the telephone and the unusual amouth of hot water used by the residents in their search for clealiness, the meeting proceeded to the next high light—a speech by Mr. Simpson, as head of Games Committee. By a well-judged mixture of bluff and bush-beating, all vital questions were shelved—for the time being.