Harriers.

The harrier club is a glorious exception to the statements made at the beginning of these notes about moribund clubs. Its large membership gathered Saturday after Saturday scantily clad to dash madly over the hills "through bush, through briar," in mud, muck and misery interspersed with a little sunshine. After these profitless excursions they would return to their base to don respectable clothes which convention requires must be done before engulfing some tons of carbohydrates made soggy by tea. This enthusiasm was general throughout the harrier movement in Wellington, and a women's club was even formed, though which came first—the enthusiasm or the women—is hard to say. No doubt the women are training keenly for next leap year.

The club was successful, through first-class team work, in recapturing the Dixon Trophy from O.U. by a very narrow margin.

The club championship was won by Ian McDowell with Giff. Rowberry runner-up. Others to run well were Doug. Olson, who performed splendidly for a newcomer to the sport, and Peter de la Mare, the club captain.