Gossip

Do you suppose a certain Wellington columnist liked the people who, singing the National Anthem, dogged his footsteps at Capping Ball?

It seems a sad thing, but Mr. Bullock and Mr. O'Flynn seem to enjoy being photographed in a state of intoxication.

For a couple of days Brookie was besieged by gentlemen anxious to learn the identity of the girls who advertised for partners for the Ball. He kept his counsel—but they saw you, Mr. Bliss.

So—Norman Morrison and Syd Agar are about to bare those rugged knees to an astonished world.

Have you heard about Sandy's scone? Which was a currant bun— Messrs. A. Collin, Powell, and Scotney have now qualified as elks.

Indoor pastime at the Brown House: Do several prominent girls round Varsity know Just how narrowly they escaped being, drawn in the great ballot as a Capping Ball partner for one of the inmates?

There is a fine collection of beer bottle caps at the top of the hill leading into the Tauherenikau Valley. Many? Very many. Placed there by whom? By Mr. Scotney. Why? Because he thought that was where folks felt thirstiest. There is no denying that this is not the behavior of a true friend of humanity.

Do you know why Mr. Saker's favorite song is "Johnny's so long at the fair?"

There is no truth in the rumour that Miss June Cummins intends to establish a Guinea Club at the University for the fostering of the playing of Dominoes.

K.K.