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Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol 4, No. 6. June 18, 1941

Kime, and Reach the Upper Class !

Kime, and Reach the Upper Class !

It seems that to Victoria goes the honour of sending the first skiing party into the Tararuas this season. An harassed Alec McLeod led a party of thirteen past a very tempting Field Hut to a very cold Kime. The snow was good, but not quite thick enough for successful skiing, as patches of tussock interrupted the runs. Unfortunately the superb view was blotted out by Hector's usual covering of thick mist.

Kime loomed dimly ahead at dusk on Saturday—very welcome. The evening was spent in eating an incredible amount of mixed food and playing poker for enormous sums—Henry Lang revealing himself at last in his true light—a reckless gamblin' man.

(All that food no doubt accounted for the curious psychological dreams which one or two members of the party had—notably J - hn McC - - ry and D-n-s H--tl-y.)

The hardier spirits decided to climb Hector on Sunday morning—leaving a shivering crew at the Hut—but some fell by the wayside heavily. We skied in a small basin under Henry's excellent guidance, and learnt the rudiments of the sport—chiefly how easy it is to fall. One of the most elevating spectacles was that of J-hn McCr--ry beating the snow impotently with his fists (after the fourth collapse) and using awful words that I oughtn't mention.

Thank God for Cod.

We put away an enormous satisfying, unscientific meal at midday—one could feel the proteins and carbohydrates and things fighting inside. P-t-r M-rr-s had a plate which was used as a dustbin, and J-hn McCr - - ry had a cod which was used for practically everything—what didn't taste of kerosene tasted of cod. The Hut looked like my idea of hell afterwards.

One interesting feature of the trip was that the partly left the Hut almost on time, and arrived at the truck without getting lost. We did quite a quick trip out.

Incidentally, the party was strictly stag. This, I think, is very wrong. The tramp was by no means difficult, not at all beyond the powers of some of our women, who, if nothing else, might have exercised a restraining influence. We have easy tramps for people who haven't been out before, and women who have free week-ends could well come out with us. Also, anyone who contemplates Chateauing this year should be out on such a trip as this to get the "feel" of the snow.

Whui.