The Light Fantastic

Gentle jollity was the motif of the year's second tea dance, with respectability again triumphant, though not in quite such a depressing form as [unclear: previously.] With perhaps one or two exceptions all present had clearly spent the afternoon in an exemplary manner, and many a stately waltz was waltzed and [unclear: foxtrot] trotted during the two hours and more the dance lasted. Boys and girls were to be seen talking to each other quite freely, which in the first place was an improvement on the previous ten dance, and in the second place showed how the artificial barriers of convention can be broken down by the blessings of higher education. It also showed that a common common room would be neither a [unclear: tower] of inhibited silence nor a dive of doubtful repute.

The number present comfortably filled the women's common room, and was comfortably filled in the caf. during the interval. Considering everything, the dance smacked more of a well-managed drawing room than a Broadway hot spot, but it was fun for all that. Such evenings would draw dancers if held every fortnight, and it's a pity that dances after plays and debates and so on are not so well supported. It's worth a try, you who haven't been along to a tea dance. Remember, boys, 'Varsity girls have other accomplishments than crouching behind piles of books in the library: and remember, girls, there are still some New Zealand boys about.

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Tea Dance

Saturday, 4th July

5—7.30 p m.

Proceeds Student [unclear: Parcels]

ADMISSION [unclear: 1]

"Usually whenever I'm on tour I manage to potter about London for a bit. London is good ... have met numbers of theatrical people and been backstage in plenty of [unclear: theatres.] Life, she is very good..."

—[unclear: Capt. Wright.]

W. N. Watson, formerly artist for the magazine, has been [unclear: bending] the back over his draughting board in the Libyan Desert ever since he arrived in that hallowed spot. He [unclear: is] in the Railway Construction Company, and has a small draughting office some-where in Egypt which is a combination of sleeping quartets and draughting office. As to his health, he is as right as rain, although his whereabouts in the present state of affairs is a source of worry to us all.

I went and saw Don. Robertson. He is much better now, and it won't by long before he is up and about again. He gave me some ginger nuts which he had received in one of the V.U.C. parcels. Durie Maysmor made them, and they weren't bad either.—Pte. A. R. Anderson.

Sir,—Re the Secretary's letter in your last issue—rum and raspberries (on the house!).

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