Harriers

Harriering, by way of apology, is a gentle and easy sport free from such distressing matters as compiling competitive and exclusive teams for each week's performance. In fact, it is not clear how the club will take its vice-president's suggestion for a little physical training, although he hopes that the hockey club's lures will be sufficient to turn us out in the Gym. in great numbers on Thursdays.

As to weather, we worry not, and on Saturday, July 9, when bedraggled rubbers, hock-ears and sock-ears sought shelter from heavenly effluvium, less timid hurr-ears doffed clothing and gadded around the Thorndon countryside much to the amazement of the local bystander. And what's more, enjoyed their run with Olympic, if reports are to be believed. The only thing that harriers really object to is running to catch trams, buses and trains. A dignified progression is that in which numbers participate semi-nakedly and purposelessly. Running to get somewhere is too much like work. Harrier runs partake more of a social gathering combined with mild mortification of the flesh and sight-seeing.

But we do have a few bad moments too, such as encounters with stray trouser-removing barbed wire and cliffs and banks down which people are occasionally unlucky enough to fall. One such accident befell a club stalwart on Saturday, July 1. Society recompensed him by a free ride to town in the back of a St. John's Brigade van and we, by selecting him selector of the team to represent V.U.C. at the hoped-for United Tournament in August.