On Tuesday, May 3, that climax of Tournament, the Drinking Horn, was run off at Barrett's Motel. Confounding backers, Victoria's ensemble of the leary, the beery and the bleary was dismally defeated by a hard-bitten crew of rubber-stomached meds. Highlight was the superb sprint which captured the NZU blue for Ratu Mara of OU.

Originally scheduled for 2-30 p.m. in the basement bar of the Grand, the contest was finally transferred to Barrett's, better equipped to accomodate teams and spectators. The inner precincts of the bar were invaded by delegates and the surprised custodians pressed into service as umpires. Knots of bohemianised students milled about a series of heats, scratch teams practised and trade flourished mightily. At 3-30 the final began. Six drinkers each of VUC and OU stood to the bar, hands on the counter, glasses full. A deathlike hush; the word! In a variety of styles, sucked, poured, gulped or thrown, the ale was lowered into twelve distended stomachs. A mighty roar of mingled triumph and rage was loosened into the echoing vault of Lambton Quay. Shoppers in Whit-combe's leapt with apprehension and hurried nervously home. OU had won!

A few moments pause; glasses were filled for the blues contest. Later awarded a VUC blue for their efforts. Hartley and Waschsner gave of their best, the sots, but the whole motley crew was outclassed by the gargantuan gulps of Otago's alchoholic acolyte, Ratu Mara, who lowered his twelve ounces in the legendary time of two and one fifth seconds. Mr. Mara, a man of temperate habits, prefers Speights, but forces lesser and paler ales past his unwilling lips when circumstances demand. He blames the degeneracy of modern youth on unnatural affections for synthetic gins and advocates a heartier pursuit of the plebian beer. His athletic prowess lends weight to these arguments.