Sport

Tournament is now a fortnight past. The excessive demands made upon the time, energy, and stomachs of "Salient" staff over Easter, coupled with the importunate threats showered on any rehearsal absentees by our Extrav. producer ever since, forced a hasty retreat to a more tenable publication date than last Wednesday and we feel that to all but the purblind, halt and insane, the winners of tournament must now be known and their triumph acceded. We shall confine ourselves, therefore, to a summary of results and brief reports of the more informal highlights, and with our usual scholarly restraint refrain from laying bare the degrading stories of corrupt judges, heavy-handed handicapping, brutal intimidation, etc., which alone would bring understanding to our defeat. We merely point out that, being hosts, etiquette demanded that we lose; moreover, there being no virtue in mediocrity we lost graciously and heavily.

The ingratiating friendliness with which publicans now greet VUC youth is ample evidence of Wellington's hospitality. If more is required, let it be known that seventeen persons missed boats and trains after the close of festivities. Thus there is no need (and indeed, little evidence) of that hanging of heads and gnashing of teeth usually associated with the return of the Spoon. In fact, it was a good Tournament; we liked it, we liked the people we met, and we are not ashamed.