Wot! No Sleep!

The master muller made a very pleasant speech, and troops moved in on the mull. The effect of this was electric, and the barn dance commenced almost immediately, as Harry Scott gave out with some very solid hep on the hot liquorice stick. Three members at this stage tore off their garments and rushed down to the river. The party lined up to watch them swim the icy torrent, and having found nothing but fog on the opposite side, swim back. Background noise was mounting. Later the concensus of opinion was that there had been five minutes' silence during the night.

Morning dawned as usual, the fur was brushed away, the parrots' cages rinsed out, and everyone agreed it was a huge success. A small fast party pressed off to Dobson's, the Old Digs went back to the sack, and Harry Evison got off to a flying start again in the open air.

The Tramping Club is Co be congratulated on this Reunion, which was highly appreciated by all servicemen and trampers. Troops have asked the writer to express a vote of appreciation and thanks for Unqualify of the comforts supplied.

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Erratum.—We apologise for an error in the editorial of last issue. The "Wagner-Conelly" legislation should have read "Wagner-Connorry."