Ruapeha Weekend

Probably the last working party ever went to the V.U.C. Ski Club hut on Ruapehu on the weekend 18-19 May. Alas, Dr. Danilow, always a parly aset, was unable to come.

Special mention goes to: Doc Close (Hut Supervison) whose poetry-reading to the girls kept the boys busy carrying timber. Sylvia Swan, for romantic comedy entertainment. Lief Dearsley, whose flash-shots on the truck on route may develop sensationally. Marge Manley, who produced an incredibly poor stew from the best stewing steak. Bryce Evans, Keith Nicholson, Murray Selig, and Co. for somr carpentry in difficult conditions. Ted Petrie and Keith, whose attempts to desegregate the sexes was a giant failure.

It was an enjoyable weekend, despite snow and wind, and the consequent difficulty of work. We appreciated the Aorangi Hut with its creature comforts.

Timber, a stove, a water-tank, tinkery, and cutlery from Jim Larsen's kitchen were carried up to the V.U.C. Hut. The merry men built bunks and table-tops. (Lillian Fisk held the timber in place—by sitting on it—is this vice?

The rubbish hole (known as the Petrie Pit) sank further into the mountain.

When linings are installed, the hut will be quite usable. The Queen's Birthday weekend party may get some good skiing, [Anyone with available transport, please ring Petrie, 61- 382.]