Dunedin at last—the usual welcome, except they forgot the fire hoses this time. In the evening a dance and Press Council's first meeting.

Later N.Z.U.S.A. had a party at which a budding rifleman used the ceiling as a target—with no drastic results. At 1.30 a.m. it was moved at Press Council "That we do adjourn to a flat, unknown"—it was recorded as "until 10.30 a.m." The parties finished sometime after daylight on Sunday.

One thing was apparent at the Tournament—the need for a vehicle for use of the Senior Delegate to Sports Union, He must be at all the places at once, trying to sort out the many and various difficulties of the team. Exec could give consideration to paying, say, the basic hire of a rental vehicle.

Sunday dawned with some Catholics attending Mass at 9 a.m. and various others staggering home or to meetings. Press Council officially started at 10.30 but did not get under way properly until the afternoon.

To U.S.A.?

N.Z.U.S.A. discussed (in five minutes) a remit from O.U. that N.Z.U.S.A. abandon the proposed debating tour of U.S.A. David Davy for Victoria, pointed out that there was no tour proposed by N.Z.U.S.A. and that the proposed tour was by Victoria and therefore an internal matter for Vic. After a little further discussion O.U. withdrew the remit. This, as reported elsewhere, was by no means the end of this matter.

The official welcome on Sunday afternoon was, as usual, poorly attended. The evening saw the end of most meetings and "The Worms Eye View" on the screen.

A member of press council had an urgent appointment about 8.30 on Sunday night—he was later seen at the pictures—perhaps it was just as well as his pet subject was being thrashed out at the meeting. The film was preceded by the Tournament Church Service for those who managed to rise in time.

Parties again on Sunday night Monday morning and then the sport started (for some). The chaps and girls went down at basketball on Monday morning and who were losing the shooting?

Debating

Sometime on Monday evening Vic. was shown how a debate should be conducted!—interjections are heckling—so the Otago people think—let them loose on us again!

Lincoln deservedly won the Joynt Scroll and Vic. were unplaced. A group of those who were still in a fit condish . . . and not party going went on a conducted tour of the "Otago Daily Times" in the early hours of Tuesday morning.

Tourism

All that rot about our tourist trade—they say that overseas visitors like to be able to ring for service at any hour. We discovered that by ringing the bell of one hostelry we could get grog at any hour.

At any hour?

Hangovers?

Badminton. Tuesday morning saw two Otago girls obviously suffering from hangovers and a Vic. girl keeping one eye shut, to keep things in focus. Some Auckland boys with a rental found the best passport to parties was not grog but seven of the Aussie Hockey girls they brought with them.

At lunch time the shooters were within striking distance of Canty but did not quite make it.

Success!

In the afternoon the Vic. harriers surprised everyone, including themselves, by finishing second to Canty in the teams race and taking the Shackleford Cup for North Island teams. This, being the youngest harrier team sent from Vic., bodes well for the future.

Otago organisation was shown in a good light when the arrangements for the Harriers bus fell down for the return trip, a truck was found quickly and so back to varsity in style—20-odd in the back of a 15cwt. truck—a la telephone booths.

Food

The Menu for the Harrier dinner in the evening included:—

Soup: Lagoon Brew.

Fish: Spiked Sole, Backside Skate.

Vegetables: Has Beans, Lettuce Spray.

Sweets: Lost Whey, Ocean Spew.

Savouries: Swamp frogs, Devils on horseback and Toilet rolls.

Howzat!

And there was the rifleman who decided a big advertising balloon would make excellent target practice. The police are, we believe, still enquiring into the way the balloon slowly drifted groundward. The theory was some local had a shot from the hills—the taxi drivers seemed to know a lot more than they cared to reveal and of course so did some students.

Injuries

By Wednesday most seemed to be suffering the ill effects of parties, etc. Vic. was not over represented in any of the N.Z.U. teams, but seemed to have one or two in most of them. The soccer boys defaulted with four chaps on the injured list—some felt it would have been better to play with ring-ins, but there are always the experts on the outside.

Vic. split the fencing shield with Canterbury (the first time Vic. have not won it outright since 1953).

Of course we won the wooden spoon—despite valiant efforts by Auckland to take it further north.

In the afternoon N.Z.U. went down to Otago in women's hockey and in the evening the N.Z.U. teams in other sports did not fare too well against the locals.

Critic-Ize?

And then there was the girl on Critic Staff who went to the Press Council Dinner with a male member of the Critic staff, but left and spent most of the rest of the evening with a visiting newspaper chap.

They claim that they had known each other for years and that it was merely because they were the only two who wanted to go to the badminton. But we hear that she got home shortly after 5 a.m. ... ! ! !

Not the Sports Editor?—Ed.

Dunedin on Thursday morning (i.e. 1 a.m.—6 a.m.) was alive with students returning from parties or being escorted from parties—who was the girl from up north who sampled unlabelled homebrew—with drastic results—this being a potent syrup like wine?

No Drinkers?

The city did not come alive again until the afternoon when the Aussie women beat N.Z.U. in a close and exciting hockey game. In the meantime Vic. was losing the drinking horn.

Are we slipping?

There were only six Vic. bods in the bar for the event hence they were the team—Lincoln triumphed—one of their competitors being just out of hospital after an accident on the way to Dunedin.

I almost forgot the billeting—who were the three boys who were billeted in the same house as 16 girls?

No Publicity

The Ball was of course on Thursday night—the usual mad rush in the last couple of hours at the O.U.S.A. marriage bureau trying to jack up partners. One sweet young thing who didn't seem to realize that nobody takes any notice of whom you go with, came up to me and said "Don't mention in Salient that I was here."—The power of the Press!

Trophies were as usual presented at the ball. The only member of the Vic. harrier team there was the bloke who finished forty-sixth out of forty-six—there were plenty of hoots when he was presented with the Cup for the Vic. team.

As the ball progressed two policemen arrived and had their names and helmets taken by two of the girls and were then dragged on for a dance.

The Ball finished at 2 a.m., but there were two girls in ball frocks on the platform to see the train off at half past ten. The trip back was fairly quiet and as on the way down it was a Vic. boy who was first into the Club in Timaru. (Where was he at "drinking horn" time?).

As usual some of the West Indians from Massey provided the classic remarks on the train. To a recumbent figure "What did you do last night—, your sins are telling on you" and during a pillow fight "Peace be Mill upon earth."

It was a happy but tired herd that wended its way slowly off the boat in Wellington—all had apparently one aim—to be at Easter Tournament next year in Wellington.

—Sports Editor.