Police Called.

Ada St.: Always a good standby for a party when all else failed. This flat of five [with six extra billets] lasted the season, although the exhausted neighbours called the police about 5 a.m. on the last night [they arrived most apologetically in the middle of the 35th chorus of "Matilda"]. Main functions held here included a N.Z. U.S.A. party on Saturday, a drama [Arts Festival 1 party, a Con O'Leary exhibition [another Bill Dwyer forsooth!] and a memorable flakers party—thirty odd on one double innerspring mattress on the sitting-room floor in front of the fire amid dozens of cushions, rugs, sleeping-bags, pillows. etc.—the whole mess being regularly disrupted by pillow fights and heated intellectual discussions.