Mystery of Flogged Flagon

More amusing incidents involved the altercation over the flogged flagon on Friday night, the intrepid bathing beauty team who braved the icy waters of the Otaki river, the Bacchite-dancing of Ros and Ian on the moonlit lawn, the inevitable Con O'Leary demonstrations, the bearded baby beatniks who were shaping up well, Fludie (need one be more explicit), the juvenile morons who climbed trees and swang on swings and attempted to twist, the persistent jazz and bridge fans who weren't to be distracted from their innocent past-times, the abortive altar-sacrifice (due to lack of enthusiasm from prospective "voluntary" victims), the other Ian's Wayne-Schuster exhibition in Hut 5, the steady pilfering, bribing for, inveigling or otherwise acquiring of apples and toast and chocolate biscuits from the kitchen—all these contributed to make Little Congress No. 3 a most memorable weekend intellectually, socially, physically (and spiritually?).—C.B.