Salient: Victoria University Students' Paper. Vol. 27, No. 3. 1964.
Around The Campus
Around The Campus
Well, well, well; what a party. We surveyed the mess next morning through bloodshot eyes and slowly with elephantine tread started clearing up. It was not until the afternoon though that we noticed the things missing; a pop-up toaster, a Ronson lighter, a gold plated cigarette case and to cap it all someone had flogged two dozen eggs and our Sunday joint from the fridge.
It was, I am afraid, the last open party we shall be having; we certainly have no desire to play Santa Claus to pricks who do that sort of thing to you. It was a shame because the party was mighty, even though some jokers who seemed uncertain whether they were Arthur or Martha turned up uninvited and put on a show which nauseated everyone except themselves. So much for the party and its concomitant disillusionment; put it down to experience.
A gentleman well noted for prowess in certain fields is at present working on a book entitled "How to win at Vatican roulette." He seems to have succeeded so far at any rate so he may have something. One never knows with these things. Ran into Sandy Chadwick the other day at a party (in fact, I think it was ours). Seems she is working for the N.Z.B.C. making scenery for radio plays.
Went to the Weir House AGM last night and was quite suprised; Tony Haas suggested that the place be thrown open to the public during the university festival to show those old ladies that there are not any naked women in the showers, Tony seems ever doomed to the championing of forlorn causes. Of course, inevitably, there was a raid by an unknown girls' hostel which came unstuck, as all raids by girls' hostels seem to come unstuck; I think they get a greater kick out of getting caught than they do from raiding.
You know I get the feeling, whenever I go into the cafe these days that I don't belong; compared with last year I hardly see the place. Just a huge crowd of people in beatle haircuts, great rows of Kafka like faces solving name a horse competitions and copying Maths I assignments.
Some Vic A girls called in on us on Sunday night and what a wild mob they were. They played cricket in our living room with a gay indifference to the furniture and windows and one lass who had flaked the night before was roaring around clouting people with a broom handle. Another put on her usual and inevitable show for everyone which includes among other things a hair raising dance which I hear has at last been imitated at Vic A.
Rumour has it that the Wairarapa Times Age is planning a take over bid for the Daily Mirror; British troops are being recalled from Cyprus and the women and donkeys of Aden are being mobilised to meet this latest threat to Britain's sovereignly. "I served tea for the officers in the Boer war" (Signed) by "British and proud of it" appear in the Dominion, and the league of Empire loyalists seals off the Rimutaka tunnel while Wellington is overrun by a swarm of O.B.E.'s.
George Ellis informs me he is off back to the Cook Islands one of these days to be Minister of Railways and snow control. Says he is fed up with the trains running late and that the ski champs this year were a total washout; the last time I saw George he was trudging along the heights of Mornington, muttering softly to himself.
Just what do people on Exec think they are doing? Someone wanted to give £12 of our money to that blasted Poetry Year Book which as far as I'm concerned can go and get ... I quite like poetry, but quite frankly I have seen much stuff on the interior of the Taj Mahal, and you must admit that the latter is written with earnest sincerity if not correct spellings. Talking of the Taj, I must say how pleased I was to it granted a reprieve. A lot of people have given of their best to the Taj and I don't think it should he done away with lightly. It should he made a memorial to the avante garde of the avant garde.
The other day, I met a girl who said she knew me; this in itself was not strange even though she came from Waipawa which she cannot help. The trouble was she left without telling us who she was and to this day I don't know; I lay awake at night going over all the girls from Waipawa that I have known in my 21 years of life but I still cannot place her. I am rather poor at both faces and names I'm afraid.