The Ball.

Hardly was the last of the audience out of the hall when salvage gangs set to work to sweep up the floor, shift the chairs, and generally make things ready for the Ball. Just after 10 p.m. the orchestra commenced the first dance, just after — a.m. they played the last. The hall was cheerfully and brightly decorated with blue streamers, and roses, and lycopodium and greenery, and not a little of the success of the evening was due to those who worked with such infinite labour and patience, bothmaking the decorations at College and fixing up those same decorations in the hall. The floor was smooth, the music adequate, the partners delightful, the supper excellent, the conversation witty, the silence expressive, the walk home afterwards perfect. In a word, the Ball was a great success. We omit—frankly through general incompetence in this line—all reference to the charming evening gowns worn, and refer all interested in this important matter to back numbers of the "Evening Post" and "The Dominion,"

We were almost forgetting the Haeremai Club Smoke Concert tendered, we believe, to the men graduates. Though not present ourselves, we gather that page 17 it was an unqualified success. Prof. Murphy was in the chair. The usua toasts were honoured. The room was knee deep in floods of eloquence. It was like most smoke concerts, in fact, and that is all we need to say about it.

Capping has come and gone once again. Sic transit gloria mundia. All eyes are turned now toward 1929.