(Macbeth).

Way back in 1902 there took place in Christchurch the first Inter-University College Tournament brought to fruition by the energy and enthusiasm of such men as H. P. Richmond, G. F. Dixon, and F. A. de la Mare of V.U.C., W. L. Scott, F. T. Kissell, A. Sims, and E. W. Rice of C.U.C., F. C. Long of A.U.C. and P. H. Buck of O.U.

And with its small but great beginning, this Tournament was destined to become the most important annual event in University life in New Zealand.

But to approach our immediate theme: by resolution of last year's Tournament Committee, the Easier Tournament this year was held in the Northern City at A.U.C.'s special request. In normal rotation it would have been Canterbury's turn, and the change of venue was agreed to in order to usher in A.U.C.'s jubilee celebrations.

To the relief of all concerned there was no repetition this year of the obstacles and misunderstandings which so nearly wrecked last year's tournament, and when Otago and Canterbury arrived in Wellington on the Thursday morning they were heralded by a magnificent blare of trumpets played by a goodly gathering of pyjamaclad whatnots with such a depth of feeling as only V.U.C can accomplish and others at the best merely attempt to emulate.

On board the train we were met at Frankton Junction by our old friend J. Nigel Wilson, who formed the advance party for the hosts. With the paternal grace of a Santa Claus he distributed the lucky packets one to each, and we were all soon engrossed on ascertaining "Who's (for) Who in Auckland," and regarding the draws in the various contests. Some also received circular warning of the activities of the Communist elements in Auckland and their feelings must have been anything but allayed when we stepped from the train right into the midst of thousands of gesticulating be-whiskered members of the terrible "Hog-pooh."

Brought before that terrible tribunal we realised per-haps something of the ordeal which the Vickers engineers must have experienced. Yet strange as it may seem, the punishments inflicted in relation to the seriousness of our individual offences, were surprisingly light—6 days C.B. with our delightful hostesses!!! Could we have wished Messrs. Thornton and Co. a more fitting sentence?

The official welcome took place as usual on the after-noon of Good Friday, and this pleasant function was followed by the annual ordeal of the Tournament photograph. On Saturday the Tournament began in earnest, commencing with the preliminary rounds of the tennis contest at Stanley Street courts, and the boxing at the Town Hall. The afternoon saw the tennis taken a further stage and the boat race over. The finals of the boxing were contested at the Town Hall in the evening.

On Sunday we turned out in force for a delightful motor drive, while the spiritual side of those so-minded and in need was also catered for.

On Monday the basketball and athletic sections of the tournament were completed, while the evening saw the swimming contest concluded. An innovation here was an unofficial polo match between A.U.C. and V.U.C. which resulted in a win for our men.

The Tournament was brought to a highly successful conclusion with the tennis finals on Tuesday, while the grand climax to our social activities was the Tournament Ball held that evening in the Peter Pan Cabaret

"And bright the lights shone on
Fair women and brave men!"

The trophies were presented in the comparatively early stages of the evening amidst hearty cheering, con gratulations, and hakas. Few indeed were they who did not let go, "filling the night with their hideous yells of revelry"—a consummation devoutly to be wished whenever and wherever University students foregather (the true significance of which, alas, cannot be understood by the vilifying ecclesiastic of 1932!)

Wednesday — black Wednesday — doomsday — Yes, you've guessed it already: the day we left for home. What a crowd was at the station to see us off! How we tried to thank our hosts and hostesses! More hideous yells—handshakes—here and there a surreptitious kiss or two. And so we said goodbye to Auckland. Till 1937 Akarana, au revoir.