The Capping Ceremony, after a somewhat checkered career, now appears to have achieved that happy medium of staid respectability and youthful irresponsibility which pleases all concerned.

After Professor Easterfield, one of the foundation Professors of V.U.C., had indulged in a few reminiscences, the Haeremai Club became somewhat restive with a consequent and ostentatious display of newspaper. The Professor ploughed gamely on, undeterred by broad hints to speak up, and proceeded to a peaceful finish after the Haeremai Club had risen as one man with the right hand clapped to their ear and an expression of agonised entreaty, or, should we say enquiry?, on their collective face.