SMAD. An Organ of Student Opinion. 1934. Volume 5. Number 3.
This year there was more public interest in the Capping. The fact that the procession was held on the Friday before Cappicade had much to do with it, and the organised sales of Capping books, too, were a great help. The organising members de. serve much credit this year.
The Capping Procession was well planned and organised, but it lacked the numbers that are necessary to a really good show. More enthusiasm round the College must be worked up for this feature. The speeches in the Post Office Square were an exceptionally bright entertainment.
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.
The flutter of a wild bell
In the thronged Hall ....
Does it sound the knell
Of that indescribable hell—
Nights of long cramming in the early hours?
Ah, who can tell? Perhaps we shall
In later time recall
Memories of mocking notes.
Ushering long years of post-graduate grind!
Hark how the clangour floats
From where the robed staff sits resigned
To student folly—till one of mind
A little more discerning than the rest
Darts forth and throttles the alarm with zest;
And the Ceremony still drones on....
Then came the conferring of degrees.
The women graduates received an impartial contribution of applause from the audience, and bouquets from their sisters, cousins, and others. The males were sometimes greeted with remarks not quite calculated to put them at their ease—but the most joyous welcome was reserved for Hob Bradshaw, who received half the contents of a green grocer's shop, much to the consternation of Mr. Robison, who expresed his disapproval of the proceedings by firmly ejecting the large deputation of Weir House students who had invaded the sanctity of his particular section of the platform. Joyous shouts of "arrest the Registrar" greeted his frantic efforts to dislodge the invaders, but, as one scientist has since remarked, "he had the advantage of position," and virtue remained triumphant, although somewhat dishevelled, and the stage resumed its pristine state of glorious imbecility until the arrival of Messrs Bilks and Wild, who were treated in somewhat similar fashion.
A bright moment of the evening was heralded by the arrival of Messrs Laurel and Hardy, who strode unregarding through the audience, now set agape by their unexpected arrival, and so up the steps, with a somewhat haughty nod to the baffled Vice-Chancellor, where they solemnly encircled Ian Campbell's neck with the L.E.I, of assorted vegetables.
After the photograph had been successfully negotiated, and lubrication achieved, all streamed to the Capping Ball at the Mayfair. Despite the handicap of inclement weather and a crowded floor, with a consequent deterioration of the quality of the air, the Ball proceeded quite merrily to a triumphant finish at the hour of .... Well, what time did you get in, anyway? The partners were eminently satisfactory, the dresses superb, and, judging by the flow of small talk, strong waters were not particularly lacking. It must be said that our sympathy goes out to those unfortunates who were in the third sitting at supper. We ourselves speak from bitter experience. The flight of a mangled sausage roll, nardby the sticky remains of fruit salad and a dishevelled trifle, with, of course, an entire absence of coffee, is not calculated to make the most hardened seeker after joy over-pleased with himself. But. anyway, the majority seemed to think it was good show. Why, we do not know. Perhaps it was the partners.
Overheard From An Old Lady At Cappicade.
It was during the speech of the Scarlet Woman in Sheba. "And they can't, even keep their vile propaganda out of a. show like this."Dated Sat. 16th June, When