Otago, we thank you. In vain we have endeavoured to find words which could express our feelings. We can only say that never before has there been such a Tournament. It was excellently organised; there was not a hitch anywhere; the weather was always fine; indeed, except for Monday, it was perfect; and there was not one regrettable incident throughout the whole week. Our teams only brought back, it is true, two wooden spoons, a shield and a drinking trophy; but we have, and always will have, memories of a great Tourney and a most marvellously friendly and hospitable people.

There are some 46 hotels in Dunedin, but the intensive nature of the Tournament precluded our visiting two of these, and as a consequence there had to be substituted various social activities called parties.

These took place only, on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday.

Thursday, of course, was the day we arrived, and Tuesday was the night of the Tournament Ball.

Kegs and bottles of refreshment were often in evidence, and once some bread-and-butter was consumed and some eggs and bacon fried. It would not, of course, be politic to give a detailed account of these activities, nor for that matter would it be possible for any of those who had been present to give any account.

Good Friday.

Although we arrived on Thursday, we were able to attend the welcome to visitors at Allen Hall and, indeed to partake quite hungrily of afternoon tea.

We listened to Doug. Burns talking in abandoned fashion about opening bottles with beer in them, and went out to watch the representatives and delegates leer at the camera.

Not long after this, the crowds who had been tea-ing were observed dashing out of Marama Hall, wiping their lips in maudlin fashion. It appear s that Terry Maunsell had perpetrated the first big joke of the Tourney by bursting a tear-bomb in the midst of the unsuspecting and feeding multitude.

Better Saturday.

We'd got over Friday night quite well be 10 a.m., and went to see the rowing and the boxing at the same time. The boxing was so exciting that we had to come away and have several beers.

In the afternoon there was a place called the "City," and in the evening we and every other person in the Town Hall went mad. But of course we won the Boxing Shield, or had you heard! There was no official programme at night, and so one of those party things was thrown, had, or drunk, and we remained in bed till lunch on Sunday.

Best Sunday.

A drive, six bottles distant from Dunedin to the Aerodrome, and an agreeable flight, were distinctly enjoyable on Sunday afternoon and put us in splendid fettle for Sunday night. Sunday night of course, after a visit to the extremely hospitable Lady Sidey's, involved a keg and things.

Excellent Monday.

Monday we just managed to go and get frozen at the Athletics. Monday night we went to a place called the Quarters, where house surgeons operated on us with some gorgeously potent anaesthetics. Well, between Monday and Tuesday those eggs and bacon we spoke of were fried.

Super Tuesday.

On Tuesday proper we had resolved to recuperate, but the Tournament spirit got there first, and some hilarious acquaintances called in and helped. We then went and saw eight people in the mixed doubles finals.

We can't tell about a dinner at the Grand and the ball, but there's bound to be a lot of people who'll know, and we can only refer you to them.

Woeful Wednesday.

This day was the day we didn't want to leave, and the railway Department started without us. However, we unwillingly got through a window.