The Spike or Victoria University College Review September 1927

The Weather

The Weather.

The weather for this, the second term's tramping, has been uniformly bad. In fact, our luck is quite out. Once upon a time—last year, for instance—the Club could invariably rely upon getting even moderately fine days for its tramps. But this winter, things have come to such a parlous plight that some of our members, suffering from a bad attack of testamentitis, have been seriously looking about for a Jonah, by the sacrifice of whom they might propitiate the anger of the gods. Not that we have had to postpone more than one or two tramps, but a threatening sky, or persistently falling rain, week after week, with here and there a week-day to show one how fine the weather could really be, is apt to damp the spirits and enthusiasisms of even the most hardened followers of the open air life. The Club has survived this slump in its luck, however, without loss of members (though, be it noted, without gain of members), and is confidently looking forward with renewed interest to a good Spring and a fine Summer's tramping.