Speed the Parting Spoon

The tale of the Spoon is a sad one. Once upon a time in the fulness of her pride and glory Victoria presented a wooden spoon to be the booby prize at Tournament. The Spoon, alas! has been a boomerang, it returns with depressing regularity. Last year our teams seemed to have more dash than our victorious teams of 1938, and we sent them away in happy anticipation of victory. They returned—carrying their spoon behind them. Our boxers fought hard, and they alone returned victorious with their shield. This year they will not be alone. Ornately carved, the Spoon may be a thing of beauty, but it shall not be Our joy for ever.