Pettipoint

Scene—Wellington street. One Masskerade seller, one female member of VUWSA executive.

Masskerade?

What's this?

Masskerade, madam, university magazine. Only comes out once a year. Your only chance!

Where are you from?

Oh … The university.

The point is, as has been made, they are taking advantage of an 'earlier academic timetable—an earlier Capping.

Who's going to help me spread a rumour in Palmerston North this time next year that a magazine calling itself Masskerade is really the Cappicade in disguise and should be ignored by all true partisans? Mind you, such a rumour could be arranged to be true …

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Mr. Pearce, of Auckland fame, is ill. I do sympathise with the fellow, actually. It is rumoured that he was kicked by the back end of a cow. A sacred one. no doubt.

Ah Yes, Tournament. A fairly good show, one gathers—I was not there, alack. There seemed to be a shortage of the tournament party, which is a poor show. Mind you, the same thing was largely evident at Canterbury, Victoria, and even Auckland. What do controllers think that tournament is for? Sport or something?

It seems that one member of the association found himself without a plane seat down. So he caught the next. Then he found there was not a rail connection. So he hitch-hiked. Then he found that he had taken so long to get down that the meeting he was to attend was over....

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Rather Disappointed with Mr. Wilson. At least Mr. Mac-millan had the initiative, when Britain was considering entering into the Common Market, to send the Queen.

And as the time draws nigh. If that is what times draw. I would remind the Anarchists that they did not. last year, send me a card on Queen's Birthday. And they Promised. Naughty, people. Perhaps they will re-member this year. So pleased.