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Insight

The new Exec have revealed themselves to be real "Tripsfor-the-Bays" enthusiasts. Not since the Taylor days have so many gone to Tournament at such great cost for so little benefit.

One wonders how they can grant themselves two thirds travel subsidy and not give the Drinking Team a brass razoo.

The marvellous thing about justice in this country is Its impartiality. Never influenced by politics, for instance.

Why, just the other day a Vietnik was fined $100 for, attempting to burn an American flag, thereby occasioning a breach of the peace. A week later, three youths were fined $100 each for brutally beating up an old man.

Equality for equal offences— that's what I like.

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Our Asian friends must have suffered tremendously at the recent rice shortage. Profiteers getting at them and so on. Good to see Tokyo Rose making that cheap rice available. Our friends must be quite out of pocket what with keeping all their cars and scooters running. Must have been a welcome saving.

Now I know a few students whose staple diet is brandy. And what with the current shortage they're feeling the pinch somewhat. So how about running a cheap brandy booth? 'Twould not go amiss, I can assure.

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Quite An Evening towards the end of last term. On the same night was held the Law Dinner and Two wine and cheese evenings.

Heard tell of a law student, more than a little the worse for wear, who became bored with the legal camaraderie and eased himself upstairs, where he purchased a ticket to the Pol. Sci. gathering. Full of good cheer he entered the men's common room, grasped a bottle of vino and chug-a-lugged.

A deathly hush seemed to come over the assembled company. Our friend looked up, mystified. Surely the Department hadn't suddenly gone all fuddy-duddy?

He peered through the haze and perceived that the revellers were all of a somewhat dusky complexion. Turned out it was the; Samoan Society wine and cheese.

Our hero retreated, mumbling apologies. Might have been chopped up for the kava bowl. Dreadful trick!

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Every Saturday fortnight at the Paekak pub. the most magnificent jazz band entertains the patrons in the garden bar. Unfortunately, since the Midland went mod the local lads have been; heading for greener paslures, and the Paekak seems to be one of them.

Not content to enjoy the music and drink up, the Varsity boys seek more pleasurable indulgements, such as glass smashing and chundering competitions. And they wonder why anyone questions ten o'clock closing.

—Cynic