Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 7, No. 7 July 26, 1944
Sport — The Helping Hand
The Helping Hand
At the first meeting of the newly-appointed Executive it was suggested that closer co-operation with the various clubs in the College would benefit not only the clubs themselves but the student body as a whole. In appointing different members of the Exec. as liaison officers it was stressed that they would act not as a Gestapo but as a link between the clubs and the Exec. From the point of view of the sports clubs this is a progressive move, for when subjects such as Tournament or any other matters dealing with sporting activity are discussed at meetings, the Exec. should be able to come to decisions knowing exactly how each club reacts to such a proposal. If any club desires to bring any difficulties to the notice of the Exec. the liaison officer would be the first person to approach.
Although this closer co-operation is desirable the primary object of the scheme is to build up College sport to its pre-war standard, and it is up to each club to assist in every possible way—for in helping the Exec. they are indirectly helping themselves.
Harriering, by way of apology, is a gentle and easy sport free from such distressing matters as compiling competitive and exclusive teams for each week's performance. In fact, it is not clear how the club will take its vice-president's suggestion for a little physical training, although he hopes that the hockey club's lures will be sufficient to turn us out in the Gym. in great numbers on Thursdays.
As to weather, we worry not, and on Saturday, July 9, when bedraggled rubbers, hock-ears and sock-ears sought shelter from heavenly effluvium, less timid hurr-ears doffed clothing and gadded around the Thorndon countryside much to the amazement of the local bystander. And what's more, enjoyed their run with Olympic, if reports are to be believed. The only thing that harriers really object to is running to catch trams, buses and trains. A dignified progression is that in which numbers participate semi-nakedly and purposelessly. Running to get somewhere is too much like work. Harrier runs partake more of a social gathering combined with mild mortification of the flesh and sight-seeing.
But we do have a few bad moments too, such as encounters with stray trouser-removing barbed wire and cliffs and banks down which people are occasionally unlucky enough to fall. One such accident befell a club stalwart on Saturday, July 1. Society recompensed him by a free ride to town in the back of a St. John's Brigade van and we, by selecting him selector of the team to represent V.U.C. at the hoped-for United Tournament in August.
The prediction made in the last Soccer Club notes that a few wins might be expected in the near future came true in the match against Air Force, whom we defeated by 2 goals to 1. Jack Walls scored both our goals, while Bruce Weir, though in an unaccustomed position at right wing, played an excellent game, sending in some good centres. Team and individual play generally was better than usual, though there is still some raggedness, particularly in anticipating passes, recovering from tackles and ball control. The only way to correct these faults is by turning up to practices at Kelburn Park on Thursdays. Everyone who possibly can is urged to attend these. With the ground covered in water, a drenching rain and a strong wind, the game last week was literally a washout.
On the week-end 15th-16th July the Tramping Club again sallied forth, this time bound for Palliser Bay. The weather was threatening but, as you no doubt know, the Tramping Club revels in bad weather, indeed, its members are at their happiest when rain is pouring down their backs. When the Orongorongo River was nearly reached the weather man turned on the taps and consequently the stalwarts were forced to stay in the river valley at that abode of sinners, that luxurious mansion, namely, Tawhai Hut. Dick Jackson, in a fit of unparalleled fortitude, announced that he would light the fire whilst the others performed the pleasant task of finding dry wood in the pouring rain. After this notable self-sacrifice on his part he further condescended to cook tea for the multitude. Someone, of course, suggested that there was an ulterior motive behind this kindness, namely, that he would get the most. Did he, or did he not? After the meal everyone curled up in their sleeping-bags and settled down for the night. When morning came one of the members of the party heroically stepped out into the blizzard to find more dry wood, again the motive being not for the common weal but rather out of self-preservation. At one o'clock the homeward way was trodden and a party of bedraggled but cheerful trampers arrived at the Eastbourne bus shed.