The Spike: or, Victoria College Review, October 1913
This year, as usual, we advertised Capping Day in general, and the Extravaganza in particular, by an annual procession. The procession needs no introduc page 35 tion to the Wellington public, for they have come to belive, with us, in the motto, Dulce est desipere in loco.
At a quarter to twelve on Thursday morning, 27th June, a larg, crowd collected at St. Peter's Schoolroom. A disinterested spectator standing on the pavement counted twenty-two general managers of the procession.
However, in spite of this, the cavalcade got away almost to time—Maoris on the outside, and noise in the centre—but the composite parts were changed. There was a somewhat weak-kneed band, a battle-ship manned by "Princes," a motor bicycle ridden by an Indian brave, with nis squaw mounted behind him, several suffragettes, some mounted on motor-cycles, some on waggons. There were numerous ballet girls clad in approved (or disapproved) costume, and a camp oven, at which domestic science was being taught.
The usual route, crowded by an expectant populace, was covered and the motley array finally assembled in the Post Office Square. Here a royal marriage was "solemnised," and various speeches, including a memorable one by "His X," were delivered in the presence of some five thousand spectators.
From here the procession rapidly dispersed, to meet once again in the Town Hall in the afternon.