Nothing much has been going on except weather changes. Fair-sized crowds wander down to the gym to see early-season basketball games. A few of the more inquisitive developed a habit of dropping in occasionally on our new natural-ice hockey rink to see if it would ever have any ice in it. The recent weather cycle of snow-slush-ice-snow-ice-snow-slush has been a little hard on what Phil Sherman refers to as the Heneage Project No. 3, making it impossible to lay in the winter's ice, as it were.
But we have faith in the Carnival Committee. This committee has managed, for the last three years, to provide winter and a real snow for a melted and bedraggled Hanover, at the eleventh hour, just as Carnival is about to be a flop. For last-minute rescues, the Carnival Committee is as reliable as the hardriding marines who solve the plot-problems of the cinema.