Ski-Joring

In our haste we find that we have glided over a certain outstanding event which musn't be left out. The ski-joring, which was this year held along the new road which leads from Tuck Drive back into Tuck School, got through all the semifinal heats without a mishap, if we exclude one chance encounter which a mount had with the fender of a car. However, when the entries were called for the finals, it was discovered that they were one horse shy. This occasioned a slight delay, during which time all hands set to work to find the missing animal. Finally a cry of success came from the steps of one of the new dorms along the drive, the front door was flung open, and the horse emerged, stepping soberly and gingerly down the few steps. How lie made his entry no one knows, but his actions after he made his exit made it quite certain that he didn't favor his quarters there too much. He ran his race and then made for home as if the devil's own were after him. It is an interesting note, incidentally, that the occupants of said dormitory still are called by various and sundry unsavoury nicknames.

Then, somehow, after the basketball game, several nameless and tired hours more on the dance floors, a hasty breakfast, and many enthusiastic and not-too-sincere parting promises, statements, and recriminations, the trains moved slowly out of Norwich Station amid a burst of cheers and Carnival was over.