Walls Whare Working Party

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WALLS WHARE WORKING PARTY December 26, 1960 Saturday, 26th, polling day and from the upper bunk every time Keith two weeks to go to the official open- Holyoake scored another victory. ing of Walls Whare. Twenty or so Scoring pads were crumpled, then trampers were assembled at the flattened, as pencils were broken, then station, waiting for their trip leader, sharpened again, to chalk up another the one and only Quirke, with the one for Walter, five for Keith. The ultimate goal Walls Whare and in- arrival of Neil and Merv. brought tention of putting the finishing temporary relief to we spectators, but touches to it. First stop Feathers- they, too, were soon engrossed in the ton. After a quick rush, we were political picture. Everything has its allowed TEN minutes to shop, we end and at long last we were able to started hunting for a polling booth, enjoy a beer, that had long since gone as Mr. Quirke had to cast a vote. flat. Next morning work was again taken up with renewed vigour, but In high spirits we went on. In due the driving force previously displayed course we reached the ford, and by Dion had lost its edge, and Merv. Quirke soon showed his leadership. was quick to take advantage of this, Orders flew left and right, and in a by unleashing his latent artistic surprising short time we were under talents, which had been so eruelly way, bent double under timber, paint oppressed when painting the hut at and a collapsible barbecue, which had Ruapehu, and began first to give the been made Jim Quinlan. A jolly girls a coat of paint, next the hut. nice piece b7 work, Jim, but did it No figures before painted ever dishave to be so heavy? played more animation than did these creations of Merv. The last persons were still on the track when the first two jobs were The whare-iti, a palacial edifice finished, but Dion soon had everyone with a grandiose air about it, mostly working. With lashing tongue he built by Brian, Derek,etc., was emdrove us poor slaves on, and on, and bellished with a huge sign, advertison. Afternoon tea was served in ing the "Evening Post". We don't between two hammer strokes. (The know if Brian is out for the fast only real interruption was provided buck or whether it's a magnificent by Bruce and Norm. who, after com- over-estimation of human requireing in from Kaitoke, had some trouble ments. crossing the river.) Consequently rapid progress was made. Finally It only remains for me to say tea time, and most of us were only "thank you for a pleasant weekend too eager to stop, but some seemed Dion, next polling day the result may to have worked themselves into a be different, BUT I DON'T WANT frenzy and were reluctant to knock TO HEAR". off 'till Dion told them to, "throw down that flaming hammer, and have "THE POSSUM." your grub". With tea finished and dishes * * * washed, it was time to relax, but U.H.G. Finegan and your writer were We extend a welcome to the followsoon disillusioned, for at 7 o'clock three radios started (at full blast) ing new members: Dawn Carpinter, to report victories for the National "Billy" Reeves, "Lena' Schreyer, Party with monotonous regularity, to Nils Powell; and say bon voyage to the obvious disgust of Dion and his disciples. Wails of anguish, floods "Jenny' Haglund, who left for Europe of abuse and cries of rage coming on an 18-month tour.