The Admiral had provided me with the world's largest flask in case of accidents, and I had a couple of big accidents the moment I arrived. Besides in the inn was a certain Major, with bottles and bottles of De Kuyper's gin. God rest his soul - the Major's I mean, not so much De Kuyper, though I helped the Major out of a great difficulty by drinking nearly a whole bottle to prevent it going mildewed. After dinner we played charades. I was rotten. I must take a course in "How to become a 100 per cent charader and earn big dough on the side. Be popular! Be the life and soul of the party. Send no money! Merely pay the postman three hundred dollars and a few cents postage. The College of Charades. Olikaboof. Wash."
That night we sallied forth to try a bit of road ski-ing by moonlight. Unfortunately there was no moon, but that made no difference till you hit an electric light post or a wandering cow.
The Canadian Ski Annual, Season 1931
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