“A form of mid-winter madness has manifested itself, all hands being seized with the desire to have their hair removed. It caused much amusement, and luxuriant curls, bald pates and parted crowns soon became akin. We are likely to be coolheaded in the future, if not neuralgic. We resemble a cargo of convicts, and I did not let the opportunity pass of perpetuating photographically this humorous happening.”

— Frank Hurley

“We have had side-splitting fun this evening. Everyone submitted to having their hair cropped close with shears. Rickinson our chief engineer really has very handsome dark wavy hair and was not at all anxious to have it off, so in fun he told Sir Ernest that he would let him cut it if Sir Ernest would afterwards permit him to cut his.”

“This Sir Ernest agreed to, so now we are all practically bald, leader and all. Hurley, whose hair runs to black wool, was also reluctant to part with it, but finally submitted and really he looks the better for it. Later he took a flashlight group of us all.”

— Thomas Orde-Lees