Local & General

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 12, Issue 28, 9 March 1948, Page 4

Local & General

Rowers’ Paddy’s Market In furtherance of the effort to raise £4OO for two new boats, complete with oars and equipment, Whakatane Rowing Club held A Paddy’s Market on-Friday and collected £3B. Club officials have expressed themselves as grateful to all supporters and helpers, particularly the women who ran the street stall and donors of articles for sale. Fast Movement “We don’t know ,what we might be doing by September,” remarked Cr C. E. Jackson at a meeting of the Te Aroha Borough Council when jubilee celebrations were under discussion. “Things move fast these days,” he said in reply to a suggestion by Cr H. R. Carwardine that celebrations should be postponed until September. “We might be organising the E.P.S. again before then,” commented the Town Clerk, Mr E. C. Westbury.

A Gracious Compliment A gracious compliment to Whakatane’s rowing representatives who recently attended the Hamilton regatta is contained in a letter from the management of the hotel where they stayed. It says, “We wish to pass a word of praise to the lads who stayed at our hotel. Their decorum and behaviour was excellent, reflecting good home influence and capable, efficient management. We shall be happy to see any member of your Club at any future date.”

Was It Grandma’s Limousine? The ideal touring car has been found. Plenty of fresh air, sunlight when it’s sunny. And you can’t hear your talkative partner. This brainchild of motor designers was. seen in Whakatane recently loaded up with camping gear, tied up with string, and filled up with two holiday makers from New Plymouth. What was this ideal car? An old vintage Model T, considerably the worse for wear; well written over, but running like a clock, tick-tick-tick.

“No Money, No Talk!” A critical by-stander and an adamant attendant provided a very amusing few minutes at the Whakatane Rowing Club’s stall on Friday. An old gentleman “slightly under the weather” was very heatedly criticising the cost of watermelons and pumpkins that were on display at the stall. The woman behind the counter was just sitting back and repeating, “No money, no talk!” The mere man gave up and went his way.