THE SUN IT SHINETH EVERY DAY

Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 97, 18 January 1935, Page 8

THE SUN IT SHINETH EVERY DAY

New Zealand has become more or less reconciled to its hottest summer on record. We watch the smoke of our daily grass fire with equanimity, and even the suburban gardener has by now become quite philosophical about the fact that it is never going to rain any more. Wellington’s women have foundtheir own method of coping with the situation, and are taking kindly to going without stockings, as Auckland did some time ago. Even when black clouds appear in the early morning sky very few pessimists take their overcoats to work with them.

At least there are some reflections that make the situation bearable. We think we know what the weather will be for the week-end. And we know that in some parts of the world it is winter, and. that other peoples’ coal bills will be as heavy as ours were last winter. We have a word and smile of sympathy for Admiral Byrd: we prefer an internal application of ice. It seems to be a world of extreme.-, at the moment. India is feeling the effects of a spell of intense cold: no doubt some raincoat manufacturer is doing a roaring trade on the Equator, while the Eskimos are entering into a fierce controversy about what is modest to wear at the seaside. Perhaps, after all, we in New Zealand have the better of it: with us, melting is a disease that is still peculiar to butter, and only the flowers have wilted away. By now sunburn has mostly turned to tan, but the chemist has been able to balance the loss in his coughcure trade by the sale of soothing lotions. And it may not last much longer. The weather forecast has dropped ah ominous hint about scattered showers “later.”