AS OTHERS SEE US

Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 46, 24 February 1930, Page 6

AS OTHERS SEE US

Thegiftic, "to see- ourselves as others see us" has been vouchsafed us'in its most attractive form by tlio Sydney "Bulletin," which'publishes au Australian woman's suggestion that Maoriland may have a queen of her own some day:—"The, North Island of this country is as green as a Miracle could' inako it. The cattle1, atr superb—the EnZedders really ought to.;. worship, the Cow. If Strawberry knew her own power she'd oevcliajlenging. Joseph Ward for the .Prime Ministership, and the Cabinet would consist exclusively of Jerseys and In-iesians—though what Strawberry and Polly-would get out of it I don't know, unless it might be white satin sheets for their, bedding and four-legged ;. georgette pyjamas, Hamilton is as beautiful as a poet's dream. To. stand on the bridge over the Waikato i,nd look' at, tho reflections in the jade-green water,' fringed with trees and flowering shrubs • and beflowered landscape, gardens, was, to be back again at Lucerne. -The.scene only needs a, colossal figure of St. Francis of Assisi blessing the lake.

"Wire-whiskers,' dear? No, there aren't any. The farmers are like our younger pastornlists who come to .Sydney to stay at the Australia .and! go to Randwick to see- the M.L. horses get. in earliest. Outside Hamilton is the biggest, dried milk factory in. tb% world.' When I looked at the.inland seas, and lakes and lagoons of cream, I gasper] 'It's a dreani, I don't believe it.' , . , ■ ■ 'y

But—you know Ini f crazy ou cream for my tea, and stopping for .four o'clock on one occasion I asked the blessed damozel in attendance for some. 'Oh,' «he replied, 'we" haven't any cream. It's not. asked for.: 'And your country is almost submerged in .cream,' I mused aloud. 'Have you any. vodka?' .Slip went away to find out, and, returning, gravely replied: 'We are.just out of it, but expect somein the.evening. Somewhat suspiciousj I 1 asked with a pained expression, 'Is there Holy Grail to be had?' She went away, and the proprietor himself came and explained: 'It's the close season for those, birds, Missus. You won't find any for sale at. this timo "of" the year.' Wp looked hard at each other and I think he scored as a leg-puller."