THE LUMBER ROOM

Hawke's Bay Herald-Tribune, Issue 101, 15 May 1937, Page 4

THE LUMBER ROOM

"PAUL PRY."

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Our Jubiiee. Truly it has been rather excitittg lately, what with the Coronation and then the Hastings Jubiifee celebrations, and as far as I can see groping among / tixe old prints and tomes of long ago, a jubiiee is an occasion when debts are cancelled and mortgages torn up. "What a time our lawyers would have ! However, it is a matter for pardonable jnide when we compare the photos of 50 years ago with the reality of today. There" ar© still with us many who can xemember the old days, the single street and I have no doubt the mud. Well, 50 years of hard work have brought their responsibilities, and we who carry on must see that the vision does not fade. "Whakatangata ki akaha" . . . Quit - ye like men, How They Wrote in the Brave Days o| Old. "At tha R.M. Court yesterday it was Mr W. O. M'Leod's painful duty to •in flint a fine of 5/- and costs on a fair offender named Betsy . , . who had been puttixxg "an enemy into her mouth to steal away her brains." So far, however, from the punishment acting as a solemn warning to her for the rest of her days, I regret to say that bright Sol's fiery coursers had not completed their diurnai course ere Betsy had again flown to the Circean cup. which reduced her to a state of utter helplessness, in which she was found by a fell enchanter who by the aid of his potent spells and a cab swiftly conveyed her to the limbo ..of the lock-up.. In the meantime her husband had been also taken in oharge because of e "Nice derangement of his epithets." The Capture of Dunedin. On looking through old filee of the Observer of years ag)o, I noticed that their Wellington correspondent has much to say on the subject of ,» Russian despatoh noHced in ihe a34il by the Post Office officials. At tHat moment it vas thought that an qutbreak of wa r between Great Britain and Rxissia was only. a matter of hoxxrs. Tiis despatch was taken by the Governor and apparently dealt With * proposed invasion of Dunedin^ A description, of the town was given and xeference made to the quaxrtity of the gold in the possession of. Ihe six bank* thereof . This must have caxtsed qxuta a sensationl Oniy a Clothee Ulne. (Extract from a paper of^years agtw) A clothee lxne is a harxxdeBS thiqg When 6tretched from pche to prne, Until you start -across the yard And step into a hole. Then as yon make a forwsrd-lunge, It stops you so ta speai, And throws you down and jgrks .you to The rniddle of neck'st weak. % Tuning up for PoHtU*. There $re people who My thak«%flPod politidan needa a good trump&tor. Whether his useful serviQe as a puhKs man had anythinjg to do with his youthf ul Buccess in ihe muaical field must remain a secret in ihe mind of one man who has for many yeaxs shown ability in ihe politieal field m Hawke's Bay. The fpllowina extraot froipa Hawke's Bay notes in the New Zealand Musical Monthly a£ March, 1890, wflf interest many who are not necessarily musicianly: — "The Waipawa Band is, I hsar, in i bad Way owing to circumstances neceseitating the constant removal of members. If the brass band, howerver, does not get on, there is an excellent string band which gives most enjoyable ooncerts and occasionally plays at dances. At the Fire Brigade Ball the band was made up as follows: Piano, Mrs Bennetts violins, jM©ssrs Wildman and Bexmett ; clarionet, Mr Cbiseel ; double bass, Mr A. E. Jull; euphoMum, Mr A, Lawrence (of Wjoodville.)"When Thlngs Were Looking Bad. We are told that in the days of the Oommonwealth, Bulstrode Whitelocke, Ambassador to the Hague, was tossing about through the night in anxiety about the condition of his country. An old servant lying in the room, addressed him. "Sir, may l ask you a question?'1 "Certainly," answered ihe Ambassador. "Sir, did God govern the world well before you came into it?" "Undoubtedly." "And will He rule the world wdl When you have gone out of it ?" "Undoubtedly.""Then Sir, can you not trust Him to rule the world well while you are in it?" ~ The tired Ambassador turned on his side' and fell asleep. Gratltude. When a patient xs ill He will frequently say: "You're an angel, dear doctor, No gold can repay." But when he gets well One delusion we mark — r That yesterday' s angel Now looks like a shark. — J.E.B. Gleams : "In life it is difficult to say who do you the most xnischief — -enemies with the worst intentions or friends with the best." — Bulwer Lytton. "To tell men they cannot help themselves is to fling them into recklessness and despair." — Froude. "Censure is the tax that a man pays for be rng emdnent." — Swift. "Be igiiorance thy choice where knowledge leads to woe." — Beattie. G.B.S. George Bernard Shaw, asked how he enjoyed the playing of a new young violinist, replied: "He reminds me oi Paderewski." "Oh, but Mr Shaw, Paderewski is not a violinist,"- said ihe prodigy's sponsor. " Just so, just so/' w:as the response.