Week-end Chat

Hawke's Bay Herald-Tribune, Volume 81, Issue 43, 13 November 1937, Page 11

Week-end Chat

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COUNTRY AND TOWN.

DEAR EVERYONE,— Armistice week recalls our soldiers to us — those who have gone one, and those who are still living. It is in* linitely touching to see, the brayery of the living, and to see how mothers who have lost their sons are eheerily battling along through lonely days. One thing is ccrtain "that the great loss of lify in the Great War was such a terrible blow to our Empire that it has so far kept us from war, for the lesson of war's futility has carried more weighr than we have realised. # i « • There are many cheery letters to fill our discussion column this week. All who care to send short letters on any subjeet that • interests- them are glad'y welcomed as contributor to this column. We have h'ere letters from Napier, the South, Hastings and Havelock' North. Interest is wide, • so join this f riendly corner and send in your letters, too. Address to Cousin Ros'e. V * Dear Cousin Rose, — I fiilly agree with 'Harmony's" dislike for "crooning. " I' cannot explain exactly what makes it so obnoxious and irritating, but to me it is what my small child used to call a. "horrid row noise. " — Yours, etc., "MELODY." , =» ' w # Dear Cousin ■ Rose, — Last. week someone mentioned "crooners." I agree that these noise-makers are a pest. They should be shot at sightl To see and hear o'ne" of these performers makes me sick, and that suggests an idea as to how the nairo developed. I belie've it or'iginated on shipboard, when, at sea, agonising groans of the prostrated passengers rose above the gal'e. Magazines with beautiful pietures of nude ligures are not allowed, yet at the flicks one is forced.to. loolc^ at these gh'astly crooners. Just watch . the face, . mouth, .and throat contortions of a noted crooner, .and you will see what my referenee to . ship-board means. — . .Yours, ete., .... . . , 'SCHUBERT." * ' * . This letter answers one sent by a reader last Week, giving hints on suitable attire'"for older women, and showing how to dress economically. Dear Cousin Rose, — I .wish to thank "Eunice" for the' trouble she has taken to help the elderly ones t:> choose reasonable clothes. We shail benefit by her kindly and expert help. Perhaps she will see the e^amples walking about — we are not decrepit. — Yours, etc., ' ' GRATEFUL SERE AND YELLOW"

Dear Cousin Rose,— Will you please eonvey' my hearty thanks to the person who left a parcel of used hosiery at Garrat's store, Napier? Also a pattern for slippers made from old fclt hats. It was a lcind thougat, and cheered the old lady immenseiy as she, like many of us, wa3 wondering what to give for Christmas presents to small relatives and friend — and what is so aceeptable as a snug pair of slippers? — Yours, etc., "OLD STOCKINGS." # * » Dear Cousin ' Rose,— I must tell ' ( Spindrift ' ' how amused we have been over his bints on observation. Since reading his letter we have had heated arguments at the family dinner table about observations he mentioned. He asked how many people notice if the baker 's hair is fair or dark, etc. Now we find the children arguihg as to whether the butcher has blue eyes, and is the postman's nose turned np or dowh. We certainly have failed in real odservation till now. — Yours, etc., , • " il LOOKING HARD." •' • • • What kind of garden do you like$ Dear Cousin" Rose,— How one^s imagination runs riot with such a question! One thinks of all the differeut types of gardens in the world, and one's thoughts fit from one to another like a butterfly's flight from flower to flower in one's garden. There is.the old, old English type of garden cared for a hundred years and more, with its stately trees shadowing its lawns, flowers .in brilliant coloured masses, the scent of their healthy sweetness filling the air. . And lovely Chinese gardens, ' showing. the tender affection given each flower, tree, vine and scrub. I would want a piece of virgin Aotea-roa bush, and a burbling stream in my garden with its "peace that passeth all understanding," its smell of new-born earth, and with birds that love its shelter. Let me - see the majesty of its trees, learn to -know all its shrubs, fern's, creepers and little rock, plants, for it is witkin those qooI recesses that we truly feel the heart-throb of New Zealand. Let me plant flowers of 'othor countries fringing into its confines, flow ers of many ' countries all giving freely, for the sheer joy of giving of their beauty and sweetness. Let me have a lawn with some stately trees shadowing its greenness, and, perhaps too, the Japanese.sand s.liadow garden, where all day one can watch the shadows come and go. I . dream dreams. — Yours, etc.,

Thanliing you all — COUSIN ROSE.