“GOOD WORDS.”

Hokitika Guardian, 27 April 1925, Page 4

“GOOD WORDS.”

COUNCILLORS AND UOLICI

A R Cll BIS HOB’S G R ATTITUDE

CHRISTCHURCH, April 21

Remarking that his heart was full of love for all that night, Archbishop Julius quickly demonstrated at the public farewell given to him last evening that he was sincere in his statements. for he made most tolerant references of much abused public institutions—even the City Council, the telephone exchange, and the policemen! “It not very good for a fellow to sit and listen to all this praise," declared his Grace. Fortunately. al his age. he added, he was not likely to suiter a swelled head. Blit the gathering had inspired him with love and kindness for everybody. “First of all, I want to say that I'm a .xew Zealander. (Applause.) It i‘< as a New Zealander 1 shall go .Home and aa New Zealander I will come hack, if it is in a hath chair." (Laughter ami applause).

Srim- time ago. In- added, lie bad. nl, the request of the Mayor, held a Muni cipal service at the Calhedral*. His conscience had pricked him ever since, n , he had said many unkind things tltai he was sorry for. The City Council liar done good work. When he thought ol the town ns it was when lie first arrived. he < 011 Id notice a great diff'ereiuc The City v.ns well kept, the streets vve'e clem and even if there were some small slums, e’. cry house had its dust-hilt. (Laughter.) “Before long Christchurch will lie a big city.” continued bis Grace, “and indeed I'm in>l sure that it won’t eclipse a certain < it■ in the north.” (Laughter) To the City Council his message would lie that the most important things they had to consider were good houses, tile care of the people’s •health, sanitation, and the promotion of the moral and spiritual welfare of till- community.

I “And now a word for the policeman.” said his Grace. “I’ve been here 35 years, and they have never run me in (laughter), though; 'J have seen them looking at me, especially when nr daughtcir was driving tho car (renewed laughter). But 1 have never heard any more. The policemen, he continued were like the Irish “bobby' he met when ill the early days lie rode a motor-bicycle. The “hobby” stopped him and said. “Do volt remember me. your Reverence?’’ “No.’’ replied his Grace. “I'm the man Hint lent you the horse on Liu- West Coast.” “A very good horse it was too!” replied Ins Grace, “and Imw are you getting on over here?” “Very well,” answered the “bobby”, “Imt will your Reverence go more carefully over the crossing next time?” (Laughter.)

Ilfs Grace added that lie wanted to S ay a good word also for other public officers—the railwayman, the postal clerks, the poor, bewildered, and much maligned telephone exchange, and the folk "in the Post Office, all of whom had been good to him and were good to everybody when they were understood.