FANCIES FROM WAIKATO

King Country Chronicle, Volume IV, Issue 275, 9 July 1910, Page 5

FANCIES FROM WAIKATO

Hamilton, Friday Night. SAVAGES IN HAMILTON. The latest move in this village is the formation of a Savage Club The fact .is called to my mind of a notice which is lying on my table as I write. It is unique in its way. It says "Brother Savage Man. Haere mai! You are hereby invited to attend the opening korero of the Hamilton Savage Clup to-morrow evening at 8 o'clock. A temporary wigwam has been pitched for the occasion, and eating and drinking will not be prohibited. The.bill-' of-fare will include 'Hot Music On Ice, Songs a la Boheme, and Tobaccosuffle." Several recitations will be perpetrated, and generally a good time is anticipated. Committees and other primeval bodies will be elected at this korero to guide the deliberations of the tribe. Savages are requested to take their own head-g"ear when leaving.. If the spirit is willing and the fie ih not too weak, I shali tomorrow night mix with the savage and lend- my voice and my thirst to the general merriment. But what a sad blow . this is to those good people who were just beginning to think that Hamilton is civilised. MR ZEPPELIN'S AIRSHIPS.

Mr Zeppelin, whose address is Germany, is a man whose sole object in life appears to be that of making gigantic balloons and then wrecking them. He has made altogether seven and all have been destroyed, for the most part, in quixotic tilts at factory chimneys, trees, and other objects of a more or less stable nature. One feels sorry for Mr Zeppelin. It was suggested to me' that he should stand for the German Parliament: he always had so much gas about him. There were twenty journalists aboard the Zeppelin VII. when she rammed a tree, so that explains it. No respectable, conscientious airship can be expected to sail through the azure with twenty reporters on board. It may be that the keeper of the Eternal Gates thought they were climbing too near heaven. The thought of twenty reporters armed with note-books, clamouring for admission is too awfu! to contemplate. So we may suppose they shinned down the tree and rushed to their respectjve press-rooms to write up a coherent and thrilling account of their adventures, headed in German with what may represent: "Treed in a Balloon."