RANDOM REMARKS.

King Country Chronicle, Volume VII, Issue 519, 20 November 1912, Page 7

RANDOM REMARKS.

By Onlooker. The number of seasons which are annually inaugurated in any selfrespecting centre desiring to keep pace with the times is apt to get beyond count. One can readily imagine how disconcerting to a foreigner it must be to read of the multitude of seasons kept green by the votaries of different pastimes. Some day we shall be celebrating the advent of a working season. It merely requires the man with a mission and a passion for system to parcel out the year into proper periods so that the necessary production of the universe will not be affected. The institution of widespread and efficient airship services between the hemispheres should do much to help the idea, and maintain the necessary balance in production. Incidentally it may be mentioned that before such a desirable state of affairs can be brought about the millenium will have ensued; universal brotherhood and ideal socialism will reign supreme, and we shall have ceased agitating about the Sheridan street bridge, or the location of the Te Kutii Domain.

Meanwhile, though we may sigh for the good times coming, and envy the lot of the unborn millions, it is besc to be content with what is around us, and do the things which prevailing custom dictates. Less the doing of things than the manner in which they are done is it that matters, and as long as springtime lasts on earth, and in the heart of man, will seasonopening continue to be performed amid gladness and sunshine. The opening of the bowling season was a memorable event; the opening of tennis season maintained the standard set by the sprightly and light-hearted votaries of England's historical pastime. Bowls emerged from the shades of mythology, and became inseparably associated with the destiny of a great nation in the Elizabethan era. English literature took shape about the same period, but bowls has been an easy winner since the race started. The birth of tennis, as far as the writer is concerned, is enshrouded in mystery. As a game it is excellent, one of its most attractive features being the mixed singles.

The talking shop is closed, and we shall have to wait a few months before celebrating the opening of Parliamentary season. The session juat ended has been variously described, according to the brand of politics favoured by the person interested. It has recorded the rise to power of a new party, and the disintegration of the old. The member for Taumferunui returned to Te Kuiti on Saturday, and was not too much fatigued by the cares of office to take part in the tennis opening ceremony. In fact, he had sufficient virility left to take active part in the game, and kept going in more than one hot rally. His wind, moreover, was in noticeably good condition. May it so remain. Even during what is euphemistically termed "recess" the parliamentarian has many calls upon him, and soundness of wind is the first essential to fitness in any politician.

The practice of allowing animals to stray on our streets is still gaily pursued by some of our residents, and there is danger of a tragedy occurring in consequence. Horses are not so bad from the point of view of personal danger; they never eat adults. But cows are fearsome objects to encounter on a lonely road. Last week a party of ladies found themselves in a desperate situation, and were actually chased by a wild and maddened beast straying on a suburban thoroughfare. The majority of the party are said to have escaped, but the experience was most trying even for the survivors. What transpired to exasperate the animal is not definitely known, but it has been whispered that the cow was a recent arrival from the backblocks, where parasols are unknown. A slender rumour circulates the suggestion that the beast was merely making friendly overtures, but some people will say anything.