RANDOM REMARKS.

King Country Chronicle, Volume VII, Issue 557, 9 April 1913, Page 3

RANDOM REMARKS.

By Onlooker.

The period for which a certain body of men euphemistically termed the City Fathers carry the destinies of the town in the hollow of their hands (or heads) is about to expire, and all eyes are turned to the coming election of the next set of men who will exercisa parental Bway over the borough. An election of any sort seems to have an irresistible attraction for rrcoat people, and election gossip is already circulating freely. One councillor has already held a meeting for the purpose of enlightening the ratepayers upon his attitude towards various matters dealt with by the council, and it is on the cards that before the election takes place other councillors will take the opportunity of giving an account of their stewardship. A fine opportunity presents itself to energetic people looking for work, but the aspirants must be able to stand criticism.

Te Kuiti is in danger of losing its prestige in the bowling world, and a calamity o£ such magnitude, is enough to make the stoutest hearted bowler tsemblt?. It has always bsen a cherished opinion of the Te Kuiti bowler that he is the equal cf the earth at the historic game. This feeling has lent to ou: bowlers that air of confidence and dignity on the green which is so envied in them by players of merely ordinary reputation. The man who takes the field with the air of a conqureor has taken already the first step towards victory. He has also taken a risk, unless he possesses something more than deportment, and his descent from the clouds to solid earth is apt to be sudden and complete Te Awamutu was responsible for the defeat of Te Kuiti last week. On second thoughts Te Awamutu has been responsible for many untoward happenings in the King Country.

Joking apart, however, there waa no doubt about the defeat administered by Te Awamutu players to Te Kuiti on the local green. Certainly the local players were handicapped by the absence of their oldest and most experienced skip, and there is no telling what a difference the influence of an accomplished veteran makes. It is rumoured the player in question intends taking part in the big games next season, and hopes are entertained that Te Kuiti will regain its laurels, A mushroom reputation is frequently obtained by the young and pretentious but the element necessary to the perpetuation of bowling glory, is only to be obtained from solid experience combined with enthusiasm.

It is a far cry from bowls to the Debating Society, though there is a similarity between the two institutions at times. In any case the society is of far too great importance to be coupled with any mere recreation. Those who draw inspiration straight from the fountain head of nature; who see books in the running brooks, and sermons in the stones, will readily agree with this opinion. Whether or not the bowler will agree is a different question; but it does not seem to matter now that winter is approaching. It is understood steps are to be taken to place the society in a position which will appeal to all that is good and great in the community. Who knows what giant intellect, struggling for expression, may find a sympathetic medium for ita priceless outpourings in the debates promoted by the Bociety; what great politician may in future look back upon the society as the cradle of infant ideas destined in future years to guide mankind to 'nigh and noble achievement. These are only one or two of the things which may happen through the society. There are others.

"There is no rest lor the wicked" is a very old and trite saying, and the same physical condition may safely be attributed to the sportsman. The fishing season is barely finished when shooting season bursts upon us> and certain members of the community begin to swagger round in heavy boots and a knowing smile. Every action conveys a subtle threat as to what is going to happen when the first day of the season dawns, and when opportunity occurs their familiars are regaled with stories of how the record bag was theirs in years gone bye. The slaughter of birds that takes place before the season opens is appalling, but as the performances are confined, to — the club room, or office,— exception need not be taken thereto. The weaver of fish romances is an artist, and may be relied upon to dress his anecdotes to suit all classes of company, but when the gun man begins the ordinary imagination has no chance to compete. I had intended recounting Borne strange experiences with the gun, but there i* still time in another issue before the season opens.