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Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXI, Issue 504, 6 November 1909, Page 3

A special feature that must not be missed at the Palmerstod Show, will be the finest collection oi Pianos and Organs ever got together, and the wonderful Pianola. See outside stall taken by Mr Wesley Woolhouse for the British and Continental Piano Co. — Advt.

A good deal of amusement was caused in the Anglican Synod (says the Dunedin Star) by the vehemence with which Mr A. M. Barnett (of Oamaru) opposed a motion to allow women the right to vote at parish meetings. Mr Barnett did not hesitate to say that the State’s concession of the right to women had caused men to pander with the women’s vote, and his last argument was a perfect thunder of convincement: “Men are ruled by the women ; you send to your General Synod the chancellor of a university which endows a chair to teach women how to use a camp oven,” There was a general explosion at this.

A clergyman was walking through the outskirts of his parish one evening, when he saw one of his parishioners very busy whitewashing his cottage. The parson, pleased at these somewhat novel signs of cleanliness called out, “ Well, Jones, I see you’re making your house nice and smart.” With a mysterious air, Jones, who had recently taken the cottage, descended from the ladder, and slowly walked to the hedge which separated 'the garden from the road. “ That’s not ’xactly the reason why I’m adoiug this ’ere job,” he whispered ; “ but the last two couples as lived in this ’ere cottage ’ad twins ; so I says to my missus, I’ls take an’ whitewash the place so as there may’nt be no infection.

All who are in need of summer dress goods, smart linens, muslins, prints, etc', should not fail to call at Mrs Hamer’s, Main Street, where large reductions are being made all round, on account of the extensive alterations and additions to be effected to premises. For stylish and up-to-date millinery, at low figures, you cannot do better han call at the Economic. Mrs Hamer has also a wonderful and varied stock of children’s bonnets, etc. —See advt. The Rev. F. W. Isitt told a Christchurch reporter that the No-License Party regards its present prospects as the brightest it has ever had. “It believes,” he said, “ that it has reasonable grounds for hoping for Parliamentary concessions in accordance with the enormous advance in its vote. Whether these concessions will be given next session or not is another matter, but we certainly think that we have a right to expect something from this Parliament, on the score of the preponderance of the no-license vote. At last election the Government vote was 147)000. The nolicense vote was 221,000. The number of votes given for all successful members of Parliament on both sides of the house was 233,000. The total vote on the Parliamentary issue, for all candidates, successful or unsuccessful, was 410,000. The total vote on the .licensing issue was 414,000, and the no-license majority over the continuance vote was 33)33* • We therefore think that we have reason to look forward with hopefulness.” A beautiful assortment ot electroplate goods, brooches, engagement rings, etc., at Parkes’ jewellery 'gtablishment. Main St.*

Your pick of summer dress fabrics at G. H. Stiles’ for is gd per yard, usual price up to 4s nd.*

The youth of Oxford has tor some time refrained from inventing sayings attributed to the esteemed, warden of one of its colleges (writes Sir Henry Lucy in the Sydney' Morning Herald), These are known as “ portmanteau words,” and can be turned out by the score by the process of transposing syllables. Perhaps the most popular relates to the warden turning up in chapel one Sunday morning and finding his seat occupied. “ I beg your pardon,” he whispered in the ear of the intruder, “but you are occupewing my py?” “Occupying my pew ” was of course what he had at heart to say. In addition to other attractions, the warden is short-sighted, and liable to consequent error. Thus, at the dinner-table his neighbour’s hand resting on the cloth, he stuck his fork in it, smilingly remarking, “My bread, I think.” The latest also happened at dinner. His neighbour, an absolutely bald man, stooped to pick up his serviette. As his head slowly rose to a view the warden said, “No melon, thank you. ’ ‘