NEWS AND NOTES.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 1000, 24 September 1912, Page 4

NEWS AND NOTES.

The highest tide in the world is in the Bay of Fundry, between Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. The tide there sometimes rises to a height of 7 ift., and the increase is occasionally as much as a foot every five minutes.

A baroness in Belgium has been placed in a lunatic asylum as mad because she wanted to marry her coachman. If the sanity of people is to be judged by the kind of people they marry, the world is in a bad way in the upper storey.

Did the inventor contemplate this ?—‘‘There is one great advantage which a motor car has over a horse,” said a young lady who had become engaged to an enthusiastic motorist. “It doesn’t mistake the sound of a kiss for a chirrup to go faster, and compel the driver to grab the reins with both hands!”

The opinion that a girl is more suitable to fill the post of assistant clerk in local body offices is substantiated by a statement that was made at the last meeting of the Hobson County. “ The worst of a boy,” said the county, clerk, “ is that, after he has been here for three months he wants to run the whole show; he’d be the boss, and I’d be the boy.”

Repeated threats against the life of Mr John D. Rockefeller have thoroughly scared that mighty financial potentate. Mr Rockefeller is quite satisfied that those from whom the threats eminate would not scruple to murder him if they got the chance, and he is therefore determined not to take any risks. The world’s richest man has consequently provided himself with a strong bodyguard, and the estate on which he is now living is constantly under the protection of eighteen negroes, a sheriff’s party, and a squad of detectives.

“The best land I saw in America and Canada,” says Mr Frederick Cooper, who returned to Wellington from a trip to the United States and Canada last week, “is not, in my opinion, equal to the pick of the country in Canterbury or Marlborough. At any rate, I prefer New Zealand soil.”

The other day a well-known jockey and a friend thoughtlessly entered a paddock at Patea in which grazed a bull which was noted for his wicked temper. When he saw them he left the barrier in a twinkling, and an exciting chase ensued. The jockey’s friend was first to reach the fence, and naturally enough yelled to him to burry. The jockey was one of those cool-headed individuals who always have a reply ready under the most embarrassing circumstances, and on this occasion, despite his desperate situation, he would not be denied his reply. “Think I’m runnin’ a bloomin’ stoomer ?” he gasped, as he made a headlong dive through the fence just in the nick of time.