ROAD MAKING EXTRAORDINARY.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVII, Issue 1484, 11 December 1915, Page 2

ROAD MAKING EXTRAORDINARY.

(To the Klitor.) Sir, —When the exigencies of business, the worry of war, the vicissitudes of race horses, leave one a shattered nervous wreck —go to Foxton ! Thus it was that, in search of that peace after which the soul hungers, I arrived last night and was glad to notice on raising my blind this morning that due notice has been taken ol my arrival, for in the street below me a merry gang of tar boys were engaged in a game entirely new to me but comical, nevertheless. One had a large barrel from which he drew copious draughts of black tar, stone cold. This he dumped in any convenient hole in the roadway. Another, evidently belonging to the opposing army, came along with a huge broom and s wept it out again and then walked through it! A third, probably a neutral inspired with a desire to pour oil on troubled waters, scattered sand to the four winds of heaven. When, incidentally in the caperings, they came across a boulder, they threw itou the footpath. Pedestrians, catching them on their favourite bunions, moved them back into the gutter. Persons attempting to cross the street carried tar into all the shops and dwellings in town. Mine host of the hotel was angry. He says they are road making but he is a prosaic soul, unblessed with that sense of humour which is the salt of life. I interviewed one of the chief performers, a black-nosed merry rascal with a peace emblem on his cap—-a gift from Noah Ford—by the name of “ Billy.” He told me the idea originated in the fertile imagination of the borough engineer, evidently a man of many parts. Many other things he told me ot this person “ until the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew,” Please, MrFditor, when next you have a sensation like this in your town, write, wire or telephone,—Yours, etc.,

Munga Taii’O