NEWS AND NOTES.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XLVIII, Issue 3728, 10 December 1927, Page 1

NEWS AND NOTES.

Every motorist has experienced the burning impatience of a tortuous journey through a mob of sheep, and many have discovered that dogs may, or may not, be of much assistance to the man behind the wheel. I tdepends on the quality of the dog and the inclination ol the drover. A drover near 1 Wanganui the other day carried in his hand what he described as “better than two dogs.” This was a kerosene tin with several stones inside it. A good shake of tile tiff, soon cleared a way through the she ep. “Is there any reason why, when a fire takes place, that the tfront

of the premises should not be cleared?” asked Cr. Goldsmith at the monthly meeting of the Levin Borough, held this week (says the Chronicle). He referred' to the Peopled Theatre, and said that there was a lot of charcoal and old iron lying about, which became strewed about the footpath. Children used the charcoal to draw caricatures of the Mayor and councillors on the footpath and these were not very Uaftering portraits (laughter). The Council decided to instruct the building inspector to see that the front of the structure is made safe.

The old cry of “Hold your] horse, sir,” lias evidently given way to “Watch your car, sir.” It was stated at a meeting of the Wellington •ffmkmiobile dub -that a man had undertaken the task of watching motorists’, ears at night. He did not levy a stipulated fee, but accepted donations. It was stated that so long as the man mentioned did not not ask for money the City Council could not prevent him from watching motorists’ cars. “Does lie become responsible for the loss of the cars?" asked a member. “Not at all,” lie was assured. “We must do something,” said another member. “Cars are disappearing off the streets every day in the week. Eighteen cars were reported stolen in a week in Aucklasd.”

It is the opinion of a trio of train travellers who got off the train at Gore to refresh themselves the other night on the way to Invercargill, that the ladies’ cars are not an unmixed blessing (states the Southland Times). Just as they were halfway through their tea, the whistle blew. They being Scotchmen, finished their tea and dashed on to the platform. The train had begun to move. One of the three hopped on the rear platform of a carriage; the other two were just going to jump on to the platform of the carriage next in order, when to their horror, they realised that it was a ladies’ carriage, and there was no platform! Unwisely, they decided to wait for the next carriage. By the time that reached them the train was going at a good speed. Their troubles were increased when the gate of the platform was found to be hard to open, when one hadto run by the side of it. When at last they found] themlseljvles safe and sound on the train, they decided that the half-cup of tea wasn’t worth the trouble.