NEWS AND NOTES.

Manawatu Herald, Volume L, Issue 3940, 9 May 1929, Page 4

NEWS AND NOTES.

Arthur Knight, a young man who was mo tor-cycling, collided with a car in Lincoln road, Christchurch, .on Saturday evening and suffered a compound fracture of the right thigh and a broken right arm. In addition, his right foot was almost severed at the ankle and had to be amputated. With the increasing use of aircraft a new need arises in the form of a sky sign for towns (remarks the Taranalki “Herald”). On their way from Auckland in the Marlborough Aero Club’s Moth, Captain •Chandler and Mr. C. A. McDonald, after flying down the coast in thick rain, came upon Waitara. Realising that it was not ibig enough for New Plymouth, they tried to identify it from the air, and dived down low over the railway station, but failed to discover a name. Next they flew over the main street low enough to read the name of a leading hotel, hut nothing by which they could identify the place. Finally they decided from their map that it was Waitara, but not before ■most of the town’s populace had poured itself into the streets to watch the ’plane wheih had appeared so suddenly.

Has it ever occurred to you to go down on your knees to bless the man who made the first round thing? There is nothing truly round in Nature (says a writer in the Auckland Star). Think of the games in which the basis is a ball —marbles, tennis, football (never mind about the egg game), billiards, polo, hockey, lacrosse, racquets, golf, etc. —and croquet. The question at the croquet tourney was: “Is croquet a man’s game,” and the answer was the following story: A titled Englishman came to New Zealand to indulge in his passion for croquet. He, with other distinguished people, played it on a green contiguous to one whereon bowlers disported. Bowlers, as you know, are people who play what is to them the only game ( on earth. The titled eroquetist carried with him a silken jacket which he assumed when the strenuous exercise had heated him. Crossing the green in the vicinity of the bowling green, lie dropped this garment. A howler called, “Hey, sir! Excuse me, you’ve dropped your petticoat!”