PERSOANL PARS.

NZ Truth, Issue 75, 24 November 1906, Page 1

PERSOANL PARS.

The Hon. 'Jimmy'Carroll is reported to be recovering from his recent illness very satisfactorily up m his own cbuntry m Poverty Bay. The "-Times" says Jim was run down from overwork. Now who smiled?

Har^y Pearce, the champion wrestler, returned from showing at the Zibishun. on Monday, and left again on Tuesday morning, with his party,, to exhibit "ajt the Hawer a Show. The man of muscle and skill appeared to be m better health than he has since his return from Englan.tr, and said he felt that way, too. His exhibition of ju-jitsu, or. Japanese wrestling, is the main drawing Card of Pearce's show. 1 * • * .-..■•

A very peculiar case af disappearance is reported from Miramar. It is that of a young man named F. P. McAleer (24), who was "baching" out there, with an old one, and whose relatives also reside m the seaside suburb. Seriousness is added to his c vanishment by the persistent' rumors that prior to it McAleer had a bit/ter ■qxiarrel with another man, over" family matters, and i\hat ' threats were used. The young fellow has not been seen by anyone since Tuesday night week, when he left-New-town to walk home.

Sir Richard Baker, who represented 'the Australian Commonwealth at the Exhibit-km, says he did not see one unemployed nor did he notice any illdressed people or beggary. If Sir Richard had asked Mr Munro or one of his henchmen how he got on for labor, he would have been told that 1 dozens of. applicants for all classes of labor had to 'be turned away. Anyhow, did he expect to find the'unemployed, the ill-dressed and the beggars lined up m the "big main building as- an exhibit ? . .

Sam Rowley, "the little man with the big voice," writes from Los Angeles, CaL, under date October 2, to state that he is doing well and making big money. He was 'with "Fischer's All Star Musical Comedy Co." playing Tanglefoot Boozer, a lawyer m a pieoe called "Our Circus Queen," arid his song "Have you seen my Brother Charlie," and. his whole performance were highly spoken of by the local papers, one of which published Sam's portrait. Rowley says m his letter to a member of the staff 'of this paper, that he still hankers for a' sight of sunny Sydney; and will pay her a visit about the middle of next year,. but must go .back to the land of the stars and stripes, 'as he has work ahead for years. "I do all American work now," he adds, "patter, songs and everything."

William Stevenson Aickin, the Auckland broker who has been convicted of threatening to kill Premier Ward, seams to have gone the way of most people who set m to work drastic reform or to champion a cause single-handed. "The Knight of the • Rueful Countenance" . was undoubtedly mad m his 'burlesque tiltings and like that marvellous, creation of Cervantes are such men as Lionel Terry and Willie Aickdn. The latter has. refused to give parole, and says he'll live and die m gaol rather than submit to the 20 mile limit imposed by Judge Edwards. Aickin, as the writer remenrbers him from boyhood to some 19, years ago. was about the last man who would be suspected of becoming a Utopian crank. Refined, gentlemanly, modest and somewhat conservative m manner and opinions, he seemed about the least likely man m the province to became a fanatic and tilt at windmills.

Some people have as much' tact as the prize boar of a show— and as little— or they'd never butt m. the way they do and make themselves look like fifteen ha'pence. An instance of tactlessness was given by Mr Edgar Wyiie, secretary of the N.Z.R.U., at the smoker on Wednesday night, when he dragged m the matter of the blackguardly treatment of the Press by the Union, and, while endeavoring to extenuate it, brazenly censured the Press (meaning, of course, "Truth") for having m xhat connection' adversely criticised individuals (meaning obviously Neil Galbraith). Mr Wylie 's remarks were received m chilling silence, save for a sickly '"ear 'ear" from Jack King and a faint " 'ear," later o n, from G-ran'ma Murray.' The "indefatigable secretary" had confidently expected a furore of applause and his speech was no doubt marked m the manuscript "Wait for cheers, " and so on, for he repeatedly did just that. But the room full of footballers sat m frigid silence, plainly indicating where their sympathies lay. As to Galbraith, the sickly, disconcerted look on his classic chiv would have been intensely amusing if it had not excited pity .even for him, the archoutracer of the amenities . How he must have inwardly cursed the tactless Wvlie for placing: him m such an irmntninus Jipht before the crowd he fancies himself a diotator among X

Mr Hearst, candidate for tfie Go*» ernorship of New York .State, spent;, £51,000 during j the election campaign. His opponent, who .beat him, spent £124 only. The dollar m Ame^ rica must be losing, some of its aX mightiness. "

Mr Nelson Illingwortb, who receniilv returned from 'the South, after see* inerhis splendid bust of the late Premier properly, installed m the Exhibition, has resumed his labors m his improvised studio m the museum building. After executing a few comr .< missions here, including some Maori studies, Mr Illingworth intends making a tour of India. r

Those chubby and pretty darlings, Ttye Clarence Sisters,- are still doing well m America. They forward to a member of the N.Z. /'Truth" staff a copy of. the Milwaukee -(Wis.) •'Sentinel" of September 28, m which their specialty turn, m a musical burlesque entitled, "The Land of Nod,'* is \ highly eulogised and it is added "their act . was so often demanded that they became almost exhausted." These . clever and charming Sydney girls have done wonderfully well ever since they invaded the States some two years ago or more, ,and have never- been out of an engagement, and they seem to have made good m thq foam-foundry city. >

Self-depreciation.-" is very rare among lawyers ; they are *ene rally burdened with an overweanihe; conceit which permeates and races all over them, from the longest hair 'in their heads to the biggest toes of their feet. But Barrister Donnelly, of Ohristchurch. isn't built quite dn that design. When concluding his .iddress tp a jury, t'other afternoon ha saM, with a sigh, of apology, //that perhaps he -had been too verbose m placing his defence before the uiw— taHen up too much of their* valuable tinW-he might not have Keen- so precise and concise as tie could wish, but he wasn't so jiifted as some lawyers m that respect. Now, Donnelly, has said something like this tefore, and he mustn't do such tjhinss. There is no need for self-depreciation m Ml case : he does exceedingly well for his clients, and Rets results they don't expect sometimes.

There is a fine fat scandal up Hawke's Bay way, ov^rthe fact that a railway workshop hand has administered a fearful hiding ; , to his boss. It seems that the boss is a. sort' of town bull and made a hobby of visits ing., among other women,, the wife of his subordinate, during working hours. . Hubby got a broad hint -and one tjay when he saw the boss oh a train.' that would stop; at the small outly-: ing township where he {the workshop, hadld) lived, he hopped /o^tblus b'ik<^ and sped ■ home at a pace . that, if hi? could keep it up, would win him any r road race m the world. He arrived at. his home before the visitor and l awaib-, ed his arrival. Sure enough the 1 boss (■who is a man who has a grown-up" family and even grandchildren) . soon tapped at the door, but his dismay may be better imagined than described, when it was opened by the master of the house instead of the "mis v tress." What followed is tq,Q. painful to put into cold type. Suffice it .to. say .that the boss has since gone about minus his store ..teeth and plus a' complete eclipse of one eye. What. ihe outraged husband did to his false wife has not transpired.

A brother of Mr David Ashet, who died suddenly m Ingestre-street, on Saturday evening, was for years, like the '.deceased, a crank on fire-fighting. •He formed the Auckland Fire Brigade as far back as the sixties and made himself famous on one occasion: A regular municipal brigade was organized, m the early seventies and the rivalry between. Asher's volunteers and the paid team was ired-hot, so much so that it cost Auckland its beautiful new Custom. house and Post Office, which was completely burnt out.i A fire was chewing up Bucholz' and '■ other warehouses m Fort-street and 'cinders ignited the roof of the Custom-house across the way. Harry, Parker (for many years of H.M.C. and nn ardent Captain of naval yolun,arig|it) captain of the oppositioji briaright, captain of the opposition brigade, climbed up and beseeched Ashec to pass him up the hose. A few buckets, of water would have sufficed to save. But Asher and Parker had furiously quarrelled, earlier, over Retting into each other's way, divided authority, etc.. and Asher announced that he'd be damned before he'd let Parker handle his hose. He was too fat and dumpy to clamber up. himself, and before v another hose could be brought across the whole roof, .burst into flames and the fine new building was doomed. Harry Asher, manager of Mick Simmons' big tobacconist business m Oxford-street, Sydney, arid also "relieving" manager, for the many others, and formerly a Waikato. storekeeper, is a son of that Asher Asher and a ae,nhew of the deceased