THE NATIONAL MESSENGER

NZ Truth, Issue 1193, 11 October 1928, Page 6

THE NATIONAL MESSENGER

THE intimate mysteries 1 of a schoolboy's satchel are pale fruit beside the 1 many intriguing fragments of geysers, flora, quinnat salmon, oyster beds and numerous other New Zealand thingummies which are tucked away m the bulky knapsack of Arthur H. Messenger, chief publicity officer of our watch-pocket dominion. • Not so many hundred evenings ago, we sat m pur most-favored flickerhouse and suffered our patriotic sensibilities to be gorged with a heavy meal of foreign geography. - Again metaphorically, we sat m the same seat a few nights ago, lapped a fill of our own country's thermal, rural and. mural attributes — and felt much satisfaction thereat. Later, over the coffee and waffles, we talked of the man who had spent 60 many hours preparing the national publicity meal, with the conclusion that there is scarcely one other man who has done so much to fill the inner recesses of. our nationhood with so many comforting thoughts about the unqualified merit of our own land. He is the harbinger of our self-respect; the crier of our geographical virtues; a Messenger alive with the blessed faculty for a tactful dissemination of all; that is beautiful m a remarkable little country, that the world mky know,:and, knowing, will sit upon our doorsteps, enjoying the fresh, free company of the outdoors. Messenger, m .sooth, with a message for the world to hear.