PEEPS AT THE PASSING SHOW

NZ Truth, Issue 1195, 25 October 1928, Page 6

PEEPS AT THE PASSING SHOW

"POST of living down," says a writer. 'All depends on what has to be lived down. ' . # *■ THERE'S* no fun like work," says a A doctor. In fact, there's no, resemblance whatever. * ■ # . ' ■*'■.■' OFTEN a man judges a woman by her footwear." He gets right down to the sole. ' •• * « .. , . MANY beach flappers put on too many airs." , Well, they must wear something! R' EPORTEI) . that "Hansard" is not called for so much as it used to be. The demand' for fiction is falling off! DEFENDANT, m Magistrate's Court: "What right had the "neighbors 'to interfere m purely private fights ?" How sacred is the right to scrap In one dear spot upon the map — To black an eye, or crack a dome, There is no place, no place like home. Let not the neighbors pry and peer Or cops call round to interfereThough far m search of stoush we roam, . There is no place for it like. hornet.

iimiiiiiimiiimiiiiiiiiiiii iiiimiiiimiiimiiiiiiiiimiiinmmiiii miiiiiiiiiH ETERNAL vigilance is the price of not owning a motor-car. '■.■■« * . * ■» WITH flappers and sheikhs, beachparading is merely a matter of form. * * * FROM a novel: "She drew tears to ■» his. tears . . " Must have known her onions! * * .* • "DRETTY panties' with a trousseau * air," a* Dunedin firm advertises. In other words, '-thin air"! * * .' ' * "pGG W r eck" is the latest suggestion. ■'- 4 Much, it is understood, is expected of the lay- preachers. *# ■ * FASHION note for men this summer: 'Open collars are the neck's beat thing. ■ # ■ » ■ # LONDON cable: "Loud jumped from the machine at a height of 150 ft. The Sultan, who was robed In red and gold and was wearing a green turban, jumped up, stretched out his arms, and cried out m horror. The horrorstricken bandmaster started ' a gay tune and drowned the, cries while the ambulance removed the bodies and the crowd departed." — Ugh l .- Those stout and crayfish suppers!.