LETTERS TO THE EDITOR

Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 9, Issue 508, 24 February 1920, Page 2

LETTERS TO THE EDITOR

CHAMBER OF COMMERCE CRITICISM. Sh\—From your report of the last Borough Council meeting, the members appear to feel annoyed at the remarks made by the members of the Chamber of Commerce re Pukekohe Borough affairs. The ability of the councillors was not questioned, but the want of early application of the abilities tlUy are credited with posstessing is too much in evidence. It is very gratifying that after being nine months in office the loan proposals are coming to light, and I trust that they will be able to put their proposals before the ratepayers in such a form that will prove acceptable. I would like to draw the attention of our worthy Mayor to the fact that an energetic head makes an efficient staff. R. F. WEBSTER, Pres. P.C. of C.

THE ABANDONED ELECTR|>AL EXTENSION SCHEME. * V

Sir,—The ratepayers of Pukekohe can congratulate themselves that the Borougfc Council has abandoned. its wild-cat proposaJ*,*o extend the borough lighting 'system to the world's end, as a resultfof the Chamber of Commerce's actio% Naturally, Mayor Lawrie did not relish the reverse. He is evidently attempting to cultivate a vertebra. The council's "drum-beater" is in a different position, but, in again getting in the last "sound," he maintained the one successful operation of his life, for history tells us "Jack" blew into Pukohe, in its early days, beating the . "Big army drum." "Where perhaps some beauty lies, "The Cy«osure of neighbouring eyes." But "Jack's" one ambition in life was to emulate his namesake, "Jack , of the Beanstalk,' so he planted a "bean," and, strange to say, that beanstalk had its head in the sky before "Jack" realised what he had put . upon himself. Nevertheless he determined to come down "very early" some morning, and, like his predecessor, make an attempt to climb that beanstalk. Jack one day really did get on the job, but the stalk was very straight, and the sun was very hot, and to get even to the lowest branches required more continuous effort than Jack could produce, so, unlike his predecessor, he never climbed that stalk, never killed that naughty "giant," road-by the-hea, therefore never got his gold; but every time that naughty giant gets near the beanstalk, Jack, from his kerbstone position—supported by his verandah post—loves to shoot his puny darts from his big blowpipe to keep that hory-headed old Roadby the-lea in subjection, and, in spite of all the "grey matter," commonly called brains, Jack possesses, he has, up to this, failed to understand why his darts do not stick in old Road-by the-lea but invariably come hustling back, often with serious results to Jack, "poor old Jack." One feels rather sorry for Jack, because whenever that old sinner of a giant sees Jack—on his kerbstone-cum-verandah-post coign of vantage—fitting a dart, that naughty giant presents a part of his anatomy, covered with chainarmour, as a mark. Consequently, although the target is quite distinct, Jack's untrained "brain-matter" prevents him understanding why they fail to stick. Jack is also a member of the Borough Council; he won a by-electiOT by two votes. What an awful lot of harm two votes can do sometimes! GIANT ROAD-BY-THE-LEA.