A FAMILY’S RECORD.

Shannon News, 2 June 1924, Page 4

A FAMILY’S RECORD.

OWN CARS WORT H £20,000,

Time was when the- aristocracy was content to trace its' descent back through several centuries as proof of its j existence. To-day it measures the standing of vita members by the number of sheep, cattle, shares or cars they own. Possession, of roughly £20,000 worth of macliirieslmust therefore guarantee the Arnott'family, of Sydney, a front bench in life. For where the ordinary man is satisfied to make a hobby of collecting beetles or pot-plants, the Biscuit Kings fill their garages with high-bred cars (says Smith’s Weekly). In between spells of looking for the name an every bißcuit, the Arnott family spend their surplus energy on a fleet of Rolls Royce cars. “Wally” Arnott has his crest —a Sao rampart on a field' of arrowroot-- l on two such machines; J. M. Arnirtti has two, and Colonel Arnott one. Whether' or not the ears have been dieted with orange slices only their owners know, but years of running have failed to wear them out. As a change from the dignified leviathans of the road. “Wally” Arnott invests in a new Hudson or Essex every now and then. His first Hudson was bought jqst before the motor show of three years back,- and looked so well in , its special sports body that he was pre- • vailed up to allow it to be included in Dalgety’s exhibit. While standing by admiring- his awn purchase, a young salesman 1 bustled up and started to sell him one of the cheapest lines of cars on the market. ; pointing a deprecatory finger- at the glittering exhibit confronting them, he declared: "Only, a Biscuit King could afford to run a six-cylinder job like that. You don’t want a huge, lumbering ineat-wagan. You, look the sort of rimn who could just about buy one of our cars at £250 —er, what name did you aay?” Coloiiel Arnott grows quite poetic over his latest Rolls. Rhapsodising over its smooth, untroubled running to a club audience recently, he told how on a record Katoomba-Sydney trip the macninc expressed the i true poetry af motion. ; This announcement made the listen, ers sit up and take notice. They expressed a desire to be driven home in . the super cart "Oh ; ” apologised‘the Colonel, “you see, I've left it at home to-day and brought along the little bus; But riding in-this one’s all damn motion and no poetry!” There’s at least one advantage in the Arnetts permitting nothing but the bluest blood in their auto stable. It eliminates the risk of their being mistaken for biscuit tins when, parked outside the factory.