BIG ART UNION PRIZE.

Shannon News, 30 June 1925, Page 3

BIG ART UNION PRIZE.

WINNER ELIDES DEALERS. “I have no gilt-edged securities nor stock in Aerial Railways, Ltd., to sell, nor motor-cars, nor houses, nor patent trouser-hangers, nor stain removers—” *‘l am sorry, but Mr. Sandford is out.” the Christchurch "Hun” reporter's hopes were dashed considerably. But lie began on the trail. Mr. F. Sandford, winner of the Gigantic Art Union’s first prize, worth fIOOO, left home on Wednesday, but not for work. He put liis collar and tie on. but not his hat. . . . One couldn’t .persuade Mr. Sandford to ' wear a hat. There were presages of inconvenience in the shape of knocks I

at the hoor, and thought it prudent for Mrs. Sandford and himself to l be missing for a day. When the trail ended, the lucky one extended the hand of hospitality,- and , grinned. “Three motor-car dealers and four house-agents were waiting for m e before !) a.ni. yesterday. I was out.” He Avreathed his face Avith good-na-tured smiles, and shook his lGst in a hearty laugh. “It’s going under the old dickctydock,” he said, in answer to a query. • il 6 Un man: Well ,the first £IOOO is the hardest to get. You will become a bloated capitalist now. Mr. Sandford (thoughtfully) A year hence—! The reporter: Hoav about a ticket in Tatt’s” with you ? You re on,” said the lucky one.

“It’s ■Tatt's' " J The reporter is living in hopes. “Lucky! No. 1 went to the races only once, and 1 Avon. But I take tickets in art unions whenever it's a good cause, and I have the wherewithal on me. Racing isn’t one of my favourite amusements. 1 picked on no system. I just passed across the cash and took the first ticket. “It didn’t feel like anything in particular to win £IOOO. I said to Mrs. Sandford, on Monday, as we came home from the theatre: ‘We’ll knoAT all about it to-morrow morning!’ Yesterday morning I called at Mr. R. BroAvning’s office, and everything is [all right.” ! j Mr. Sandford is a man of many laughs. He suffers from incurable good humour and a rush of teeth to the face. And beyond a day off on the strength of the Avia, he wishes for nothing better than £IOOO under the clock and going back to Avork to-mor-row. White.