AMUSEMENTS.
THE MAYOR OF TINY TOWN.
A queer little cnap is Hayati Hassid, the Mayor of Tiny Town, who will appear at the Town Hall on Wednesday with the Tiny Town Company. A Turk by birth, and 56 years of age, he looks the part of an elderly gentleman as he struts about the stage. Though less than three feet in height he is perfectly formed _in every respect, and except for bis stature, bo is just tho usual stamp of a nun in; age, addicted to comfortable chairs, and possibly an occasional whisky and soda! The present is his first visit to New Zealand, although lie has been in almost every other country under --.e sun. Although he is so small, tho rest of his family' 'are abov*e‘ the' dVcSn'igo size. He is small enough to sleep in a dress basket. He says he much prefers one to an ordinary v bed, as he finds it much warmer. He doesn't notice being small. “You see,” be says, “I have always been the same. It" would seem funny to me if all the people in tho world were reduced to rny height.” Hayati, in his capacity of Mayor of Tiny To\vu, has groat ideas of the way the affairs of a city should lie conducted. In Sydney recently he had the misfortune to cross a muddy street. There was not much mud when judged by the standard ol an ordinary foot, But it was sufficient to reach to Hayati’s ankles. “Ah!” he said, “if I were Mayor of Sydney, 1 would make my men keep the streets clean!” Hayati has his lighter moments, however, in which he sings comic songs in several languages. At both entertainments in Stratford on Wednesday ho will appear in some of his comic numbers.
BERNARD’S PICTURES
His Majesty’s Theatre pictures continue to draw increasingly big bouses. To-night the audience at His Majesty’s will find some capital dramatisations; the topical films are also good, whilst the merry-makers are frequent and excellent. “The Assigned Servant” is an Australian convict drama, and “You lie mem her Ellen,” is a dramatisation of Tom Moore’s great Irish poem. The picture of a “Lignite Mine at Unix” n a film of high educational value, and gives a splendid insight into the manner of mining, handling, and transporting of this powerful explosive. The blasting of a solid pillar of lignite by a charge of dynamite is most impressive, and gives some idea of the dangers of the underground life. “Homo Folks” is a drama of high order and much simple pathos. The pathetic nature of the story is relieved by the touch of humour lent by a sim-ple-minded and affectionate husband, who mistakenly resents the affectionate greeting of his wife and her brother (the wandering son).
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIV, Issue 32, 1 October 1912, Page 5
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464AMUSEMENTS. Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIV, Issue 32, 1 October 1912, Page 5
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