PERSONAL

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXVI, Issue 95, 26 August 1913, Page 5

PERSONAL

The relations between the Queen and Princess Christian, the King's aunt, have come almost to an open break, states a Times-Sydney Sun cable. For a couple of months the princess has been adding to her income by selling bottles of perfume made by herself at Cumberland Lodge. She has been actively aided by the Princess Patricia. The Princess has lately been putting labels on the bottles stating that the perfume comes from Cumberland Lodge. When this reached the ears of the Queen, she ordered Princess Christian to cease using such labels. Princess Christian refuses.

How often, asks the Liverpool Post, has pretty Princess Patricia of Connaught been given in marirage? Some day she will be really engaged, but all at Court know how well she would have been content to have been the wife of a certain English peer, who, however, had no wish to follow in t

path trod by the Duke of Argyll or the late Duke of Fife. Princess Patricia is one of the healthiest and nicest of English girls. Far from going in for higher education, she hardly ever reads oven a newspaper, but takes life smilingly, and her one wistful observation when yet another friend announces her approaching marriage is, "Ah, well! I shall soon he the only unattached girl of my own acquaintance."

The death of Captain Carey, late commodore of the Union Company's fleet, is announced from Sydney.

Captain W. dimming, Harbourmaster at Gisborne for the past 12 years, yesterday resigned his position as from September 30.

Mr John Barr, chief cataloguer in the Fisher Library at Sydney University, has been appointed chief librarian at Auckland city.

Mr Rowland Pickering, formerly turf editor of the Sydney Morning Herald, is dead, states a cablegram from Sydney. Mr Duncan Stout, a son of the Chief Justice, has obtained the degree of M.Sc. at London. This is the highest degree in surgery in Great Britain. No one has it in New Zealand, and only 150 have obtained it during the last 90 years. • Mr E. Jones, who has been a porter at the Stratford railway station for the past two year.;, lias received notice of transfer to To Kuiti, where ho will assumo duty in the signalbox. !• . The daughter of the Gaekwar of Baroda was married to-day (states a London cablegram). It was a picthresque wedding, with triple religious ceremonies, including the bride's admission to the Brahmin creed.

The British Parliamentary party arrived by the Makura (states an Auckland P.A. message), and were publicly welcomed at the Town Hall by the Hon. Mr Bell (Minister of Internal Affairs), representing ' the Government, Mr Parr (mayor), and Mr Myers, ■ M.P. Brief speeches in reply to the-welcome were made by Lord Emmdtt, Lord Sheffield and Mr Will Crooks. Subsequently the party were driven round the town and suburbs. They leave to-night for Itotorua, and thence proceed to Wellington.

M. Spiridinoff, a well-known Mo.-, cow millionaire, is just about to eele brute his golden wedding (says tin "Standard"). To the festivities whic. are to mark the event 200 guests have been invited. Each of these 200 peo pie received the other day a specia and appropriat card of invitation, made of pure gold. As each care weighs 20 grammes, which is rathe. less than jj-oz. avoirdupois, it follow, that the total amount of gold used is just about 91b, The metal was trans formed into these unique missives, or. which the invitation was worked in enamel by a Moscow goldsmith. Each invitation card is valued at about £6.

President Poinare, who was present at the finish of the (Jrand Prix Cycliste, the great bicycle race of the year, at the Pare des Princes (says the "Daily Express" Paris correspondent), told the winner an amusing story of his own first and only attempt to ride a bicycle. "1 have always been afraid of bicycles," he said, "but in 1892 a friend, who is now a well-known lawyer, was very anxious that I should learn to ride. He persuaded me to mount his own bicycle on a quiet, path in his garden. He helped me it.no the saddle, gave the machine a little push, and waited to see what would happen. He did not wait very long. I rolled ten yards a* goat speed, and crashed into a rose bush which had cost him £2O. The roso bush never recovered from the effects of my visit, and I have never ridden a bicycle since."