LOCAL AND GENERAL.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVIV, Issue 48, 1 February 1916, Page 6

LOCAL AND GENERAL.

For some unexplained reason, the usual batch of cable messages from the various fronts lias not come to hand to-day. If there is cable interruption, it must lie outside New Zealand, as the iocai telegraph author! ties report that their hues are in working order. Motorists are complaining freely regarding the bad state of the road between Stratford and Midhirst and the hope is expressed that some very necessary work on this stretch may be speedily put in hand. Weather Forecast.—-The indications are for northerly moderate to strong winds prevailing. Expect warm and sultry weather, with dull weather and much mist aiid fog in parts. Rain probable. Barometer falling.—Bates, Wellington. This morning, when I drew my wage and stepped upon the street, there came a girl of chicken age, with dazzling smile and sweet. “My friend,” she said, “across the seas, the wounded soldiers wail; their legs were shot off at the kneeSj and they are short of kale. Dig up the coin you’ve labored for,” the lovely damsel bogs, “and buy some lie Vo of the war a brace of wooden legs.” \V hen such a human buttercup waylays a world-worn gent, that gent can only loosen up, and try to look content. Before I’d gone a. hundred feet I met another maid, with eyes so bright and smile so sweet, she made the first one fade. She seized me by the button-hole, and cried, “Well met, old scout. I’m sure you have a goodly roll; this being true, shell out! The ladies of the Uplift Guild would help the Eskimo, who is so poor he has to build his bungalow of snow. We’d build for them a thousand huts upon the modern plan, so kindly spring no Mi's’ or ‘huts,’ but “cough up like a man.” I do not care a dozen whoops about those far-off jays, ndi care in w'hat design of coops they have to spend their days. But when a lovely, smiling peach would help those greasy lads, a mortal man can only reach down in his jeans for scads. In other days the women old went round and passed the hat, and found their victims stern and cold—up man would fall for that. An ancient dame with grizzled hair, and shapeless frame and bent, might dog my footsteps everywhere—she couldn’t get a cent. But now the lovely maidens take the warpath every day, and even hardened tight-wacls quake, and yield the right of wav The daughters of the horseleech rise, and camp upon my trail. lv detestable influence of Germanism with pearly teeth and starry eyes, and always got the kale.

Alan D. Cuff, Simplex -Motor Carone. has been appointed sole agent for the’Ford motor car, and has an important announcement m our advertising columns addressed to those interested in cars and car repairs.