IN TOWN AND OUT

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 17, 11 April 1927, Page 4

IN TOWN AND OUT

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NOTES Mrs. Graham Cooper, of Wellington, is the guest of her sister, Mrs. F. Pickering at Mount Albert. Mr. and Mrs. C. A. Lick, of America, are staying at the Grand Hotel. * c * Mr. and Mrs. Heskeveitch, of Sydney, are guests at the Grand Hotel. Mr. and Mrs. Hutchings, of Auckland, are at present visiting Greymouth. Mrs. Wynyard, of Wellington, is the guest of her sister, Miss Binney, Remuera. Mrs. A. V. Davis, of Wellington, is in Auckland at present. * * * Mr. and Mrs. Nicholls, of England, have left for a visit to Wellington. Mr. and Mrs. Alex Henderson, of Merivale Avenue, Epsom, leave tomorrow for a visit to Christchurch, where they will spend Easter. * # * Miss Loadsman, of Johannesburg, South Africa, is touring New Zealand, and left Wellington recently for a visit to Mount Egmont. Later she will go to National Park, Rotorua and Auckland. Miss Loadsman is very interested in social service - of all kinds, and was much impressed while in Wellington with the work that is being done among young delinquents at Point Hal swell Borstal. * * * Mrs. Leslie Averill, of Christchurch, is at present staying with.her mother, Mrs. E. Roberton, of Remuera. Mrs. A. Mills has returned to Auckland after visiting Wellington and Chirstchurch.

Mrs. J. Kenderdine and Miss E. Ivenderdine have returned from a visit to Wellington and Wanganui. * * *

Miss Ethnc Lloyd, who was the guest of Mrs. T. Lowry, Hawkes Bay, has returned to Auckland.

Mr. and Mrs. H. P. Kissling and Miss Kissling return to-morrow from a motor tour of the South Island. * sit *

Lady Wolseley, of Sydney, is at present visiting AupWand, .She is staying at the Royal Hotel. '’* * * :

Dr; and Mrs. Seagarall, of Te Awamutu, are among the guests at the Central Hotel. m • * *

Mr. and Mrs. 6. R. Farrar, of Napier, are staying at the Star Hotel. Hi * sit

Mr., and Mrs.- J. Keith, of Stratford, England, are staying at the-Hotel Carsen - .* * * V;

Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Hopkins, of Morrinsville, are guests at the Central Hotel.

Mr. and Mrs. M. D. McGoun, of Wellington, are at Cargen.

Mr. and Mrs. G. K. Raymond of Sydney, are visitors to Auckland and are at the Central Hotel. Mrs. A. Carty, of Sydney, is a guest at Cargen.

Mr. and Mrs. J. Russell, of Whangarei, are at present staying at the Commercial Hotel.

The Misses G. and S. Bell, of Sydney are staying at the Hotel Cargen.

Miss C. Maxted and Miss J. B. Kidd, of Thames, are guests at the Commercial Hotel.

Mrs. Trevor Tully, of .Sydney, is a visitor to Auckland and is staying at the Hotel Cargen.

Mrs. A. C. Dickieson, of Wellington, is staying at the Commercial Hotel. Mrs. W. A. Gray, of Sydney, is a guest at the Hotel Cargen.

Mrs. Barker is a Gisborne visitor to Auckland and is staying at the Grand Hotel. ...

Mrs. 11. D. Baxter, of Sydney, is at present staying at the Hostel Cargen.

Mrs. Sydney Ingram, of Sydney, is at present visiting Auckland and is staying at the Royal Hotel.

Mr. and Mrs. H. J. Hymes, of New Plymouth, art; among the guests at the Central Hotel.

Mr. and Mrs. M. B. Mander, of Gisborne, are staying at the Hotel Cargen.

Mr. and Mrs. T. E. Taylor and Miss Taylor, of Melbourne, are staying at Cargen.

Mrs. Robert McLean, of Palmerston North, is in Auckland and is staying at the Star Hotel.

Mr. and Mrs. M. Napier, of’ Melbourne, are guests at the Central Hotel.

Mr. and Mrs. Overton Smith, of Rotorua, are staying at the Star Hotel.

Captain and Mrs. Humphrey Davis, of Cleveland, Ohio, who were staying at the Grand Hotel, have taken a fiat in town and will spend some time in Auckland.

Miss F. Blake is a Taranaki visitor to Auckland and is staying at Cargen. Miss B Allen, of Sydney, is among the guests at Cargen .

Dr. and Mrs. S. A. Gibbs, of Nelson, are visiting Auckland. While here they are staying at Cargen.

Mrs. Abbott, of Wingen, is staying at the Grand Hotel.

Miss G. Ogden, of Sydney, is a guest at the Hotel Cargen.

Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell are Sydney visitors to Auckland and are guests at the Grand Hotel.

Mr. and Mrs. E. J. Marams, of Timaru. are among the guests at the Royal Hotel.

Miss M. E. Scott-Miller and Miss E. W. Atkin, of Scotland, are staying at the Grand Hotel.

Mrs. F. A. Martin, of Sydney, is a guest at the Royal Hotel,

Mrs. Kenneth McCormick was the hostess this afternoon at a charming afternoon tea party in the Tudor rooms, given in honour of Mrs. Holmden. who with Dr. Holmden leaves shortly for a visit to England.

Dr. and Mrs. 11. F. Holmden entertained a number of guests on Saturday afternoon to a delightful tennis tea, on their courts. Many guests were present.

MUNDANE MUSINGS WHEN YOU ARE MOVED BY THE “MOVIES” I have been moved by the movies. You have been moved by the movies. We all have, barring - those people who are human turnips, been moved by the movies at some time. We have recalled those vivid, thrilling dreams of our childhood, when we would be a pirate or queen, or, later in our teens, a society belle or a. millionaire. We have sat enthralled, watching someone who surely is not so very much better-looking or more charming than ourselves having such a wonderful time, and, what is more, having it all the time! Yet what a difference in the lives of these people and our own. They seem to spend their time wearing wonderful cloth and drinking champagne at fashionable restaurants, or, equally wonderfully clothed, dancing the latest Charleston at some night club, or being made ardent love to by some exquisite creature whilst an orchestra playfe romantically. Or, if they are not doing any qf these things, they are battling with fate in various “hell’s kitchens,” and being falsely accused of theft and murder—and coming out finally on top.

And we, who are not, however mode.st we may be, so unlike them, as we know, spend our lives washing and cooking, and nursing, and working, and sewing—and that is all. No champagne for us, no white lights and bright nights, no titled lovers, and no falselyaccused heroes. All we get are socks with the most enormous holes in them to darn, and plates to wash up, and beds to make, and cami-knicks to mend. And not a thrill out of the whole lot! And when the movies are over we. come out into the dark, cold street, blinking after the glaring light on the screen, feeling how unfair and absurd it all is, and not -wanting one bit to go home. AVe feel ready for anything, any lark, or adventure, or excitement that comes along—and as though, if we got a chance, we could step right out of our rut for good and all. Y’et all the time our feet are leading us home to the familiar hall door, and, once inside, we lose all our enthusiasm and settle down to just jog along. I am not, of course, suggesting that we ought not to go home, but should gallop off to hunt for a night club, where they will let us in and accord us the privilege of spending our last halfpenny on wine, or forego to pay the butcher next day and invent in a pair of brocade evening shoes. No! But it .is- a pity we cannot keep our enthusiasm to have a better time alight, and . sustain the feeling that our rut is;-not so deep that we could not get Quit of It if we choose. Not get out of it in; order to emulate the life of a cinema star, but in order to have a more interesting existence —to live instead- of -vegetate. For if only we could go on feeling like this, I am sure it would come true —something would turn up, some opportunity, someone would, come to our help.

But while we are in a rut nothing can, and no one will—that is flat. Buts are dull places, and people who live in them are dull, too, and, while one is dull, jollier people avoid one. They do not see 6ne —that is all. And why should they? They would be foolish if they did. In fact, I am convinced that what we all want is more energy —energy to look gay and be bright and alert, and then something nice would speedily happen. For you never find anyone really full of life languishing in any old rut. VEILED LADY’S SECRET NEVER TO SHOW HER FACE AGAIN BEAUTY “CURSE” There is a woman living in a mansion flat in Kensington whose face, so far as can be ascertained, no one in the neighbourhood has ever seen. It is only occasionally that she leaves her home, and when she does so she wears a thick black veil and a heavy wrap which entirely obliterate her features. Her slightness of build, her fine carriage, and the excellence of her clothes invariably arouse comment, and no small degree of curiosity when she appears in the street. I was privileged the other day, writes a “ Sunday Chronicle ” representative, to have tea with this mystery woman and to learn her secret from her own lips. Throughout the afternoon she remained veiled. MARRIAGE PROPOSAL Hers was a sad yet romantic story. Five years ago she was a girl whose great beauty was indicated by the photograph she showed me of herself about that time. At this period she was leading a gay, care-free life, and was a shining light at balls, theatres, and society functions of all kinds. During a holiday at Buxton, which she spent alone, her parents, having died when she Avas quite a young girl, she met a young engineer. The acquaintance begun then ripened into warm friendship, and eventually he proposed marriage to her. It Avas her beauty, which might have meant so much happiness to her, that now brought romance tumbling about her head. She returned to to\\ 7 n, and again became caught up in a Avhirl of gaiety and social pleasures, receiving the flattery and attention from men that a lovely girl alAvays commands. MADDENED WITH GRIEF Her loA'er, aaTio paid a Aflsit to her, became bitterly jealous, and, a feAv weeks before their marriage was to have taken place, cancelled their engagement. She Avas deeply in IoA r e with him. and, almost maddened Avith grief, made a tragic resolA-e which up to noAV she has firmly kept. *• On the day I lost him,” she said. •* I solemnly vowed that never Avould I let a man see my face again. My beauty, which might have brought me joy, has been nothing but a curse.”

I tried hard to persuade her to lift the terrible embargo she has placed upon herself, but she sadly shook her head. “ I shall keep my a’oaa* until I die,” she said.

EVERYDAY ECONOMICS “THE WITS-END CLUB” A book prize is given each week for the best original household' hint, or recipe, recommended from your own experience. Economy must be the keynote. Send yours to the Homecrafts Editor, Women’s Page, THE SUN, Auckland. The prize has been awarded this week to Miss B. West, Burleigh Street, for the following: USEFUL SUGGESTIONS Very few people know the wonderful drawing powers of a new-laid egg. Here is one: If a thorn or splinter is too deep-seated to get out, bathe with hot water, then paste the if.ner skin of an egg over the affected part, and hold it in place for a minute or two, until it sets. It will set like a cement, and by the time it has cracked and peeled off the splinter will be out and the wound quite healed. The skin is also useful for swellings on the face caused by abscessed teeth, all deep cuts and abrasions, or any part where it is difficult to keep a bandage from slipping. To prevent light stockings being stained by shoes, procure a quarter of a yard of white linen, and cut out soles the shape of shoes, placing one in each shoe. These may be washed and starched, and a spare pair should be kept handy. The stockings will not require such hard rubbing. To sweeten rancid butter, melt it, skim, and put into it a piece of toast, being careful to see that it is not at all burned. In a few minues the butter will lose all its rancid taste. —“B.W.” * * * ECONOMICAL PLAIN CAKE Take fib plain flour, 41b sugar. 41b butter, 2 tablespoons milk, 2 eggs. 1 teaspoon baking powder. Sift the flour, rub in the butter until it looks like break crumbs, add the sugar and baking powder. Break the eggs putting the yolks in a basin. Add the milk to the yolks and beat well. Pour into dry ingredients and mix well with a wooden spoon. Beat the whites to a stiff froth, and stir lightly into the mixture. Put into a buttered tin. Bake l. 1 , hours. This recipe is always a success.—“A.B.” FOR THE GARDENER Amateur gardeners can make excellent use of discarded hot-water bags by turning them into waterproof kneeling pads for service in the garden during this damp autumn weather. The india-rubber forms an invaluable protection against the horticulurists* enemy, rheumatism. Lf the mouthpiece is cut off and the bag covered by a neat slip of strong washing material the pad will prove a sightly as well as a beneficial article.—" Flora.” A TASTY DISH

Take any kind of cold meat, a little suet, mix and chop very line, add salt and pepper to taste, a little onion and lean ham, a slice of bread soaked in milk, one or two eggs (well beaten), according to amount of meat, a small piece of butter. well together and put into a greased pie dish and bake brown in the oven. Bread crumbs on top are an improvement. —“Mrs. E. 8.” EGGLESS SCHOOL CAKE Ingredients: 1 cup flour, 1 .teaspoonful baking power, 2oz currants or raisins, few drops flavouring, loz butter, loz sugar, 1 gill of milk. Method: Rub the butter into the flour and mix in other ingredients; add sufficient milk to make it into a stiff batter. Pour into a buttered pie-dish and bake for one hour. —“Mrs. L. 8.” INEXPENSIVE HOT WATER BOTTLE Fill a large (quart size) stone ink jar with hot water, secure cork by passing a short length of tape under the cork leaving the ends free which permits of drawing the cork easily when required. Drop bottle into woollen stocking, give stocking a couple of twists and draw back over bottle, thus making double covering.—“ Mrs. L.,” Grey Lynn. USES OF PERMANGANATE If fish or meat become “tainted,” dissolve a few grains of permanganate of potash in sufficient water to well cover the meat or fish, and allow the latter to stand in the liquid for .ten minutes. Then rinse thoroughly, and all taint or. ill smell will have entirely disappeared. A few grains of the crystals placed in a soup-plate filled with water will drive flies away.

A quarter of a teaspoonful sprinkled in the sink with the tap running will sweeten the sink-pipe. Some placed in a saucer, in the ice-chest and covered with water will remove any disagreeable odour. For burns dissolve 1 teaspoon of the crystals in half-a-pint of water. Into this dip cloths and lay them lightly on the burns. This will relieve pain immediately. It is also good for relieving the pain from bruises. —“C.T.” THE MODERN MIRACLE They met at a big public dance. Alone she stood in her wonderful youth, all gold and crimson, the severe lace about her shoulders crying shame on her mischievous mouth. He, being very young, asked her to dance with him, just because she was so wondrously young, and beautiful, too: all the glory of vanished Greece cast its reflection on the sculpture of her face. So he danced with her. Her slim body had music in it and rhythm cams from the movements of her tiny goldshod feet. Her small hand, laid on his black shoulder, held a lure and a trance in the velvety whiteness of its fingers. Her hand had all the cunning strength of torrential youth. But soon she grew tired of dancing and they sat and watched the boundless merriment around. She talked entrancingly and the young man drank in her words, each like a goblet of red wine. He visioned happy happeni. s ahead, himself sharing the exquisite graces of her perfect youth. He was already planning details, of course, they simply had to meet again! He told her so, as her cool fingers touched his over the glass, and she smiled. “I think I know of a better partner for you,” she said, and beckoned to a slender white-frocked girl, with a tired face, who stood and drank her champagne near them. The girl came to them and the young man wondered what she had done with her own youth. It seemed quite banished from her face by fatigue. Those two were friends, indeed. The burden of their talk made the young man wonder if the miracle of youth be not immortal indeed, as the wise old Greeks would once have it be. For he caught the white-frocked girl’s tired words: “ Is T o thanks awfully, Mother. I’ve really had quite enough.” The young man still believes in the youth of that gold and crimson queen he had danced with. To him she looked younger than her daughter.