IN Town AND OUT

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 38, 7 May 1927, Page 6

IN Town AND OUT

KIM

NOTES Mr. and Mrs. G. B. Bannister are Auckland visitors to Hamilton. * * * Mr. and Mrs. P. Asser, of Auckland, are at present in Hamilton. Mrs. Stanley, of Auckland, nee Miss Una Carter, is paying- a visit to Wellington where she is the guest of Mrs. Carter, who returned to Wellington from a visit to Auckland. Mr. and Mrs. T. Milne are Auckland visitors to Christchurch where they are staying at the United Service Hotel. Miss Joyce Tabart, of Christchurch, arrived in Auckland yesterday and will in future reside here. A meeting of the women’s Political Association will be held in the Priscilla Tearooms, 32, Queen Street, on Tuesday, May 10, at 7.45 p.m., when Miss Melville will give an address on “Various Forms of Local Government in New Zealand.” * * * Mrs. M. Eichelbaum, of Wellington, passed through Auckland recently on her way to Helensville, where she is spending a holiday. * * * Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Ward are Wellington visitors to Auckland. Mrs. C. I>. Fitzgerald, of Wellington, is at present spending a holiday in Auckland. Lady Wolseley, who is at present touring New Zealand, has left Christchurch after spending a brief visit there. Lady Wolseley will stay for a few days at Mount Cook. * * * Miss Gwendoline Jellett. of Christchurch, is paying a visit to Auckland. * * * Miss A. Livingstone, of Auckland, is at present visiting Wanganui, where she is staying at the Hotel Braeburn. Mr. and Mrs. E. Gage, of Tokaanu, are staying at the Royal Hotel. * * * Mr. and Mrs. H. S. Weiser, of Philadelphia, are staying at the Grand Hotel. * * * M. and Madame Moreau, of Paris, are visiting New Zealand, and are among the guests at the Grand Hotel. Mr. and Mrs. H. B. Houslin, of Rotorua, are among the guests at the Hotel Cargen. Mr. and Mrs. W. Jones are Wellington guests at the Royal Hotel. Miss J. B. Kidd, of Thames, is a guest at the Commercial Hotel. Colonel and Mrs. E. Bailey, of California, are visiting Auckland and are at the Grand Hotel. * * * Mrs. L. M. Cheriton, who is in charge of <£ Glade House” on the Milford Track, arrived in Auckland this morning on holiday. * * * A Southlander who only recently returned from a trip aboard informed a “Times” reporter that at Nice there was a craze among visitors for attracting as much attention as possible by “out-stunting” each other (states an exchange). In the Parade des Anglais a woman dressed in green with a huge green parasol, walks with a green parrot perched on her wrist. Not far from her a man is making himself conspicuous by driving an ostrich in a light sulky. Another walks along leading a string of monkeys behind him. To the New Zealander it seemed rather like a menagerie, but really it was nothing more than the idle rich seeking distraction and attention.

Colonel and Mrs. Avery, who motored through from Wellington last week, have left on their return to the South. They are making a brief stay in Hamilton. SOCIAL EVENING A delightful social evening was given by the members of the Swanson Women’s Institute recently in the Swanson Hall. The decorations, which had been artistically carried out by a number of the members, were a pleasing feature of the little function, and the dance music, supplied by a local orchestra, added considerably to the gaiety of the evening. A large number of members and their friends were present and spent a very enjoyable evening. A CHEERY DANCE A charming function took place recently in Miss Dosae Stoddart’s attractive dancing studio, on the occasion of the official opening' dance for the 1927 season. The ballroom, which is an alluring spot, was delightfully decorated in soft tones of rose with a striking background of black- Rose and gold shaded lights threw their warm glow over the pretty scene . . enhancing.everything. Miss Stoddart received her guests in a chic frock of heavily embossed silver brocade, with a charming touch of colour added by a cluster of vivid roses deftly caught at one side. Miss Hildred Graham, the assistant teacher at the school, wore a frock of moonlight blue georgette, prettily trimmed with rhinestones and diamante. Among the guests were the following:— Miss Zil’.ah James, wearing rose satin and silver lace. Miss Margery Dargaville, low-waisted silver frock with flowers to tone. Miss Dorothy Richardson, pervenche blue crepe de chine. Miss E. Newcomb, frock of silver and blue. Miss D. Wallen, green and silver gown. Miss M. Andrews, blue petalled georgette. Miss P. Hintz, black panne velvet. Miss Alma Jervis, pearl and silver sequined frock. Miss Pele Groves, blue charmeuse. Miss B. Smith, flared pink satin 'frock. Miss Ruby Phillips, mauve satin, with clusters of flowers and handpainted crepe de chine shawl. When making date turn-overs, cheese-straws, etc., roll or pat into a long roll. Then cut off into slices. This is better than rolling the mixture out each time.

MUNDANE MUSINGS JUST ROWS .. OF THE FAMILY VARIETY (Written for THE SUN.) What piquant and unexpected things family rows usually are, with their intriguing habit of starting out of nothing at all. With your feet on the fender k . a cigarette in your lips and a book in your hand, you’re peacefully enjoying life at one moment . . and ten seconds later you feel as though you might be in the centre of a/Bolshie revolution! “I didn’t!” “You did!” “Oh, be quiet for the love of Mike! Every time I want a few minutes of peace and quietness . . . . ” “I never said you didn’t know how to dress ... I said . . .” “Well, if I did bag your rotten pencil for a minute you needn’t act as if the world had come to an end!” And so it goes . . . getting “worser and worser” and "curiouser and curiouser” as you all get more heated. The older the family the more caustic and sharper-edged do tongues usually get, until a casual observer would think that every member of that family was at daggers drawn with everyone else. But, of course, its just a storm in a teacup, and soon the amazed listener will see everything quieten down beautifully with no blood shed after all! Strange! But, after all, it’s only when family flare-ups are taken really seriously that there’s likely to be any trouble. When some thin-skinned soul lets a Chance remark sink in, then it may raise a storm and the hurt person will bear a grudge for ages afterwards. And yet, what a lot of humour there really is in the generally trivial causes of fierce family wrangling. Why is it that its always folk without a sense of humour who indulge so freely in that futile form of enjoyment ... a family feud? Perhaps the humourous ones have so much else to occupy them that they haven’t time to waste in stupid bickering, of perhaps they keep their sense of humour so well polished up and ready for use that they just haven’t time to fight before the funny side of the question strikes ’em! —H.M. EVENTIDE . . . AND HAPPINESS Old age used to be regarded as a time of shawls and ailments and general inertia. Youth, which is the time for love, was supposed to be also the time for friendship, and the only friends which the old had were usually those whom they had had since their youth. But friends fade away and disappear and die as the years go rolling by, and many old people found they were being left alone in the evening of their days. They might, of course, have relations, but, having relations, no matter how close, is not the same as having friends, and, besides, in the very nature of things, the relations of the old are mostly the younger set. To-day a big change has taken place, and though Granny and Grand-dad do not really jazz around as the comic papers would have us believe, they have certainly very definitely refused to be put on the shelf, as they once were, and they’ve discovered, too, that there’s no time like the present for making and keeping friends. Old age is the time for friendship .... that’s what they’ve discovered to-day. The young are seldom friends for very long most friendship between young men and women turn soon to either love or indifference . . . the young are so keen .... so tiptoed with searching for new emotions and experiences to be long content with mere friendship . . . Friendship between middle-age people is apt to be more or less spasmodic . . . the family ties, the children, their professions ... a hundred and one things fill the days of the middle-aged folk. But old age . . . then at last real friendship comes into its own . . the time of delightful companionship . . . . fragrant and treasured . . . perhaps when we’ve passed our fifth and sixth decade we’ll be "blessed with real friendship .... and lasting happiness far above the hectic loves and hatreds of youth’s stormy days! H.M.