YOUR CLUB AND MINE

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 354, 15 May 1928, Page 5

YOUR CLUB AND MINE

AN OPEN PAGE

Each Tuesday afternoon a corner will be reserved for original contributions of general Interest to womenfolk. The subject matter la for you to choose —whatever topic interests you may also be of interest or amusement to others, whether It be about your hobbies, experiences, or merely amusing musings about the ordinary round of the day. A book prize is offered weekly for the best effort, which should be brief, plainly written, and sent to “Your Club and Mine,” The Sun, Auckland. This week’s prize has been given to Miss D. Little. SCAT! ! I I am very fond of cats—but they must be of the furry variety. My next-door neighbour has a cat who sits on the wall which divides ouv “ideal sites for modern homes,” and yodels his way through the starry nights, putting any Romeo to shame by his grim tenacity of purpose. But I really don’t mind old Grimalkin much, because I can always relieve my overburdened feelings by flinging at him such of my worldly goods and chattels as are best suited to knocking him off his perch. My neighbour does not know it, out once I knocked Grimalkin sideways when lie was executing a calculated, earnest yodel, thereby sending his easy tenor tones rapidly up to surprised and wheezy trebles. However, all this is by the way. What I really want to say ’3 how I dislike the cats which are Tjs. That is, of course, when we exert ourselves to be catty. “Oh, do come to the dance, dear,” we coo, “don’t worry about your frock —wear the one you have. I’ve only thg,t old thing I wore last week, and I’m going.” And so poor Phyllis falls into the trap!

We don’t see fit to mention that though we have only got the old thing we wore last week, we are contemplating the purchase of another da?;zlingly abbreviated garment for which we will, most probably, pay an alarmingly elongated price. And when we see our victim at the dance looking (as we inwardly reflect) like the wife of one Tut, deceased, we have not even the grace to blush for our sins. In fact, we feel quite content, for now we have paid her mt for telling the new male member of the tennis club our exact age—next birthday, too! Much as I dislike this r lid similar methods of getting even with such other of you pusses that offend me, I must do something to hold my own. Were I to fling my hair-brushes, shoes and whatnots at you, I would be ar rested for assault and. battery: besides, which I could not go T’ound gathering them up again as I do after an onslaught at Grimalkin, fc r he never appropriates my goods when I throw them at him. (Once, I lost a perfectly good and spendable penny, years ago, by throwing ’t in outraged dignity at my sister. However, I believe I kept “upsides” with her by