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Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 463, 19 September 1928, Page 7

In those olden days, when the home was filled with children, with guests, with visiting relations, who, instead of wondering where to go of an evening, conjured up simple and wholesome home entertainings —in those days, houses were built to last, to endure, to give in a comfortable, substantial manner room for just such a mode of living. Discriminating homebuilders to-day, while looking with wisdom at the age-enduring relics of years gone by, instead of telling their architects, “Make my home French, German or Spanish,” rather say: “Make my home mine! Let it have a foreign influence, if hereby you can give it more charm or beauty, but don’t copy, don’t duplicate, let it — when finished —be no one’s home but just mine!”