FROM THE WATCH TOWER

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 502, 3 November 1928, Page 8

FROM THE WATCH TOWER

By “THE LOOK-OUT MAN.” OUR CANDID CONTEMPORARIES Widow (440). business, wishes meet, ; view marriage, Man, with, capital. Advertisement in an evening newspaper. I’m still quite hale and hearty, My teeth are all my a sen; But for the past i 0 0 years Eve felt a trifle lone. Maw. with some swain with prospects, Would I my fortunes share. . - Vone but the ardent and the brave Really deserve the fair. . j PLEASE TO REMEMBER Members of the North Taranaki Farmers’ Union are applying to the Government to have the restrictions on the supply of explosives removed. Evidently Taranaki is to be the scene of a great Guy Fawkes revival this year. * * * THE THIRD MAX George Palmer Futnam, third man in the flight of Lyon and Lancaster ! from the Atlantic seaboard.of America to the Bermudas, is a New York publisher, a member of the famous firm of Putnam and Sons, established by an early Putnam who crossed the Atlantic on the Mayflower, or not long afterwards. Having shone in the reflected glory of Miss Amelia (“Lady Lindy”) Earhart, whose flight across the Atlantic he financed, the highflying publisher is now seeking aerial laurels on his own account.

THE WHISPERING CHORES

The whispering campaign noted in the presidential elections in the U.S.A. has a parallel in New Zealand eontests. Gossips sgy vaguely that one r• n gambles, another has a purple past, and a third drinks. Among those against whom the last cheerful allegation was made was a member renowned in the House for his temperance. Champagne was the only fermented liquor that agreed with a delicately-balanced digestion, and the only occasions on which he relaxed his rigid views were when the Government “turned it on” at State luncheons. For the rest, the member pursued a strictly sober path. As he himself said: “I have a champagne taste, a beer income, and in addition I have a cold-water stomach.” ... A DUSTY WIXDOW Another Deauville drollery: An actress, Yvette Lanrent, strolled into a Deauville bar and sang out cheerily to a middle-aged man, “How about a little drink?” (Yvette later explained, “Of course, X would never have dreamed of doing such a thing in Paris'”). “Charmed,” was the middleaged man’s reply. “What’s your name?” asked Yvette brightly. “Dreyfus.” Later an equerry entered, and addressed the man as “Highness.” “Say. Dreyfus,” gulped Yvette, “who are you, anyway?” but Dreyfus simply kissed her hand and was gone. It was the. barman who told her that the middle-aged man was his Royal Highness Prince Aage of Denmark, famed for his definition of night-club champagne. “It tastes,” said Prince Aage, “like a dusty window-pane."

WHEX HORSES WORE HATH Captain Hurley’s bowler'hat, that created so much amusement among the Afghans and aboriginals at Oodnadatta, in Central Australia, would provoke no more mirth than some of the quainter forms of Afghan headgear if they appeared in Queen Street. National fashions in hats are baffling. In the United States the straw hat is adopted for the summer, and discarded, on pain of social ostracism, on September 15. The date has been fixed by custom for 40 years, and goes back to the time when horses were outfitted with straw hats to proteqt them from summer sun. In the Brooklyn and New York Are stations the custom was to ring the fire gongs each September 15, and destroy the horses’ straw hats with great ceremony. Then the hatters took up the notion, erecting gongs outside their stores, and establishing the fifteenth as the date when no redblooded American he-man would continue to wear his straw hat. THE COW In the deep hay field, where tall grasses bow, In and out and round about roamed the happy cow, Nibbling at the sorrel leaves, plucking at the clover — Happiest of happy beeves, all the world over. “Marion l Marion ? Tea-time, Marion !” — “Oh, what a bother! Is she calling me? Mummy, dear, not now- — can’t you see that I'm a cow, And a cow never comes in to tea.” —“The Spectator.”