From The Watch Tower

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 507, 9 November 1928, Page 8

From The Watch Tower

By

“THE LOOK-OUT MAN.”

THE SCHOOLGIRL' FIGURE The confectioners of London are assuring women that they may eat chocolates and still remain slim. The ingredients in chocolates, they say, do not make for fatness — Oh, Phyllis , he obedient To these, our frantic pleas, For though you he with chocolates free, You need not he obese. — Nougat. ... MIXED METAPHORS “The footprints of his offspring are living in Auckland to-day”—-Mr. Hall Skelton at the Town Hall last evening. Yes, we know, we have often heard them on the sands of time at Milford. QUEEN OF DIAMONDS Miss Mahel 8011, the so-called Queen of Diamonds, who has had aspirations to fly the Atlantic Ocean, is reproved by an American newspaper: “She does not know how to wear diamonds. They do her no good. Tinsel will not make a raspberry bush into a Christmas tree.” PERILS OF THE STREETS The Finance Committee of the City Council is trying to come to some arrangement about the number of street collections held in Auckland each year, Cr. A. J. Entrican considering it excessive. Mr. Fergus McFergus, interviewed this morning, hoped that something would be done. He feels that he needs a little more fresh air. Having to stay indoors so often has had a depressing effect on him, and, after all, fresh air should be free. SOME IRON! It is queer how we Aucklanders enjoy a free show. The road-making operations in progress in Queen Street are invested by passers-by with an almost dramatic interest. Yesterday the roller packing down the layer of bitumen was a constant attraction. “How would you like to have your pants pressed under that?” was on the lips of every Beau Brummel in the crowd. * * * THE NEW PRESIDENT A personal note concerning Herbert Hoover, America’s new President, is contributed by an Auckland engineer, who worked with him when Hoover, then only 24 or 25, was in West Australia. “My objection to him,” says the Aucklander, “was that he would do anything for publicity. The British engineers on the job used to laugh at him.” But then, publicity is the great golden key in the United States, and the rising man must know how to use it. Anyway, it is now Mr. Hoover’s turn to laugl^ * * * IN THE FRAY Mr. John Mason, member of Parliament for Napier, has found his Labour opponent not the only protagonist he has had to meet in the election campaign. Influenza attacked him, and got a verdict without going to the poll, Mr. Mason being now in hospital. Just before the session ended, Mr. Mason was given a wedding present by his fellow-members. His wedding is to take place immediately after the election. Should.he retain his seat there will be another recruit for the “sewing guild” that meets in the ladies’ gallery every night during the session.

HURLEY BUNKERED “In landing at Singapore, the wheels of Captain Hurley’s airplane fouled a bunker in the racecourse.” It sounds as if either the cable man bad mixed his drinks, or else they mix their sports a bit in Singapore. Extract from the sports section of the Singapore “Scimitar”: “At the racetrack this afternoon Plus- Fours, the Brassie-Cleek mare, with Caddy up, ran a great race. Off the first tee Plus Fours pulled badly into the rough, but threshed out, to make up a lot of ground along the fairway. The mare was repeatedly bunkered, but Caddy took her to a great victory by laying the rest of the field a series of dead stymies.” Golf report from the same paper: ‘Colonel Pepper won the Tropical Cup at the links this morning with a great round on the tan. He was out from the barrier like a meteor, and, waving his mashieniblick, got to the rails at once and was never headed.” But perhaps Sinpore, after all, is only like Devonport, where the two sports of kings (a few others being fishing, cricket, croquet, ping-pong, and shove ha’penny) dwell in peace and occasional serenity side by side.