FROM THE WATCH TOWER

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 524, 29 November 1928, Page 8

FROM THE WATCH TOWER

By

“THE LOOK-OUT MAN.”

WELL LIKED

The Golden Cloud, which arrived at Auckland yesterday, brought two bags of mail, at £1,433 a bag, -which once again demonstrates that every cloud has a silver lining. HASTY! An Auckland commercial traveller relates with relish how he recently slipped into a tobacconist’s shop in Oamaru, and was greeted by the proprietor with: “Can’t see any travellers to-day, and in any case I don’t want anything.” Whereupon the bagman replied easily: “Well, I really came in. to buy a pipe, but on second thoughts I w-ill go elsewhere.” And lie did! THE SILENT CRITIC Alt libraries suffer from the eccentricity of the people who write their comments in the margins of hooks. Controversial tomes thus become a treasure-house of conflicting opinions. These acid comments are hidden away among the leaves of many volumes in the Auckland Public Library, and a note in “The Cap of Youth,” a novel dealing with the early life of R. L. Stevenson, is a particularly crisp sample: “You clay-footed Scotch ” runs the apostrophe: “you were once my hero. But never more!” THE MAORI BISHOP The Rev. F. A. Bennett, who on Sunday is to be consecrated the first Maori bishop, receives the high honour at a comparatively youthful age. A man of sturdy physique, he is grave of mien, yet there are lines of humour on his kindly face. All his life he has laboured among his people, and “Te Toa ’ Takatini,” a magazine he produced in Hastings, was a -wonderful production, printed entirely in Maori. One of the new bishop’s sons, a strapping young fellow over 6ft in height, is a student at Otago University, and is noted, among other things, for his ability as a footballer. FROM THE DEEP SEA A Tauranga correspondent tells a good tale: “Mr. Williams, a local launch-owner, took out a fishing party a few weeks back. A fish got away with a hook, sinker and three yards of line. Recently he had another party out, and one of the party landed a. fish with a piece of line attached to the head. On examining it, Mr. Williams identified it as his lost tackle.” The correspondent does not mention it, but the reason why the fish was so foolish as to be taken in twice -was this: Having swallowed the sinker, he was finding swimming difficult. Also, he had a wife and family to keep; and the bailiffs were already in the bungalow at 7 Fathom Line, Mount Maungamii. So he was ready to “tackle” anything. Wm x gOTa; » grange

lIIODIEIEIDIIIESiODOOEXIOiiL LOWS BEST. The greatest achievement to date of David Low, the New Zealand cartoonist, now employed by the London Standard” at a princely salary, is considered to be his symposium on the now-defunct Anglo-French naval pact. Low took as his theme a new version of the old song, “Who Killed Cock Robin?” It ran: PICTURE : TWO SPARROWS. fac ™ R«ron Boaverbrook and it illiam Randolph llearst, respectively the. British and United States exposers of the Pact A Verse: “Who Killed the Pact?” " We,” said the Press; “Me published the mess. IVe hilled the pact 3 ’ PICTURE: A FLY. (.Face of Sir Austen Chamberlain, British Foreign Secretary A Verse: “Who Sato It, Lie?” “I,” said Sir Eyeglass'. **With my little spyglass. 1 saw it die. 33 A COCK. (French Foreign Minister Aristide Brian d. ) “Who Saw Its Blood?” “lsaid M. Briandj “Je vets toujours le song; I saw its blood. 33 * BEETLE (Acting British Foreign. Secretary, Baron Cusheridun.) “Who'll Make Its Shroud?” t “I,’ 3 said Lord Cush.. • “In secret, hush, hush , I'll make its shroud. 33 PIC (with bristles). (Benito Mussolini.) “Who'll Toll the Bell?” “T.” said the Duce: “Glad of the excuse, I'll toll the bell.' 3 AMERICAN EAGLE (Calvin Coolxdge, as a crow.) “ Who'll Dig the Grave? 33 “I. 33 said Cool Cal, “Sure, I'll say I shall I I’ll dig its gravel' 3 BRITISH LION. (Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin.) •• Who’ll Sing the Psalm?” “Tp said poor Stanley, “In tones soft but manly, I II sing the psalm.’’ _