Women the World Over

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 653, 3 May 1929, Page 5

Women the World Over

THE ART OF SPINNING A Lancashire mill girl. Miss Ivy Isherwood. has been chosen by the Chinese Institute of Technical Training to teach Chinese women the art of spinning in Shanghai. She won a scholarship at a Surbiton college and is a frame-ten ter. RARE PROMISE The novel-reading public will watch with interest the career of Miss

Phoebe Fenwick-Gaye. whose recently published “Yivandiere” shows rare promise. For a first book it has caused a distinct sensation. VERSATILE In Adelaide there is a woman butcher, Mrs. Fogarty, who personally attends to' the needs of her customers. In her spare time she writes plays and songs of a sentimental nature, which she declares do‘not seem to mix well with her prosaic trade. IN PAPUA At present in Papua, undertaking anthropological research under the auspices of the Australian National Research Council, is Doctor Hortense Powdermaker, of Baltimore. Her principal aim is to make a study of the women of the Mafulu tribe with whom she intends to spend a year. Dr. Powdermaker is a graduate of arts of the Groucher College. Baltimore, and studied for three years under Professor Marinowski, of the London University. “DAY-LABOUR, LIGHT DENIED” “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?” asked Milton, when faced with blindness. To-day a blind girl. Miss Mabel Green, attains a speed of 160 words a minute on the StainsbyWayne Braille shorthand-writer. For three years she has acted as a reporter on a London newspaper, and rec* ntlv carried out five unbroken hours of typing—the full report of a Press conference. THE SPIRIT OF ADVENTURE A tea-party given in her honour by the four wives' of the Nazr of the Habbania Arabs is one of the experiences of Miss Stella. Court Treait, F.R.G.S.. whose spirit of adventure has led her into many unusual situations. The Naz.r may divorce or marry a wife as often as he likes, but he may not have more than four consorts) at a time. The four wives occupy little grass houses in the same enclosure, and Miss Court Treatt took away with her two slim-necked, ivory* scent-bottles and a quaint little powder box as mementoes of her visit.

SHOPPING TIPS QUALITY, NOT QUANTITY MAKES REAL BARGAINS “When is a bargain not a bargain?” is the question that every woman should be able to answer if she is to get the most vain# out of her shopping tours. The good shopper has definite ideas on how to buy to the best advantage,

what makes a bargain, and what those little niceties are that make the wellgroomed woman so distinctive. There are two very important points to remember when choosing new clothes. They are quality of material and grace of line. A frock, suit or coat of good quality that is well cut and finely finished is more of a bargain than a cheaper garment, poorly made, even though the price of the latter be less than half. You get more than twice the service out of a well made garment of good material that the temporary owners of stateroom 814 were not on board. Again the siren spoke in a voice which penetrated far into the city, sleeping in the afternoon heat. They were almost alongside now; both men experienced one of those thrills of which they had dreamed and for which they had waited, when they saw the clean decks, the shining brass, the white awnings, and the old flag drooping from the Malaya's stern. Jim waved his grip above his head. A deep-throated voice shouted a warning. “God. what’s the fool doing!” A donkey engine slid along the rails parallel to the ship. He stumbled over the sleepers as he crossed its path and a great chain swinging from its crane caught him, turned him completely round, and as the sleepy chink in charge stopped his engine? it swung out, carrying him with it..

Markham leapt forward to catch him; a mighty spring, animal-like iu its concentration of strength and will. It carried him to the great iron hook from which Jim hung suspended like a fly impaled on a crooked pin. He seized it. but his hands slipped on the greasy metal and carried him down on to Jim. whose coat ripped from him. They crashed on to the lower deck of the Malaya. King's head struck an iron davit and the passengers on the upper deck heard the impact like the solitary blow of an axe against a tree. Almost at the same instant Markham crashed beside him, and that was as if the tree itself had fallen. A thread of silence, too delicate to be measured, was broken by an order shouted through a megaphone. Three j lascars were the first to reach the two men, but as they bent over them one rose to his feet, swung out an arm to push them aside, and swaying forward, tried to raise the other. “It’s all right—stand clear. I can carry ! him—won't be the first time. Stand ' clear, ypu niggers . . Full j steam ahead! We're going home!” The first mate caught him as he ! collapsed. Stretcher-bearers came up at the double, and guided by the steward, carried the men below to ; their state-room. The captain on the j bridge added an entirely new oath to his already large vocabulary, and, nodding to the pilot, gave the order to cast off. Robert Denny, leaning over the rails on the upper deck, watched with a great full heart Singapore fade into obscurity. He was conscious of a girl with brown hair and grey eyes standing close beside him, and as the curtain finally fell on the East he looked at her. “Rather a bad beginning to a voyage, isn’t it?” She nodded: “I saw it all. One of those unbelievable things—it one didn't see one wouldn't believe. Almost makes me wonder if there is such a thing as Fate—the unavoidable, I mean.” Denny nodded: "Everything’s ordained. Xot a sparrow falls without —you know. So, of course, it was Fate that those two poor devils should | have a jostle with death. A nasty mess.” T suppose we can't do anything?” ; He looked at her more closely, won-

t’nan you do out of a cheaper frock, so that in the long run it is cheaper to buy better clothes, although they are more expensive. It is better to have one good frock than five dresses that look well for the moment, but which soon look shabby because of poor material and dressmaking. Shoes are one of the most important items in the wardrobe. A person who is not well shod, whose heels run ovei, for instance, is unkempt in appearance. no matter how expensively gowned she may be. To see that the heels of her shoes are straight is the first law of the well groomed woman. dering who she was, where she was coming from. She was very young, but he recognised a poise of mind as well as of body and obtained a quick, clear impression of the beauty of both. A pleasant mouth, with a sense of humour: her eyes set wide apart were far-seeing, mysterious, as if already they had looked long on open spaces and tall mountains. “I will find out if you like,” he said. But he didn't move away at once. The pilot had been dropped: Singapore was no more. The sea was a mass of jewels conjured by sun and wind. He listened to the engine of the ship beating like the pulse of an enormous heart, the rhythmical purr of the propellers. Already passengers had planted themselves in deck chairs beneath the awnings. Others were walking up and down; here and there a group discussed the tragedy. “Bad luck starting with an accident like that. If either of the men were killed . . Men shook their heads gloomily for travellers are as superstitious as sailors. “Going all the way home?” Denny said suddenly to the girl beside him. "Yes—Loudon.” She laughed as she said it—then sighed. “Isn't life strange? They were going home, those two men; so eager, so afraid of missing the ship. I saw them running and laughing like children, and then know who they are—the man who tried to save his friend.” Denny went below. The head steward was still struggling with the seating arrangements in the diningsaloon. His temper was frayed, but he was cheered up when he discovered Denny wasn’t worrying about his table. "The last thing I heard, sir, was that the doctor didn’t hold out much hope for one of the gentlemen. Mr. Markham, I think it was,” he said, in answer to Denny’s question. “They say he's made a fortune in rubber and was going home to spend it.” “What about the other fellow?” The steward referred to the passenger list: "Mr James King—rubber, too. When I took the doctor round some ice a while ago, he had recovered consciousness and was lying on his back letting out a string of oaths that would have turned a dago green with envy. If you ask me I think they’d been having one over the eight.” "Poor devil.” Denny was thinking of Alfred Markham passing away in the airless stateroom of the s.s. Malaya after having given his best years sweating in the East to make a fortune; cheated of his dreams at the hour of realisation. He could picture the two men having those final drinks. Farewell to the East, to the merciless sun and the steaming forests; thrn racing like schoolboys to catch the English ship, laughing and joking as they ran. “Got any friends on board?” The steward grinned: "Xot likely, sir. He would have if he'd lived though!” Denny made his way amidships to the upper deck and stopped outs:d« ' stateroom BD <To be Continued Daily.!