From The Watch Tower

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 677, 31 May 1929, Page 8

From The Watch Tower

By

"THE LOOK-OUT MAN."

ALLEE SAM EE Low Ah. Young was charged at the Police Court recently with staying in New Zealand longer than the terms of his temporary immigration permit allowed. He came; he sate, he made his'pile, And he has every cause to smile — Though he mas fined much yellow gold. He will be Young when we are old. — SQUIDGE. THOSE HYPHENS Some people admire Lord Dewar, and some people admire his product. The noble lord, of course, is one of England’s noted wits, but even his wit has not carried his name as far afield as his spirit. The whisky magnate’s epigrams were mentioned in a local discussion the other day concerning hyphenated names. A Miss PorterPorter who insisted on the repetition reproved him for calling her "Miss Porter.” “My name,” she said icily, “is Porter-Porter, with a hyphen.” “And mine,” responded gallant Lord Dewar, who has no false -pride, “is DewarDewar, with a syphon.” LUCKY LINDY Lindbergh to marry!—romantic thought. But people in America are beginning to wonder if the young man they have placed on a heavily gilded pedestal—Lindbergh is estimated to be worth half a million, and he holds several lucrative jobs that are mere sinecures has not got feet of clay. In landing recently at Boiling Field, Lindbergh ! was welcomed by the usual crowd of hero-worshippers. But, instead of favouring them with the Lindbergh smile, he turned the nose of his jjlane toward a large patch of muddy ground, manoeuvred so that the wet patch was between himself and the crowd, and then raced his engfine so as to drive the people away with a shower of mud. The Press chided him, one paper heading an editorial with the words: “Lindbergh Splashes Mud on Himself,” and saying: “We would like to tell the hoy where he gets off.” IN THE NEWS “Anak”: Who are the ten most important people in the world’s news? An overseas authority sets down the following: King George, the Prince of Wales, Herbert Hoover, Lloyd George, Charles Lindbergh, Benito Mussolini, Stanley Baldwin, Charles Chaplin, Henry Ford, President von Hindenburg. So much for overseas personalities, hut what about New Zealand. A suggested list might be: Sir Joseph Ward, Sir Charles Fergusson, Rt. Hon. J. G. Coates, Maurice Brownlie, H. E. Holland, the Rev. J. K. Archer, Archbishop Averill, Hons. T. M. Wilford, M. Myers, K.C., O. F. Nelson. News value does not, of course, depend exclusively on the value of the service a man is rendering to the community. Suppose we try to formulate an Auckland list: Hon. A. J. Stallworthy, Bishop Cleary, Mr. G. Baildon, Jasper Calder, F. K. Hunt, S.M., W. J. Holdsworth, the Rev. L. B. Fletcher, E. L. Bartleet, “Jerry” Lundon, S. Morpeth. All lists, of course, subject to revision and amendment according to personal views. THE NEW GIBRALTAR Accounts of the land “warship” into which the R.N.V.R. lias, with commendable enterprise, transformed its new quarters in St. Mary’s Bay, seem to suggest that the building tucked under the cliff is a second Gibraltar. There are semi-automatic guns from H.M.S. Philomel, and later j. torpedotube may be installed. With due deference to so excellent an institution, peace-loving citizens will echo the supplication voiced when new regimental colours are unfurled —that this equipment will not be used “except in the cause of justice and mercy.” For instance, may the dredge working on the new reclamation not be torpedoed unless it has shown actively belligerent tendencies, nor launches in the bay be peppered with shells unless they have menaced the homes on the hill. Not that there is any prospect of live shells or live torpedoes issuing from the fittings at tlia clubhouse. Torpedoes, for one thing, are too expensive. When Diomede and Dundin set about their annual manoeuvres, they do not waste torpedoes costing a thousand-or-so, but equip them with buoyant red heads, so that after the war is over they may steam across to the horizon and pick them up. Incidentally, one is reminded of a ferocious naval battle fought in a recent film. The attacking ship was enveloped in smoke. She quivered as the broadsides shook her. Then the smoke cleared for a minute. The wicked guns were all blocked at the muzzle by the tampions, or wooden plugs inserted when the guns are not in use.