BOUQUET OF ROSES

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 702, 29 June 1929, Page 21

BOUQUET OF ROSES

TE AWAMUTU WEDDING GREGORY—WESTBURY A pretty wedding was celebrated at the Presbyterian Church, Te Awamutu, on Wednesday evening, when Elizabeth Esther, eldest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W. T, Westbury, of I-Jelensville. was married to Ernest (Bertj. eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Gregory, of St. Leger’s Road. Te Awamutu. The Rev. W. Butterworth performed the ceremony and Mrs. Cibson played the organ. The bride, who entered the church on the arm of her uncle, Mr. G. Westbury, looked charming in her gown of ivory georgette and silver lace, with diamente buckle. She carried a shower bouquet of pale pink and white roses. The bride was attended by her sister. Miss F. Westbury, as first bridesmaid, wearing a pretty frock of pink georgette, and by Miss P. Gregory, attired in a frock of powder blue georgette. Both bridesmaids wore silver headdresses aiid carried bouquets to tone with their frocks. The duties of best man were carried out by Mr W. Gregory, and Mr. A. Evans was groomsman. After the ceremony a reception was held at the Lounge tea rooms. Mrs. A. W. Gregory received the guests wearing a frock of embroidered georgette with hat to tone. Among the guests were: Mrs. W. Marks, Miss F. Marks and Miss A. Marks. Mrs. S. Magill. Mrs. Burns and D. Rich, all of Auckland: Mrs. Lawrence. Te Awamutu; Mrs. Davis. Te Awamutu: Miss A. Gregory. Auckland: Mrs. K. Rickit. Te Awamutu; Miss* V Oldbury. Auckland: Miss M. T lamer ton. Te Awamutu: Misses Raine, Kihikihi and E. Ohlson. Te Awamutu. , .. \fter the reception Mr. and Mrs. E Gregory left for the North bv car. the bride‘wearing a beige tailored costume and fox furs.

ENTER THE ROBOT By EVELYN VIVIAN. “My dear, have you a good maid?” That übiquitous query, ever passing from lip to lip in countless drawing rooms, will soon be out of date. We shall hear instead: “Have you a good eupatheostat?” Ladies, make no mistake! The eupatheostat is coming, and coming to stay. His domain will be the feminine citadel —the kitchen. And he will work his scientific miracles with all the infallible efficiency of the up-to-date robot. Why he should be given masculine gender, by the way, is a matter that the advanced feminists may want to settle. But the inventors of the eupatheostat insist on calling him the “dummy man.” Possibly they think such a title as ' dummy woman” would be too marked a contradiction in terms. What does the eupatheostat do, precisely? What doesn’t he do? tie is only a little fellow,, some 22 inches tall

and about seven and a-half inches round the waistcoat. But his long suit is what the psychologists call equanimity. No matter what happens—whether the cook burns her hand and broiders her vocabulary, the maid trips on the mat and reduces the best crockery to smithereens, or the charlady gets herself entangled with the vacuum cleaner, the eupa- ; theostat maintains his perfect balance and serenity. He is always at the uice comfortable mean of Todeg. Fahr., and not even earthquakes

and tidal waves can budge his temperature by half a degree. ITe will give the set standard to all the central heating apparatus in the house, regulating it by switches. Because eupatheostat—l think we shall have to christen him Eustace for short—is frightfully sensitive to draughts or cold.

If he does sense a draught, he registers it as promptly as a retired Indian colonel in a convalescent home —but without getting eloquent about it. Eustace neither swears nor hurls missiles at the cat. He just automatically switches on the required extra heat, and rubs invisible hands in the glow of righteous efficiency.

At present, it is true, he is only part of the special apparatus for testing heat absorption in the Government’s building research station; but obviously he is destined for a larger sphere of usefulness than that.