From The Watch Tower

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 722, 23 July 1929, Page 8

From The Watch Tower

BY

"THE LOOK-OUT MAN."

INF‘IJ'EXZA By all 111:: sitar/cs of vlc'ils possrsm‘fl, By all. Hut Nilvlfl'fS of sufnfs obsessed, By all flint's had and ull [ll/It‘s 11(51‘ 1 ulrsc [his influcnea. U'llr’n win/1w rum/3s. ull grow and chill; H'lzr'n. [lrinn'x 111 nm cult] ‘Upml, Hm hill, Them romrs‘ 1116 ”'va I Trap my fill 01 blighlcd influcnca. Ju‘m‘lr, g/rur ils 1111007112: .slt'll grows IC-s‘s; “'th it 18 here I ”Lust confess thth all the Tenant I possess, I curse this influenza. All par/s cannot be Big Guns. one age may bear I"ch zIuIJIH’ sons; Anothrr ago bear lesser mics, But—all gct influrncu, ! * * SOIéEMN SUE. COMMON COMPLAINT l The Auckland Power Board is much distressed over a high bill of costs submitted to it by a Wellington legal firm. The Look-Out Man can appreciate the board’s sentiments. He feels just the same way on receiving his lighting bill. One touch of misery makes the whole world kin. * a" t IRISHMAN’S RISE The Manurewa Town Board must have been individually and collectively shocked at a letter which came before it from its noxious weeds inspector. This model of selfiabnegation wrote that, knowing the board was in sore financial straits. he would be agreeable to a reduction of his salary from £3O a year to £2O. Such a spirit of sacrifice can be encouraged in only one way—with a rise. It: ’1 I GIFT FOR SJ”. There is a. grim irony in the fact that. one of the cars struck by the runaway horse in Symonds Street yesterday belonged to Mr. F. H. Levien, S.M. Mr. Levien is the magistrate who made the suggestion that traffic policemen should carry cameras. It is a pity this suggestion has not been adopted. The triffic policeman at the Grafton Bridge could have presented his Worship with an enlarged photograph of the offending animal. It certainly reflects the resourcefulness of Auckland traffic policemen that the pointsman at Grafton Bridge gave the horse the right of way, instead of risking a serious demonstration of contempt by holding it up, which is the usual course when people are in a hurry. * it =6 SPRINKLE. SPRINKLE If there are places where vilifica' tion of July weather is out of order, this column is not one of them. Any one who likes to compose a hyni of hate in appropriate terms is welcome to the necessary space. It is not so much the continued rain We object to, as the uncertainty. Take yester» day. A glorious day, full of promise, :and then round about 7 o’clock in the evening the old familiar sprinkling began again, just halting soon enough to practice the deceptions; over again this morning. About the} only admirable feature of weather‘ like this is the restraint of experts‘ who can remark with punctilious detachment that ”the precipitation has} been heavy.” “Heavy” is hardly the word for it, but as one amphibian to another, why worry? 5% 111 :2: THE PERFECT CRACKSMAN Published accounts of What a. pro-perly-accoutred burglar carries on his person give information that will be helpful to young men thinking ofl setting up in that once entirely honourable business. In addition to jemmies and other mechanical appliances, there is one puzzling item, a cashmere sock. It has not been stated Whether this is for ready conversion into a mask or for use as a glove to conceal finger prints. - From a meagre acquaintance with the methods of the gentry, we consider it likely to be the latter. But the literature written on the subject in—clines one to the belief that rubber gauntlets are really the correct thing. A cashmere sock might “get by” in a. crowd or on a very dark night, but rubber gauntlets are in better taste, and should certainly be encouraged in preference to cheap substitutes. =.'< =3 $ THE ENTHUSIASTS It is interesting and heartening, in a week-end of black defeat, to contemplate the development of a football spirit in our budding girlhood. Let the All Blacks go down again and again, yet there will still be pinkcheeked lasses to brave the showers and sally forth to watch their local champions in action. They are keen, these girls! Why. at the Showgrounds on Saturday four of them sat behind a newspaper man while University was grappling with Marists, and they devoted nearly the whole afternoon to learning, with much repetition of “Heaven‘s just across the Bay,” etc., the words of a popular song. “A Precious Little Thing Called Love.” Judging by the feral aspects of one or two of the combatants, they might have been much better occupied in teaching it to the players. _