FROM THE WATHCH TOWER

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 740, 13 August 1929, Page 8

FROM THE WATHCH TOWER

lIOPEFUL i It was nearing fil'C by ”to ferry 01007.3} The {rumours stood in a row. ‘ And hurrying crowds on. (‘l.‘B7‘l/ hand ‘ chrc bustling to and fro. ‘ And here amid the throng then: stood] A man with mourn/NZ eye. A piece of bread was in his hand, And 10, the bread. was dry. "‘WILy do you wait. 0 ancient man," ‘ 1 said to him, “I mist To‘knyow the 'uflLeTefore you should grasp That dry broad in your fist.” “You scrm to be the only one,“ He said. “who cares a ham. ‘ See that rust flood. of traffic there, I’m waiting for the jam.” THE UNICORN. . 1h C GETTING TOGETHER Canterbury Cricket Association‘s decision to tolerate no more old boys’ teams draws attention to a queer phase of sport in recent years, when old boys’ teams, once restricted to a.‘ few well-known secondary schools, have cropped up everywhere like mushrooms. There is a Coromandel Old Boys’ Association, and Soccer enthusiasts, too, have fallen for the idea. There are many more instances, and though there is not yet a Borstal or Mount Eden Old Boys’ Association, the prospects are considered encour-' aging. Q 0 O THE TROPHY The simple logic of which children are capable has confounded many a worthy parent. A recent instance is the case of a six~year~old who gathered the idea that people never fought unless there was something at stake. In illustrating this truth his father explained that it the people of Welling ton had something the people of Auckland wanted, and there was no other way of getting it, the people of Auckland would ultimately fight for it. “Well," asked the six-year-old, “what did you fight for when you went to the war?" “I fought for England,” said his confident sire. “And did you get it?" was the devastating and unexpected reply. i w 1: >3 THE MONEY-SPINNER Great schemes conceived in moments of wonderful inspiration have a habit of ending in disastrous anti~ climax. The sad case of one Thomas Coyne furnishes evidence of this tendency. He advertised in a Wellington paper that tor the negligible fee of one shilling he would tell people how to make £4 or £5 a week “on the side.” In reply to inquiries, which of course had to be accompanied by the requisite shilling, he tersely advised his subscribers to do as he did. advertise. This nice tribute to the power of publicity was unfortunately misunderstood. The ultimate sequel‘ was 14 days’ imprisonment for the originator of the scheme. He was paid back in his own coin. I t Ii MOTOR PROGRESS The growth in imports and the prosperity of the motor industry are indicated every now and again by the shipments of automobiles that arrive in port. Passengers on the ferries gaze in awe at a deck cargo of the latest models, and their awe is 'deep—ened by the knowledge that they, like Felix, must keep on walking. The sedans, coaches. chummy roadsters and stately saloons are duly unshipped, and the Look—out Man considers it would be better for the prestige of the motor industry as a whole it from that point they showed a. spirit of decent independence and furnished their own motive power for the trip to the show room. But no. The cumbersome cases are duly hoisted on to lorries. Parading their stencilled “Sedan with care” to thel world at large,_ they are carted ignominiously through the streets.‘ For the lorries. let it be whispered, are frequently drawn by horses. Two horse-power suflices to drag forty. Let us be content with our horse and gig. # a It THE AERIAL 1101)]? To be in the mode in future it may be necessary to go to parties and dances by airplane. Any number of news items support this theory. First, there are the frequent repetitions of the statement that society abroad is becoming air‘minded. The \Vest End of London is growing wings, and in America a new natiomwide aviation club is said to be the most exclusive in a. country that builds the wncle fabric of its social structure on the magic word “exclusiveness.” Now comes word that gay Parisians are flnting over to London for a night’s entertainment, and flitting back just in time to arrive with the morning mill-z. The whole trend embraces the intriguing possibility that the cabaret of the future will need an airplane landing and parking space on its roof. For tunately there are signs that the interiors of airplanes are being made more cosy and luxurious, so the oldestablished industry of sitting out will not be threatened.