FROM THE WATCH TOWER

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 774, 21 September 1929, Page 10

FROM THE WATCH TOWER

By “THE LOOK-OUT MAN.” GERM 8 I’m an average sort of chap, Within the term, But on a certain topic I'm a worm. If there’s one thing- makes me blither And can set me all a-dither— Running here and there and thither— It’s a germ. With a cobra or a python I am bold, And a tiger’s almost gentle, I uphold. I could stroke an angry puma, But I lose my sense of humoui At the merest hint or rumour Of a cold. It haunts me at my work And at my play, And the little hair I have Is going grey. For I’ve got it on my mind That the fates will be unkind, And a little germ will find Me one fine day. B. BOVRIL. CENTRAL ’EATING Talking of flats, the complaint of an American friend that local flats lack a central heating system recalls the observation of a tourist who decided that London waiters thought central heating meant all dining at one large table. He added that the bite of the sticklebacks found in tbe water jugs was not dangerous to man. ... TWILIGHT With deep satisfaction one notices that the days ar.e drawing out. The gradual character of this change is one of the most pleasing things in nature. Often it passes quite unnoticed until our attention is drawn to it by some external influence such as the approaching termination of the football season. What? Only two more matches. Heavens, how the days are drawing out. Soon Mr. Sidey will be on the spot with his Summer Time. Then mid-Summer will come and go, and Winter will be upon us again in a trice. Heigh-ho! ... FIRE BCG Three cheers fpr Mr. E. J. (“Teddy”) Howard, who has never been greatly impressed by mere displays of forensics, and now refuses to take the Hon. T. M. Wilford seriously when he says there never was a Christchurch fire bug. By the same token Mr. Wilford would perhaps like to have it known that there never was an Elsie Walker case. It is unfortunate that such things happen now and again to embarrass our Cabinet Ministers. Fortunately Mr. Wilford can look after himself. He is a first-class theorist, and knows it. If the Press Gallery is listening with an attentive ear, so much the better. There is nothing like a play to the gallery, particularly the Press Gallery. * * » FLATS AND OTHER FLATS A scheme for the erection of bachelor apartments has suddenly focussed interest on flats. Now, flats are very popular, and for some people represent as near the ideal mode as they can reach. Of course, there are fiats and flats, and the character of the flats differs little less than the character of the people who live in them. Having done his share of flat hunting, the L.O.M. has seen some startling local examples of what could masquerade as a flat. One place that sounded fine in the advertisement was just a verandah roughly boarded up. Strangely enough the City Council did not seem to be aware of its existence and may not have worried anyway. One notes, by the way, that still another huge block of' flats is being hoisted skyward, this time in Emily Place. So it seems that promoters are not deterred by the strictures of councillors. Some healthy sums are said to have been made in recent months by deals in such blocks. If you want to make money, don’t be flats, buy them. * « • THE STADICM It will be a notable thing if the test Rugby matches against the British team next year are played at the new Western Springs Stadium, for then, according to daily habit, the lions at the adjacent zoo will be able to raise their voices and tune-in with the barrackers. There are grounds for the belief that the Western Springs arena will be the finest in New Zealand. On the curving line of tbe hillside the seats rise tier upon tier, and they may yet rise many tiers more. Furthermore, the ground is oval, and not circular, so that it is unnecessary to be so far from the playing area that the nice little meaty incidents put on by Messrs. Porter and Fletcher, or the like, are invisible without fieldglasses. As a test match addict, the L.O.M. has always thought this a fault with Eden Park. And, by the way, the proximity of the zoo affords a chance for the revival of a laudable custom. Let players who are below form, or referees, too. for that matter, be given their deserts. Cast them to the lions!