FROM THE WATCH TOWER

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 801, 23 October 1929, Page 8

FROM THE WATCH TOWER

By

“THE LOOK-OUT MAN.”

TH OSE WIND O W DI SPLAYS ! Said a pretty young mermaid of Cheltenham, “I can’t wear those togs — gosh! I'd melt in ’em; Why , at Lido the women Go paddlin’ and sioimmin’ With nothing much more than a belt APHRODITE. EASY There is, so the cables tell us, a distinct possibility that Mr. Bruce will re-enter politics. When he comes back from his holiday a certain member may resign in order to make room for him. After that, all Mr. Bruce will have to do is win the ensuing by-election. P-4 REI AMENT ARY PRECEDENT As with all other classes of the community save the unhappy slaves of newspapers, Parliament will celebrate Labour Day by knocking off work. This is entirely right and proper, but at the same time Mr. H. E. Holland’s argument that, since Parliament created Labour Day, it is morally bound to observe it, follows a dangerous line of logic. Parliament also created the Mental Defectives’ Act. TAKE THOU' THIS WOMAN The question whether brides should continue to be given away by elderly male relatives has been raised among Britain’s more independent younger set. This apparently means that if there is any giving away to be done, the blushing creatures will do it themselves. One is reminded of the very independent bride who, when walking down the aisle, was heard to observe, “Get off my blanky train/’ There are many other brides who, like her, have given themselves away. NOBLE GUIDO A correspondent’s suggestion that a statue to Guy Fawkes might well be placed among Auckland’s monuments comes at an opportune occasion, as the first signs of the imminence of Guy Fawkes day are now apparent in the windows of city and suburban shops. Even as with other things, so fireworks are now being displayed in greater variety of form and colour than before. A window full of fireworks is consequently an imposing sight, and with visions of a bigger, brighter and better fifth of November than ever before, the celebrated evening will now be awaited eagerly by the juvenile public. Some of this public, incidentally, might well be entrusted with the task of raising the proposed statue of the principal figure. Their effigies could not be much worse than some that have passed for artistic memorials in the past. PR O FES S J Q A- A L Since the wrestling boom began the Wrestling Association lias in turn staged matches between middle-aged gentry of fearsome mien, young striplings in their twenties, lusty adolescents, and schoolboys of 11 or 12. Consequently the presentation of a mosquito-weight bout, in which the principals were infants of three or thereabouts, was only to be expected as a logical development. What the crowd is now asking is, what will be the next novelty put on? Will the association demonstrate further originality by putting on either (1) a stern contest between a couple of octogenarians, or (2) a three-round allin match between two selected women wrestlers? This would prove an attractive novelty. Incidentally the fact that the wrestler demonstrates his acquisitive faculties *at an early age was shown the other evening, when young Alley raked in the first coin thrown into the ring, and continued to wrestle with clenched fist. Evidently that youngster was bound to become a professional, anyway. YE ANCIENT CHARIOTS The age of a 33-year-old Panhard that competed in the London to Brighton race for veteran automobiles just shows how fallacious it is to regard motoring as something new. There are cars nearly that age in Auckland —mainly in the bottom of rubbish dumps. But the old cars were faithfully built, and today it is only their quaint lines that condemn them. Now and again a motor engineer of the present time makes the surprising discovery that the men of 20 and 30 years ago knew what they were about. In recent years highclass cars have again adopted the old worm-drive transmission favoured in many makes about 190 S and thereabouts. Unless the front wheel drive now being adopted by stray English and American manufacturers proves to be a winner, the statement that motors have reached the limit of their radical improvement may well be borne out by the facts of the next few years. Four-wheel brakes, someone says, as if to mention at least one recent innovation. But we know an Argyll of pre-war vintage that was thus equipped.