“THE LAST HOLE”

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 868, 11 January 1930, Page 8

“THE LAST HOLE ”

THE QUIET CORNER.

(Written for THE SUN by the REV. CHARLES CHANDLER.) VV JE spend our lives getting into things and then getting out of them. Deeper and deeper and deeper ice go, first into this and then into that. When half submerged we discover that we want to get out, and in the freeing of ourselves we resolve that never again will we be caught in that way. No sooner are we free than once more the search for something else that will yield us a good return by way of increased happiness begins. Again we catch our feet upon the “tanglefoot” of a fresh incitement. We become financially, intellectually, and spiritually involved. Lost in a maze of figures; caught up in a whirlpool of conflicting thoughts, and then amid “the encircling gloom” of divine revelations we search for that pearl of great price that may bring us calm and peace within the fitful fever. It is recorded in Holy Writ that an ass fell into a pit on the Eabbath Day. We are the asses who are falling into pits every day, and, for the convenience of a certain army of professional men (for whose special benefit a pound is divisible into three) it is well that we do. There are certainly more than eighteen holes on the golf links of life, and most of no, when taking our last hole have • shreicd suspicion that ire »TierTl! ultimately get out of that. Next Week: ATTACHMENTS.