FROM THE WATCH TOWER

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 901, 19 February 1930, Page 8

FROM THE WATCH TOWER

By

“THE LOOK-OUT MAN.”

THE GREAT HUNGER Before knocking out Erickson in the second round of his latest bout, Carnera, the giant Italian, devoured 24 eggs.—Cable. VViien athletes of normal dimensions do forth to the field or the track, rhey calm their internal dissensions By eating* a moderate snack, Consisting, perhaps, of a sandwich— Just one, or at most, two or three— That meets all necessities, and which Is topped off with tea. But what of this mountain of muscle Who every tradition defies Before each Olympian tussle. By filling himself to the eves? Though eggs are the bounty of Heaven Such gluttony all will deplore. Maybe you'd forgive six or seven. But not twenty-four. O man of magnificent sinew. If you would retain our respect. Although you continue to win you Will have to be more circumspect. Voracity’s rotten bad form and Will land you in blackest disgrace. Ih lact, one might call you a gourmand, But not to your face! * * * FORCE, OF COURSE As the representative of a service wbich would not exist but for the doctrine of force as a necessity in dealings between factions and nations, Commodore Geoffrey Blake, of H.M.S. Dunedin, is only pursuing tbe obvious line of logic in urging that force is the one policy possible just now in Samoa; but interviews with naval officers on contentious professional subjects are so rare that this particular interview, released through the Press Association yesterday while Commodore Blake is still absent in Samoa, must in the meantime be regarded with some suspicion. There has been a break somewhere. Either Commodore Blake has broken the tradition of a “silent navy,” or else someone unnamed has wittingly or otherwise broken a confidence. GOOD BOSSES Employers who have good cricketers on their staffs have to be public spirited men. They have; to realise that their singular good fortune in having at the cash desk a man who can knock up a century iu a test match carries with it a responsibility to the sporting public. Fortunately New Zealand has a high-minded type of employer who rarely fails to admit his obligations. The New Zealand Cricket Council has been able to arrange for a week’s extra leave for all the members of the team now waiting here for the fourth test, and it is a fine tribute to the employers concerned that in not one case was there a quibble. No manager or business man was so paltry or mean-spirited as to say: “No, I cannot carry on with a reduced staff any longer.” Instead, they all graciously wired their agreement. It takes rare qualities to make a good cricketer; but it takes even finer qualities to make a good boss. SOUTHWARD BOUND Something new in tourist enterprises is promised by a plan to take a 17,000-ton liner to Antarctica, where the passengers will be able to gaze upon the forbidden continent, peer into the lonely huts of intrepid explorers, and experience the thrill of a dash by sleigh across the frozen wastes. Having done so, they will return to the ship, dress for dinner, sip a couple of cocktails, and then devote the remainder of the evening to dancing or bridge. Claiming a knowledge of feminine psychology, the promoters expect their venture to be of particular interest to women, because this is the one remaining corner of the globe where women have not hitherto set foot. Nevertheless, cynics' may find it hard to visualise a rush of women to the Polar regions. Women prefer the warmth of torrid latitudes. Give them the burning tropics, waving palms, a blue lagoon, and they find romance in it. But. a world of ice and snow does not appeal to them. It leaves them cold. GOODBYE TO ALL THAT Another disadvantage is that if women start to frequent the Antarctic their presence will not improve the honourable status of Polar exploration. No longer will bearded misogynists be able to bury their surliness under a pretence of scientific works in the far South. The dispatches of the Russell Owens of the future will have a new and livelier interest. Amid the chronicles of routine existence in the South, or of dashes by airplane to tbe Pole and back, might appear the announcement that a bevy of beautiful blondes from Tuskaloosa, T.T.5.,. had just dropped in, and that further Polar exploration would in the meantime be deferred. It is a sad thought. From now on the world will never he quite sure whether men who go South with theodolites and telescopes are being perfectly honest in claiming science as their mistress. There will be more than one kind of frozen waist to look after if this latest proposal materialises.