FROM THE WATCH TOWER

Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1000, 17 June 1930, Page 8

FROM THE WATCH TOWER

Bv “THE LOOK-OUT MAN.” ALL TOGETHER At a dinner following the match witli Otago, British spokesmen said they did not consider they were supermen. They were pleased with themselves because they had enjoyed a thoroughly good game. Otago spokesmen said the play of the visitors had been an eye-opener. They were among the finest sportsmen ever brought to these shores. They had played in splendid spirit, and Otago had learned a great deal. Now I’ll pat your back and you pat mine: The game was hard, but the sport was fine; We won in a canter as you all will agree— . So amble to the counter —have the drinks on me. OTAGO Each player was a wonder, and his work was pretty— Quite an object-lesson for this dour Scots city. BRITAIN Tut, tut! You flatter us. We’re not sup’er-men; The spirit of Dunedin is . . . well . . . say when! OTAGO We’re pleased you won—it has don® a lot of good. BRITAIN We’re pleased we have —and we thought it would. ALL Whoops, boys! Fill ’em up for Auld Lang Syne. I’ll pat your back and you pat mine. The match was a bracer, as you all agree. Now have another “chaser” while the shout’s on me. M.E. THE THOUSANDTH ISSUE Today The Sun appears In Auckland for the thousandth time. The first Issue came spouting from the press on Wednesday, March 23, 1927, and 999 issues have followed it, each reaching a wider circle of readers than the one before, and each, we hope, adding a little to the pleasure of the many who have made this paper their evening companion. Old features have been improved' and new features embraced- in the days that have gone by and the policy of betterment continues. From his post aloft the L.O.M. can gaze ahead at still greater things. OPPORTUNITY . Who says that New Zealanders are not good business men? Long before the big turbines had ceased turning at Arapuni last week, keen-eyed men were delving in City warehouses and emerging triumphantly with dozens of slim packages wrapped in brown paper. By the middle of the week the same men were to be seen in various suburbs going from house to house. And to each housewife the tale was told. “You are aware, madam, that Arapuni has closed down. This means that Auckland is dependant upon an uncertain supply of electricity. From now on your lights may fail any evening.” So far, so good. ‘lrrefutable. "Now, madam, I have here a line of candles purchased in bulk at a price so absurdly low that I have been laughing about it all day. . . .” Thus a sale is made. In the past few days hawkers have sold Aucklanders enough wax to plug every fissure at Arapuni. MISSED AGAIN These candle vendors should be congratulated on having the wit to profit from Arapuni’s mishap. So few of us grasp opportunity by the forelock even when it has bustled up and peered into our faces. A few years ago the L.O.M. spent a lot of time considering the possibility of making money by putting advertisements on street refuse cans. But he failed to pass the consideration stage. Then someone else came along, secured local-body contracts up and down New Zealand, smothered hundreds of refuse cans with every sort of advertisement imaginable, and made thousands of pounds. But It was ever thus. How strong men of the late 'nineties must have torn their whiskers with rage when they learned that one of their fellow-men had become a millionaire by placing a footling piece of India-rubber on the end of a paltry pencil! How they must have wrenched at the shark’s teeth on their watch-chains when a sly manufacturer put a beastly little bend iu a wretched little hairpin and made a king's ransom! Candles, refuse cans, pencils, hairpins. It is all veryannoying indeed. THOSE NOUNS Clearly there is no limit to ingenuity. “Nouns of assembly” continue to assemble in the Watch Tower and the following list is said to be the product of a lunch-hour competition in a City restaurant: A snoop of sleuths. A frizzle of clergymen. A snooze of judges. * A wobble of sopranos. A sag of tailors. A slash of surgeons. A pounce of bargain-hunters. A gargle of barmen. A cadge of acquaintances. Interesting and topical is the final contribution, "a footle of engineers!”