FROM THE WATCH TOWER

Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1019, 9 July 1930, Page 8

FROM THE WATCH TOWER

By “THE LOOK-OUT MAN.

ROLL UP If you take an interest in your country's products . And you want to see just now the wheels go round, . If you’d know about the hundred things you purchase And why they cost just so much in the If w(ph to find out all about the 'tater, And the story of the porker and the cheese. , _ _ Till the time they're shipped aboard the mighty freighter That hears them to their market overseas. If you’d hear the story of a pat of butter To the time it reaches distant London town, Jf you’d learn the inner history of a chocolate. And why the price of wool goes up and down. If you’re old enough to find romance in autos. Or young enough to give the swings a Just get aboard the tramcar or the ferry And roll up to the Auckland Winter Show. —A. 11. HOODS AND Ti ELI EES All eloquent protest against parish criticism of a much-prized hood is made bv tile Rev. A. Russell Allerton. vicar o£ the Church of St. Thomas, in his parish magazine. He suggests that his hood savours no more of Roman Catholic practice than it does of “Dissentient” beliefs, and adds: “I cannot think of anything more Anglican than the hood which I wear.” Mr. Allerton has every justification for the stand he has taken. It is true that there are hoods and hoods, but the fact remains that a hood is more an academic than an ecclesiastic garment. In other words, hoods —as hoods—have nothing to do with religion at all unless the degrees they represent are degrees in divinity. There are to be found in every community many proud possessors of hoods who have no religious views whatever. SAVAGEKY OF 710.1/.•■V It is true that a hoar by any other name would look as ugly, hut his membership of the pig family is apt to discredit him, and brand him with the slow, harmless stupidity -we associate with farm-yard styes. Unfortunately, this porcine reputation is not always deserved by boars, as a young Foxton man, who was attacked and severely ripped the other day, has learned to his cost. Many domestic boars are not far removed in disposition from their bushland brethren, and the wild “Captain Cooker” is probably New Zealand’s most dangerous animal out of captivity. Contrary to popular belief, the mature boar is a cunning, sagac ious animal, easily angered and, considering his bulk and shape, uncannily swift in action. Experienced hunters know it is wise to take to a tree if they meet a hoar on the warpath and are sans good dogs and a knife, or their less sportsmanlike alternative, a heavy calibred rifle. CUXXJXCr AXD COURAGE In the great majority of cases, a wild boar will run rather than fight but, if cornered, he will give a formidable account of himself, particularly if the pig dogs are unable to secure or maintain the jaw hold so essential to the well-being of the hunter who is approaching, knife in hand. Unless he is held the hoar will stand stock still, facing his attackers with lowered head. When a dog leaps forward he will meet it like a flash, and his curved tusks will rip deeply. The. impasse may continue for an hour and more, but’ the boar will stand his ground, conserve his strength like a clever boxer, and exhibit the courage of a lion. If a rifle is not handy the wise hunter will give his foe best and call off his beaten dogs. Of course, there is the pig hunter who uses his dogs,merely as beaters, and dispatches his y/’ey with a bullet, but from a strictly sporting viewpoint this is tantamount to netting fish rather than angling for them. ABHORRED CRE3f.iTIOX D.C.S.T.: No one should scoff at the spirit moving the Ngati-Awa tribe of North Taranaki to resent the cremation of Sir Maui Pornare in San Francisco. To a Polynesian, the cremation of a revered person is a terrible offence. There is a delicate issue as to whether the Maoris will overcome their abhorrence and will address traditional farewells to an urn of ashes. The Maori practice, of course, is to address a dead person as though he were living, praising his ancestors and enjoining him not to falter as he passes on to the Beyond, Te Reinga. One remembers the uncanny atmosphere when such speeches were made during (he mourning of the deaths of Ariki (Sir James Carroll) and Queen | Te Marae. One can understand the Maori attitude toward cremation, but. j is it not better than having Sir Maui ! buried ill California?