FROM THE WATCH TOWER

Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1081, 19 September 1930, Page 8

FROM THE WATCH TOWER

By "THE LOOK-OUT MAN.” THEN, DRINK . . . Through pleasures and palaces though you may roam, It haunts you the whole of the time. You hear it the same as you hear it at home, That bundle of music and rhyme. Wherever you go, and whatever you do, In each theatre you happen to venture into; Yes, night, noon and morning they play it to you; The thing is becoming a crime. Day in and day out the darn thing never stops, We get it from old IYA, They play it in all of the gramophone shops And manage to drive us away. Each cabaret band is caught under its spell; In cinema, restaurant, eafO, hotel, They’ve bought up tho record and played it like—well, It seems to have come her© to stay. Not another is heard, not a different note, And everyone thinks it’s so clever. * It's sung by the world till it sticks in its throat; To escape it in vain we endeavour. Behind and in front and above and below, The thing seems to hang in the air, don’t you know! Successes may come and successes may But the “Stein Song" continues for ever! PAKITI. IN THE WAR ZOXE After the taxi war, a coal war. Iu spite of hostilities, life pursues the even tenor of its way. The fight,ns is not spectacular enough. It is carried on behind closed doors, in the sacrosanct -fastnesses of offices, w'ith uninspiring weapons like ledgers and mechanical calculators. If the par- i ticipating coal companies arrayed their legions in Quay Street and pelted each other with lumps of coal, it would be ever so much more interesting. Besides, we should then be able to’ visit the battlefield later with our wheelbarrow, -and pick up the coal. >0 * «■ STARTIN'U SOMETiII .V G If anybody really wants to earn popular esteem, let him start a war among those who sell lines that we are really in need of. Summer is at hand, and a bathing costume, or ice cream war would be very acceptable. A beer war would go a long way toward relieving the present state of peevishness and discontent. A milk war would be grand, and an egg war a sheer delight, though in the latter case the tendency of the combatants to become unruly and start shying their stock about might become rather too pronounced. WREST LINO WAR While we are on the subject, it is as well to mention the wrestling war, which will break out next Monday in the form of rival shows the same night. Thus if one match happens to be over early, and the other late, patrons of the rival shows will be abla to transfer themselves in time to see two bouts in the one evening. That should bo really satisfying. Nevertheless, things might have been better arranged. It should be possible to profit by the present situation, and have a teams’ wrestling match—say a men’s doubles, with Walker and Lurich lined up against Kara Pasha and Thye, the match to be under Rafferty’s rules, with shepherding and obstruction permitted. It would bo a glorious spectacle. LINK WITH ENDEAVOUR Brenton’s Reef, which gives its name to the course over which tho Enterprise and Shamrock V. decided their historic duels for the America’s Cup, has an interesting association with New Zealand history, as on it was wrecked the Endeavour, the ship in which Captain Cook explored these shores. The Endeavour was sold out of the British naval service in 1795, and found her way to America. In beating out of Newport. Harbour sho ran on to Brenton’s Reef, and though hauled off, was found to be unseawortliy, and was broken up. Disappointed supporters of Sir Thomas Dipton’s latest challenger may remark with sarcasm that it’s a pity the same thing didn’t happen to Shamrock V. FOOLISH BRETHREN Dear E.Q.M., —It struck me that there was something particularly humorous in the presence of borough councillors of Mount Eden and Mount. Albert at the united “after church meeting” conducted last Sunday by the Mount Eden Ministers’ Fraternal. The Mayor of Mount Eden (Mr. E. H. Potter) and several councillors were present, as well as the Mayor of Mount Albert (Mr. Rhodes), and his team. The hymns for the service were put ou the screen, and we had the spectacle of the Mayors and councillors making this fervent supplication: “Dear Lord and Father of mankind, Forgive our foolish ways. Reclothe us in our rightful minds, etc.” I don’t know whether they meant it, but the combined ministers seem to have “put over” a good one on the ■ combined administrators.—S.C.