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Wairarapa Times-Age, 18 June 1938, Page 9

New Rector’s Wife: “Ah, I’m so glad to see you’re not like most men, spending the afternoon watching football matches. Is Mrs Jones at home?” Jones: “No, she’s gone to the football match.” Birds and butterflies, not flowers, supply colour to the American tropics. Some of them look like flying flowers, notes Sir W. Beach Thomas in a recent article. There is a little pleasant English church in Para (where the rubber comes from) presided over by a padre who, being English, is the best naturalist on the river. One day as he was playing the organ a humming-bird flew in and seemed to take the notes for flowers, hovering over the keys and stopping at a succession of the dark notes. It then flew to the roof, and though the tall doors were open had difficulty in escaping. This bird, or another, flew so long about the rafters that it become clogged with the spiders’ webs —and spiders there may be as big as crabs. It fell to the floor; and after service was with difficulty disentangled. The repetition of such a disaster could not be faced, so a hole was cut in the roof; and now hummingbirds that fly up there see the bright way of escape and no longer die of chains or imprisonment!