DENTAL CLINIC FEES

Wairarapa Times-Age, 16 November 1939, Page 4

DENTAL CLINIC FEES

(.To the Editor.) Sir. —I have read with interest the report of the Trust Lands Trust meeting appearing in your issue of November 10, in connection with the Dental Clinic and the subsequent letters also in this connection. As an interested parent I would appreciate an opportunity of saying something in support of the parents who have been taken to task and the school teachers who have, in my opinion, been unfairly criticised. In the first instance it would seem that the system of collecting fees is very much at fault, if not the main reason why the financial position is so unsatisfactory. In April, 1938, I received an account for 5s annual fee, which was duly paid. Since then I have had no notification as to when the following year’s fee is due or to whom it should be paid. Furthermore I have made it my business to enquire from other parents, all of whom advise that they have received no notification as to when or where fees are payable. Those interviewed are good honest citizens, who appreciate the work being done by the clinic and will. I am confident, gladly send in their 5s on receipt of proper notice. Surely it is someone’s allotted duty to issue notices on the due date and to attend to receipts. I do not think that it is reasonable to place the responsibility with the school teachers whose time is already fully taken up with school work and other kindred duties. —Yours etc., PARENT. Masterton, November 15. MUSINGS IN THE BATH (To the Editor.) Sir, —Coming down from Lansdowne the other morning I picked up a scrap of paper which contained matter which might properly appear under “Other People’s Ideas”: — Trickle trickle little tap, Do you need some Plunket pap? Naaman reckoned long ago Jordan’s water had no go. Trickle trickle little tap, First a gurgle, then a gap. This bath takes an hour to fill, The soap has dried; I’m feeling chill. Trickle trickle little tap, P’raps I’ve time to take a nap. Tepid baths cost twenty thou, The trickling tap says "Yeh and How?” Trickle trickle little tap. The beans are losing all their sap, Up among the hills so high There’s lots of water from the sky. Trickle trickle little tap. Just a thought that’s worth a clap— Bob might make a reservoir And charge it up to this darned war. Trickle trickle little tap, That darned shower’s splashed my lap; Now the bath has filled, it’s cold. Abana Pharpar, I’ve been sold. —I am. etc., ROBERTS ROAD.