IN PASSING Notes and Snapshots

Waikato Times, Volume 121, Issue 20260, 31 July 1937, Page 18 (Supplement)

IN PASSING Notes and Snapshots

There Is something definitely spring-like in this capricious weather of ours, it almost seems as if the whimsical Clerk of the Weather Is smiling his slow, quiet smile and turning on his sunshine and showers as his whim take* him. However, the lengthening of the evenings seems a definite step onward to sunshiny days, and if my friends the songsters are any criterion, Spring Is well upon us, for I hear them In their dozens when I walk down in the mornings. And I saw a row of daffodils dancing in the sunshine, and trees that have been tightly budded for months of cold and greyness bursting their sober sheaves, with the green of the leaves peeping out and promising gayer things. Even the willows are showing signs that they will wave thetr gowns of green gossamer again before too many weeks have gone, *and the animals are openly rejoicing, for I have seen two old cats lying contentedly in the sunshine washing themselves, and now and then taking a walk in the garden to see what progress is being made with the flowering. These days full of new life and excitement always remind me very pleasantly of those exquisite lines by the Bard of Avon — “ Daffodils, That oome before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.” • * • • And then there was the man who told his son that there was nothing worse than to he old and broken and was told that It was worse, far worse, to be young and broket * * • • “London tan” Is the delectable shade I was telling you about the other day, and the more I see of It the more It enchants me. I should Imagine It would be ideal for golfers, for practically every shade would go with It, and chamois would be a perfect finish for It, either In hats, gloves or a trimming for collars or pockets. I see forest green and cherry Is a new combination that is receiving lots of attention from the feminines Just now too.

If I had my way lots of what oomes “over the air” would bo rapidly “given the air.” • • • •

Tops this week to someone very petite in a ooat of “London tan” velour fitting to the waist and then fully flared and with full shouldered sleeves, worn with a nigger brown sporting bat and short straight skirt, and nigger suede shoes. And there was a very ohio ensemble I saw in forest green fleck, with fitted three-quarter coat and short skirt, and an adorable double knit suit, the Jersey of powder blue and the skirt of navy, with navy peaked halo hat to finish off Its Jauntiness. For evening wear there were top marks to someone In silver and gold threaded quilted satin in a particularly lovely shade of petal pink, and a delightfully unusual frock of pale cyclamen pink cobweb lace with the cleverest use of finishings of deep cyclamen chiffon velvet.

I see there Is a wrestler by name of “King Kong” Somebody. The name reminds me of a frightfully he-mannish lad I once knew who went by the name of “Ping Pong Percy.” • • • • Spring oleaning time Is drawing perilously near, I fear, for I saw several ominous cobwebs the other day when the sun was shining through those oorners of the rooms that winter’s darkness has not shown me for several months. Nevertheless spring oleaning does not have half the terrors of the good old days, for with the modern vacuum oleaners and their thousand and one gadgets, the work Is about halved, and with the light furniture that may be moved easily and often, dust does not have a great deal of hope of accumulating. However, If your aotual cleaning time Is lessened it gives you so much extra time to think of new colour schemes and ways of arrangement for your rooms that will make you feel you have a new home and the family grudgingly admit that the place looks miles better and fresher!”