IN PASSING

Waikato Times, Volume 121, Issue 20262, 3 August 1937, Page 5

IN PASSING

j Notes and Snapshots

Being the random thoughts of one who has a column to All, and nothing particular with which to fill it. It is surprising how, one day, one’s thoughts run fluently and effortlessly, and how another day will catch one unawares with not a single idea. It seems to be the sunshine casting a spell over the office dwellers and making them restless and eager to be outside enjoying the burgeoning of new life that is everywhere about these glorious days. A walk through the garden In the last two or three days has shown me many things, each one lovelier than the last. There were violets, deeply purple and fragrant in a shady corner, damp and pleasantly earthy smelling,, and nearby were the first anemones I have seen, blood red and singularly beautiful. And then there was a bush of golden daisies and nearby again red-hot pokers, vividly warm-looking and ideal for those huge bowls and jardinieres that brighten our lounges and entrance halls. I even saw a tree of blossom, warm pink against the soft blue of the sky and hyacinths blooming round an orange tree with its golden spheres, and heavy scented blossoms side by side on its branches. A queer vagary of Nature this, that we may see the sowing and the harvesting together. And with these signs of Spring so clear and enchanting, it would be an unbeliever indeed who dared to say Winter is not yet on the wane. * * • * I see by the paper that this has been a mild July with the rainfall below average. Quite a washout, in fact I * * • • Talking of scattered thoughts has brought me in a round-about manner to Offices. I always think when I go into an office what an index it is to the character of its occupant. For instance, there are the severely “not-a-paper-out-of-place ones ” which show their owners to be very business-like and not in the office more than they ■can help; then there are the cheerfully untidy ones which usually belong to happy-go-lucky souls who go cheerfully on, come what may, and the “home-away-from-home” ones In which the owners spend a great deal of their time. Then there are the really untidy ones, in which the desks are always hidden under a deluge of papers and rubbish, and which betoken, as a rule, an untidy and unbusinesslike mind. The ideal ones, I think, are those which are comparatively orderly, boast a bowl of flower's and two or three tasteful pictures, and a litile “personal" touch which indicates ils owner's personality and makes the visitor feel at home on entering. Story title; “Wild Grapes.” Should have quite a tang to it, I should imagine! Tops this week to the most charming tunic frock in real violet, with velvet collar and cuffs and a posy of wood-pulp violets at the neck. The tunic was fitting to the waist and flared, and the skirt straight and brief, and the wearer was the very lucky possessor of a perfect skin. And then I saw the smartest little American frock diagonally striped in forest green and cherry willi a delightful little posy of cherries at the neck, and a navy taffeta with immaculate white waistcoat with wide revers, and an adorable redingote of net. Quite enchanting for “special" afternoon affairs. Black cire satin, impeccably cut and worn on a faultless figure, was a striking model I saw at a dance the other evening, the final distinctive note being given by a band of sequinning in deep, deep blue which scintillated with every movement of the wearer. 4 • * • News* headline: “ Half - hour Parking." Dear me, what a blow to the young things 1 Did you see Hie interesting little paragraph-about Miss Marble rolling home again to heat Mdlle. ; Jedrzcjowska (Poland) after ion match points taking place before she struck the right groove? It then went on to say that Miss Dorothy Round, of England, had , defeated Ihe Pole at the recent Wimbledon tournament. Looks as if Doth Miss Marble and Miss Round did (lie round trip about the Pole!