IN PASSING

Waikato Times, Volume 121, Issue 20266, 7 August 1937, Page 18 (Supplement)

IN PASSING

j Notes and Snapshots

I am getting considerably worried about this golfing lingo. I read lately that Mrs Bogey was doing very well; she had -several ringers, birdies and eagle-s on her card. Well, I mean to say, if she gets any more, does she give up golfing and begin an aviary, or does she leave the clubs at home and take the birds for a walk?

Tops this week to a simple little frook In a new and particularly lovely shade of blue, between a speedwell and a gentian. The oolour was so enohanting that the frock needed no clever outting to add to its charm. And then there was an afternoon frock in sovereign gold, with a high waistline and neck, and full sleeves, and an unusual wide belt cut to form a diamond tn the centre front, and braided in orange and nigger brown in coat-of-arms effect. For evenings I chose the girl who wore black crepe satin gaily splashed with huge rose and blue popples; and another In a haokless frock of self-pat-terned satin grano in parma violet. An unusual frook was in tango tulle over satin with shoulder straps of silver; and a very lovely gown of ivory pearl satin with a deep orimson velvet oloak with grey fur oollar, was worn most distinctively by someone tall and slender with corn-coloured hair.

Looks as if the Endeavour didn’t try hard enough. They need only to build an Endeavour 111. and it will be a case of “try, try again!” • • • •

I read somewhere the other day about some celebrity or other who painted—with flowers. It Is a lovely thought, and Indeed some people do paint with flowers. They seem to have “the green finger.” For instance, I have one friend whose garden Is not a mathematical problem of suitable flowers, but a canvas where she has used all her artistic talents, and placed the lavender flowers of the Imperial tree of Japan side by side with the rosy clouds of the flowering cherry and strewed lavender primulas with lavish hand under both, so that her garden is a glorious riot of harmonious oolour. Quite a fascinating idea to try next time you are planting, and to see how you may make an entirely new canvas with each new season.

Ploture title: “If I Had a Million." I did. A million -hopes. But I didn’t win the Art Union after all, and prosperity Is still “round the corner.”

“ I wish,” said Felicity plaintively. “you would stop J&mes from calling me Kitten in public, It sounds so ridioulously young 1 Especially now he has that absurd streak of silver in his hair which -he thinks makes him look distingue.” I told her I would do my best with James, who, having reached the ripe age of thirty, rather fancies himself ns a man of the world, and suggested that as an antidote for looking so young she should lengthen her’ skirts a little. (Felicity does not look a day over seventeen.) Then I tactfully approached James, who was full of good resolutions. * The next time we all dined cut James behaved admirably, and took every opportunity of calling the minx Felicity. The peace, however, was not to last long. It was In one of those lulls between the muslo when everybody finds themselves talking rather more loudly than they had imagined, that the 6torm broke. “Yes,” sold the woman at the next table in a loud stage whisper, “he married the older one, tout the niece lives with them; she’s only about fifteen, I believe, but she looks older.” Then seeing me smiling broadly she turned hurriedly away. James turned to me gravely. “Allow me, Penelope,” he said, “to congratulate you on the choice of a fine man,” and then wickedly raising Ills voice he said to Felicity, “and now, dear, don’t you think it’s time you saw about those school books of yours?” “Yes,” said Felicity, seelhing with rage, “and don’t forget that hair reslorer you were wauling, UNCLE James.” The party broke up hurriedly!