Women's Hour

New Zealand Listener, Volume 19, Issue 482, 17 September 1948, Page 10

Women's Hour

HERE is rather too much consciousness of time’s winged chariot in the ZB Women’s Hour. When the session was new I found myself stimulated by the sense of urgency that pervaded it, but now I am like the un-cooperative passenger on a conducted tour, who wants to potter round the Colosseum while the guide hustles him on to the

catacombs. The session has perhaps jelled a little too firmly into its original mould, whereas its purpose could be served much better if its internal divisions were less rigid. On a recent Friday, for example, we had an excellent talk from a diffident speaker on the carding and spinning of raw wool. Halfway through the talk the speaker discovered that she had only five minutes left, rattled through the remainder of her carefully prepared material, asked if she could have another minute to touch, on wool-dyeing,' and was refused because "it was now time for our record." Whereupon we listened to the Spinning Song from the Flying Dutchman. One of the chief merits of the (continued on next page)

(continued from previous page) Hour has always been that the speakers have something important to say. It is a pity to see them sacrificed to the Moloch of commercial advertisement or mown down in their prime by adherence to a too-rigid programme schedule. ;

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