Palmerston North

New Zealand Tablet, Volume LII, Issue 5, 4 February 1925, Page 30

Palmerston North

(From our own Correspondent.) January 30. After several days of anxious waiting during which we debated the possibility of their transfer from the parish, our priests came hack from their Retreat with the good news that they were “safe” a little while anyway. Last week Miss Alice Hodgins was married to Mr. David Perry, son of Mr. and Mrs. W. Perry, of Eastbourne, Wellington and Miss Frances (Fanny) Metcalfe, of Bainesse, became Mrs, Nash; for her marriage to Dr. Horace W. Nash, second son of Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Nash, was solemnised at Bainesse on the 19th. Both brides are wellknown in the parish. It will be many moons before the recent Retreat fades from the minds of those Children of Mary who were privileged to take part in it; and judging by the fervor of many of the retreatants it will have a lifelong effect upon them. Rev. Father McCarthy, S.M., conducted the Retreat, and although it was very short it gave the participants an opportunity of hearing a priest who is invariably described as an eloquent preacher. There’s nothing very interesting to talk about at present except that we had a circus. A circus ! there’s magic in the word! we are never too “grown-up” to enjoy a circus although some of us will not admit it. “Just went to take the youngsters” is a good old excuse. This time they were debarred on account of the epidemic but we attended all the same, how’s that? “To be able to tell the ‘ kids ’ (poor things) about it, of course.” Kind of us wasn’t it? anyway kindness is never wasted. Although charity begins at home it ‘doesn’t end there; and sometimes, perforce, it lands us at a circus.

On Friday last the thermometer registered 80 degrees in the shade, on Saturday it went up one, and Sunday found us “gasping” with the heat at 84 degrees—about 284 in the sun—and all were asking the yet unanswered question: Who invented work ? and when “it” (gender unknown) made this awful discovery why wasn’t it patented and coy p righted and declared “black” for all time? Well, it was 84 in the shade which meant that ifc was “hot”; we “cut” the milk and “poured” the butter and sighed for a cool breeze from the south. The breeze of our sighing arrived on Monday accompanied by much welcome rain. Things have been very (brisk and healthy since then ; and work is really good for —keeps us warm these chilly days.