"HOME, SWEET HOME"

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 26, 13 January 1928, Page 5

"HOME, SWEET HOME"

When the Wahine, homeward-bound | from Picton on her New Year’s Day holiday excursion, poked her graceful nose out of the sheltered Sounds and into the wind-swept Straits, she literally jazzed into a choppy sea. Boreas | piped a merry tune, and the Wahine danced in sprightly disregard of the upheaval her antics occasioned in the sensitive region of the majority of her fifteen hundred passengers ‘These poor souls, unaccustomed to the rollicking rolling of the sea, were finding it hard to Keep down their feelings, etc.-pur-ticularly the etc.-and forgetful of the fact that the Lord loveth a cheerful countenance, they were looking extremely sick and sorry for themselves, and, when not otherwise engaged, casting longing eyes towards the far-distant headland of Wellington Harbour. And then, above the murmur of the breeze there floated to their ears the dulcet strains of "Home, Sweet Home!" "Ye gods," groaned one, as he glared at the loudspeaker perched at the entrance of the wireless cabin, "Ye gods! Home was never like this!" "Ah," whispered a fellow . sufferer, "Vin feeling letter already. Good old 2YA is calling us home, and we’ll soon be there."