THINGS THE OBSERVER WOULD LIKE TO KNOW
Observer, Rōrahi XXXIV, Putanga 42, 27 Pipiri 1914, Page 15
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THINGS THE OBSERVER WOULD LIKE TO KNOW
Will the Jermyn Street scheme Jenny nate ?
—Do you think the Bay of Islands seat has a drawing pin on it?
—Who owns the'air? It woiildn't he a milking machine proprietor, would it?
—If a hall is an asset in Waihi? It certainly is an asset in Auckland. Ask Hall Skelton!
—Whether there's anyone who really doubts that the suffragette business is a burning question?
—What does "C.M.G." mean? Is not the suggestion "Christopher Made Gorgeous" a bit far fetched?
—If the time is "not ripe" for a better system of guarding overseas mails of the railway truck variety?
—Will Kaipara. change its Coates? Perhaps the Bay of Islands can teach it how. He who runs may Reed.
—What steps John Cullen is taking to follow the British precedent and employ policewomen? It would lead to a lot of "barrack.'
—If a North Auckland paper as intentionally facetious and ungallant to the ladies when it mentions the "frights and fairs" between New Zealand and Sydney?
—Whether a copyright hasn't been busted? Don't know where the design for the new Bank of Australasia could have come except from a mourning card.
Whether the searchlight at the new Parnell picture theatre can play on Campbell's Point, and if lovers believe it comes under the heading of a public nuisance?
What these secret conclaves between Charlie Rende, the town planner, and Mr J. H. Hannan mean? ' One of those modest acts of unselfish philanthropy, John?
Tf these birthday titles are not quaint? Dr. Mawson, who is just married, is made a knight bachelor, and Kitchener the Kold is made an hereditary earl, with no chance of handing the bauble on.
If Sunday really was the shortest day of ttie year? A citizen reports that he only possessed threepence on Monday. "Another brown to make fourpence, boss," he wailed.
—If Barnum-Powell, the Boy Skite, is contemplating another business trip to New Zealand? "The New Zealanders are the bravest of them all," he says. He also gives a testimonial for somebody's jam.
—If the local magistrate who, in endeavouring to describe a local thoroughfare through the telephone said, "Oh, you know what I mean —the Betting Lane," knew how much offence he might give to most respectable wool brokers?
If it is true that at a meeting of newspaper men called together to consider Christopher James Parr's C.M.G. tag, they were unanimously of opinion, after examining back numbers of the papers, that it means "Contributor of much guff?"
