SAYINGS OF THE DAY.

Auckland Star, Volume XLVI, Issue 68, 20 March 1915, Page 20

SAYINGS OF THE DAY.

• ' People who hunt trouble never Mil It; they catch It alive and domesticate It. When a man feels like kicking himself he doesn't want anybody else to help. Conscience is a still, small voice that has.a habit of getting stiller and smaller. The man who wants to know must admit he doesn't know.—Knozville "Journal and Tribune." A woman may have some doubt as to her husband's whereabouts, even after he is dead. One of the hardest things for a man to understand is how a woman can get along without pockets. Many a man's affections get no farther than being In love with his wife's husband. Occasionally a woman makes a fool of a man, and then rubs it in by marrying him. The true gentleman pays for his wedding suit before ordering a divorce suit. It is the girl who has been nourished npon sterilised literature who elopes with the chauffeur. Never hit a man when he's down—when you are flooring him give him such a good lick you won't have to.—Boston "Transcript" Some people tell untruths because they lack moral courage to refuse to answer questions which should not be asked. — "Albany Jonrnal." You never can tell. Even the Society for the Suppression of Vice probably has a vice-president.—San Francisco "Bulletin." ■Fame is not just. She never finely or discrfminately praises, "but coarsely hurrahs. The trnest acts of heroism never reach her ear, are never published by her trumpet.— Thoreau. Everything in life Is indigestible if yon take too much of it. But a wise woman considers her figure and refrains. A wasted life is nothing compared to a wasted waist-line. —Louise Heilgers. One year women stick out behind, the next year they project in front. One year they are fat above, the next year tbey are bunchy below. So fashion decrees.—Mrs. Alec Tweedle. All marriages are unwise; that's why everybody gets married. For most people it is the only imprudence they have an opportunity of committing. After that they're permanently cured of rashness, and settle down.—Compton Mackenzie. THE WILD WOOD. The wind blows free and hovering mist Gives way to the sun'e bright glow. The sighing oak by the zephyr kissed Has a song that is sweet and low. Afar in the valley the stream extends Like a ribbon of silver bright; And the biros that build wnere the willow bends 'Are happy from morn till night. Along come people who bring their ranch, And they scarcely regard the scene: The chipmunk sits and observes the munch A pickle or a sardine. Ob. (Nature, with all her splendid plans, Resent must Rurely feel As we strew the landscape with old tin cans -"" And paper and orange peel! —"Washington Star."

The joy of possession doesn't apply to a returned engagement ring. It would save such a lot of disappointment if we could make up our minds to the fact that never so long as the world lasts will other people agree with us as to what they should or should not do.

The German Gorernmcnt has declared timber contraband of war owing to * its alleged scarcity In Germany. Surely, as Douglas Jerrold suggested, on another occasion, the German authorities could find plenty of .wood in their own country If they only put their beads together.— "Punch."