THE PASSING SHOW.

Auckland Star, Volume LX, Issue 37, 13 February 1929, Page 6

THE PASSING SHOW.

(By THE MAN ABOUT TOWN.)

PARKING AREAS. Dr;;r .M.A.I ..— K it nut |».-il.l<- f..r the l>ottor Hi' tlawc ImlN tr» H«s«k-r«»"iii ti« , kots for tli«* fhpwiii" jriim of j>atr«<nr. and thus |>n>vi>:it it> adlierciKV on iirtiflcs of f'.niiitiin', «'tr? inus : < - . a bjillnxmi s<> diviii' - — <;ior!oiis \viiiiii":i. siiiirklins f.v<-s ji>hin<- - l'rom my iini»M \\«"U I fo.-l t!>.- hmir's thrill. S.i this is Iff.'. K:irj'.|.t. I drink my till. i IVrfimio in" flower.*. I h< , sensuous. \v:'viii™ p.ilius. WhiTc liniz-n ri>in:iin«. Haunts ><Mls«-t ivr <-har::is : From ilov.t) |i|p tli- fzt>M lan* , Knds in the chewing Bum uimu Ihe wSntlfiw piino. —S.K.T. The person aniiil>i wlioh , batteries of clashing machinery, a bit of papt-r tin his awful table ami an inch of pencil in liis (ini-ers. A l.«'k of INSPIRATION. beatific calm \va- 0:1 hi* brow. ;:iid he Miiiled. A man not addicted to tlii< art said to him■■\Vliat«\er are yon cloiiiy?" "I'm writing poetry."' lie >aid. "I can never think of a rhyme when it is quiet."' Then he mentioned that he'd won the lir.-t prize for an art irk , while nui>:ng the baby on his knee. "Did the baby yell?" "Dal he what:" fn'ul the writer. "He did ><►! Yes, it was a religions article. , ' That's that. A -.Miter sat amid.-t the deafeniiif; din of n new .-paj/er ollice, pourinj; his >oui tin to ]>aper. Mi-:i dropped laii:e sheets «if ste. i alioiit a. 1:! ]•■- didn't turn a hair. Machinery clanvcd. trafiic r<uii'e<l in the nearby street. He smiled and dotted his "iV and carried on There cnti-red :; c:in\er-at:«i:!i>t. v. iio droned to ». i-o!lea:;i'i- ultbiii h"rt"i'i:r for liv- , iiiinntes. for •■.•n. lor ;; .jii.- , :'..er of an hour, for an hour. The habitual srribb'cr who had written ea'tnly during; a b«ixin;< matrh rioi in a j:rea» hall w.i- .•■.'.' i: imt a lii" , . not .1 syllable. It"-, all a u.ii' i«t of ilc-.-rcr. Irvill (obb i- tl:e Anicrics-ii :i ;:n v.1... tin , hi»hest price for his sbori .-.•.<•;',(■.-. !K- ua.- a rcpurter used to elaiifr, ban.: an.l rhiiier of <-\«iy kind. His greatest story ««» tie !ir»t I".- c\er wrote. "The Adventuies of .Mr. Triinin." and he w rotj it with his pa«l on his knee while bowlinp aloii/ the railro;:d in an Amerii-an train to an a>i»i«»iinient. Ke -ay> if he co.ild reproduce that early form he'd be a proud man. C'arlyle had a room built on the nipf of his house in London t<l jjet away fr<:in t'ne domestie noises, but it is private history that the aprpravatinp old Renins was perfectly flit ile until he went below apain and listened to the maids in the kitchen smashing the crockery and (arlyle.'s voice upbraiding them. En passant, it was the voice Carlvle ran awav from.

A Lyall Bay (Wellington) suburbanito, who h,is built on the sand in that breezy spot, mentions that his tomatoes will c> t him a shilling apiece. Does he DIVIDENDS. know that he could buv

them at ninejH'nco a case in Auckland? Lyull Bay people have to buy clny to keep the sand from blowing away. Tht* scenery 'there alters day by day. and the reveller is often t-urpri.-ed to lind that the hill he left in the niornin-j has >hifie<l camp during the day and f< half a mile further on. This, however, is the >tory of the Lyall Bay gardener who di.-ln't buy clay to keep th» .-iin<l down. Seaweed \»a* Aery much nearer. i\i!<!. delJeateiy bred as he wa-. he tuileil imand made a garden that laughed with continiKius harvests. Of cour>e, it attracted pleased attention. Particularly did it please the landlord. "Nice little place you have mad? of this. Mr. B." said he. "1 daresay you'd be sorry to leave it?' . And B. said' yen lie would. The next day he received notice from the pleased landlord that his rent would be raised seven-and-Mx a week. Of eourse it's true! Locally pardoners, both amateur and professional, have had a poor spin. Said on? this niorain;* to M.A.T.: "Personally I've only lost fifty quid on my year's work, fourteen hours a day toil. Xu. I don't think the auctioneers h:tve lost much. Teil you what: there".-, only one thing that pays to prow in New Zealand. r,,a-s. \ the bloke as duj; them aens by luu-d over there ha> jur-t walked off; ruined himself with hard work."

"Yon are i-iylit, M.A.T.." said lie. "tUo rirte incline doe* not piiiiiKitp the death of tinem my. \«>u ri a tiii*iiil<er. perhaps, that a fc«v years a;jn a number of HANDS UP! shoot iets deelnied to take the bus provided to take them i.» the butts, preferring to walk. Tlu» bus -hook their nerve*! In the next war I shall drriinc to light in any battle to which I mil taken by a screaming, uncomfortable train. I will not be dumped down into the front line from an aeroplane, either. Yes. that pictorial comment of 'Punch* after the war was neat. The dear old Bisley habitue, with hi* helmet mid Minveil. his box of paints, verniers-, ground sheet, telescope sipht*. «auue.-. gadgets an<i sidewhi-kei s. is seen talking t«» a soldier just released. They discus* rille shooting, and the veteran pot hunt, r say-: •Ah. ye*, my dear sir. but there ha- been no serious shooting since 1014.'"

An Auckland lady i> renew in:: a t|Uaintanc<with the Old Country. She recently drove through the southern counties t;i London, everv inch It lin nilolent <if THE NEWS. the hi-tory ..f ~.„• race. On the way f ]u- passed through a beautiful \ilWi«;c. where time seems to stand Mill and ! lure i., pe. |..-tui:l peace, but for the incessant motor car. S»e alighted outside a village shop and i.>k.-.l the ancient one behind the little cmiiiln for a daily paper. "Tin sorry. Ma'am." said he. "inm'sall soldi But the King's a-froiu - alonj; nicely, and Kn«lalid's won the Test , " \Yliy buy a paper r ° The two wee "irlies sat upon the porch step- and discussed pressing problem?. dolls. dr«->»es. school, and many other subjects. Said the small blonde- "It's THE CHILD MIND, sew in- lesson at school today."' "Oh."' said the small brunette. "I'm not ? oin« to school to-day. I'ln »niii» ti. the dentist to have my teeth out. Which would yon rather do. Kosie: -o t,, school or have jmir teeth out?"' "Oh. have inv teeth out.' sai<l Kosie. "It doe Mit hurt a skinnv flea:"'

Whnt*- in a name? It i> not |u.!it». and it is very Im<! form itidertl to refer t«> a la.lv as a "l.ugjjaj.'e." At a lneotin- ~f the l're-hy-THE BAGGAGE, nic was di«cii>M>(l. \ .. ... speaker pointed nut th.ll it would |,<- easy f. jr members to take the summer thit'.jer "with their wive* piuvi.inns and other lii-paue." Laughter "reeled the tin, —11 it was a sli|>. ! THOUGHTS FOR TO-DAY. There are madder heart*, than vonr-: «.. and comfort them, and that will comfort yja —Anon. • • • • For Frieiidi-hlp— real Friendship— i, troul.le shand jukes luiderXo.,,!, nit'.rests known: it i> the laughter the -Hness, the joy, the bundrcU and one little thins* 01 daily ),fe a ll hound together bv eome mvsterioiu and wonderful undemirrent of 5v,,,. S " ud «n«ler e tanding.—Kk-hunl in "With Silent lriends."