THE PASSING SHOW.

Auckland Star, Volume LX, Issue 40, 16 February 1929, Page 8

THE PASSING SHOW.

(By THE MAN ABOUT TOWN.)

Mercedes Glertze, who apparently is not to swim Cook Strait for the moment, has derided not to marry. After she had consented to wed a young man she thought A LOVE SOIfG. she had as mneh right as any other girl to become a wife and perhaps a mother, but finds that the call of the sea is greater than the call of the home. She says will not be able to settle down until she has swum the Irish Channel, the Wash and the Hellespont. I do not spurn your love, dear youth, but cannot marry yon. I love another, faithful one. Ah. he is all true blue! No bridal garment may I wear for you: depart in peace: I love another, and I so to meet him clothed in grease. No pretty, prattling, little ones to patter at the door. My heart is dancing with the waves that lisp along the shore ; Maybe some day I'll list to you, perhaps 'twill be too late. I must not hear your pleading to ice till I have swum the Strait. Ah, home, sweet home for me is not. no cottage on the hill: No bungalow, no mansion fair, no farmlet bv the rill. But Neptune's wide and wet domain, his damp and fishy lair: No orange blossom, dear, for me—but seaweed in my hair! The roice that breathes? The northern breeze, my love his wet arms throws About me and about me as the sweet zephyr blows, Tet may I some day list to you as is a maiden's wont. When I have swum the Strait and Wash and the wide Hellespont. Dear lad. I cannot wed you. so farewell (at least for now), I go to find my bathing togs. As through the waves I plough I pray that Providence may mend your bleeding. broken heart. You bet I'll break a record, too, with a fair living start: