PERSONALITY OF THE WEEK.

Auckland Star, Volume LXI, Issue 133, 7 June 1930, Page 8

PERSONALITY OF THE WEEK.

• This is Captain W. P. Clifton-Mogg, of the Royal Naval Reserve, known to tens of thousands of sea-going arid shore-keeping folk in iuany waters and here NO. 157. introduced to thousands of others. The genial master of the Tainui lias been for thirty-three years in the service of the Shaw, Saville and Albion Line is now its highly popular commodore. Many people interested in the sea and with friendly interest in the commodore surrounded him at table the' other evening, bringing him rich gifts and kind words. Notably his friends gave him a picture of the anchor stone of the original Tanui canoe which brought the first Maoris to the Long White Cloud. .

Attracted to New Plymouth by rumours of football and horses, many of the stalwarts of the backblocks . mixed with, townsmen at local hostelries. In one AMBITION'S. little group the men from SUMMIT, the back talked in a very . . sophisticated manner on .sporting topics. The'impression the hornyhanded visitors gave was that they bet in large amounts both on football and silk. There was one young giant with corns, an inch thick on his hands, which were like young legs o' muttoii. "Me luck was in," he said. "I cleaned "Up fifty lovely quid." A curious townsman asked, "Where do you come from?" The giant named a bush camp in the hinterland. "You must Lave a good job there!" he continued. "Bet yer life!" replied the young man. "I work in a §awmill." "What wages do you get?" "Two bob an hour. Since I got two bob an hour," he continued, "I never looked back; what's yours?" Dear M.A.T., —A well-known business man is frequently 'phoned by a friend with some such introduction as "Camera here." The other day a voice at the other THE CHALLENGE, end of the 'phone announced that a wellknown boxer was speaking. "Yes," says the business man, "I can box, too. I'll take you on any -time you like. ' If it's stoush, I'm right there. France is full of cemeteries I've helped to fill." At last the other man got in a word. It was the real boxer all right. Some business eventuated that made the little.incident worth ! while. —The Point. Dear M.A.T., —One of your "Royalty" pars of recent date reminds me of this:.. Many years ago a royal, duke was visiting Australia, and a skilled coach driver —a LINGUA FRANCA, rough son of the bushwas chosen to drive his Excellency round to view some of the scenery.. The driver«had been well coached by the local entertainment committee as to his deportment, the mode of address ("Your Royal Highness") being particularly stressed. All went well until the Duke began-to question Bill about places of interest. Not a word in reply from Bill. "My man," said the scion of Royalty, "are you dumb?" Then the unfortunate driver, almost bursting into tears, stammered forth: "I forget what the they told me to call you."— G.P.C. THOUGHTS FOR TO-DAY. Tis expectation makes a blessing dear; Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were. —Suckling. • * » • It is self-centred people who are lonely— the richer the gift, the richer the giver. No one was ever the worse for giving.—F. E. Montr es or. 1