THE PASSING SHOW.

Auckland Star, Volume LXIII, Issue 149, 25 June 1932, Page 7

THE PASSING SHOW.

(By THE MAN ABOUT TOWN.)

ADVERTISING'S AID. "We cannot secure prosperity by advertising for it, but we must increasingly realise the essential part played by advertisin o in stimulating production and facilitating distribution." —Lord Leverhulme, speaking at tin. Advertising Association's convention. When skies are black Haul in the slack And guard against surprise, But do not think Your sales will shrink Because you advertise. In faint-lieart men, I sadly pen. • Hope very quickly dies. An epitaph For such —I laugh— "They failed to advertise. There is a title, Both deep and wide, And it is bound to rise It' men of grit Will do their bit— Kick in and advertise. The thing that gives The biggest "divs." And brings the richest prize To those who think Is printer's ink — It paus to advertise. MIT

PERSONALITY OF THE WEEK,

Mr. Charles James Tunks, of the legal firm of Messrs. Jackson, Russell, Tunks and West, was born in Tauranga in 1807 and retains the enthusiasm of WO. 345. youth. He went to the Tauranga District School and won- a district scholarship at the Auckland Grammar School, when it was in Symonds Street. After three years at the school he was articled to Mr. Sam Jackson, of Messrs. Jackson and Russell, becoming a solicitor, and on the retirement of Mr. James Russell he became a partner in the firm to which formerly Mr. Justice Ostler belonged, Lieut.-Colonel F. M. G. West joining on Mr. Ostler's elevation, to the Bench. Mr. Tunks served for twelve years on the Mount Eden Road Board and the Borough Council which superseded it. He is chancellor of the Diocese of Auckland, a member of the standing committee and other bodies within the jurisdiction of the Church of England. His chief hobby is work for the St. John Ambulance, and has been for nearly forty years. He is chairman of the committee of the association and commissioner for the Auckland district of the St. John Ambulance Brigade and a Knight of Grace of the Order of St. John. His is a full life, but he has time to be chairman of the Diocesan High School Council, a Rotarian, and to take a delight in his garden.

Dear M.A.T., —In my native district, which was agricultural, two men were employed travelling with a combine (or threshing machine) workHERE'S LUCK. ing at the various farms. For transport these men kept horse and trap. When travelling the men would call at an inn by the roadside for their glass of beer, and it was a common thing for the owner of the horse to come out with a glass of beer for the horse. He would hold up the horse's head in such a way that very little of the beer was lost. The horse was so used to it that he expected it. —Eye Witness.

True tales of horses who drink have seeped into this column from time to time, leaving a question in the minds of literary

analysts as to how a shire STIRRUP CUP. stallion drinks a pony beer, the horse's lip hardly being built for tiny apertures. Even buckets unless of ample circumference often present a problem to Nugget, and he, poor fool, faced with a standing bucket too small for his nose, will often push it over with a forefoot. The problem recalls a well-known Australian poem which depicts the station hand in drought time, far from home and waterhole, who "empties his waterbag down the neck of liis played-out station hack." The poem was illustrated by the late Frank Mahony, the best hand at drawing a horse of his time. Frank was in London at the time and the verses were sent Home. The picture is of the man tipping the water from the bag into the horse's mouth, as awkward a thing to portray as a horse artist ever tackled, but clone with the utmost naturalness. Ingenious as Frank was, however, it is possible he would have found it difficult to draw a Clydesdale stallion tossing off a half-handle or saying "'Ere's luck!" while sipping from a nobbier glass with an inch and a. half top.

Sir Percy Fitz Patrick, the South African statesman, in "South African Memories," tells a story of a Boer leader many New Zealand soldiers may remember— A SPOT OF RUM. General Do la Key. I)e la Key, in the course of business, captured a British eonvpy near Pretoria, together with the troops guarding it. There was plenty of ration rum aboard" the wagons, and although the Boer leader forbade his own men to touch it, lie sent word to the Tommies that they were welcome to it. The Tommies asked to be taken to General de la Bey, who was very much touched when they danced round him, singing "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow." "You English," he remarked, "are very funny." There is another rum story told here for the first time perhaps. hi the exceedingly unpleasant action at Sauna's Post, the successful do Wet brought off a iemaikablv good win and took, anion" other things, a vast convoy and 400 prisoners —among them 17 N t w Zpalantlers. Botha, who afterwards became Prime Minister of South Africa and a British general, differed from de la Bey, in that lia addressed the British prisoners and forbade them to loot the wagons for „j yin „ tl pel . lllispion . however to take food. A trooper of the Lifeguards disobeyed the order, and, when full of rum, this giant pulled several Boers off their horses and had Botha himself by the leg, when the furious guardsman was "manhandled by the Dutchmen. He was a verv, awkward customer, and so powerful that lie! maimed several men. It is history that he was so tioublesome that lie stayed permanently at Sanna's Post, the Boers having no time to waste. j