RANDOM SHOTS

Auckland Star, Volume LXIX, Issue 280, 26 November 1938, Page 17 (Supplement)

RANDOM SHOTS

"One of the safest methods of slimming is to perspire regularly," says a doctor. It's the constant drip that wears away the stone. ♦ + ♦ ♦ , A new play is described, by a critio as a blend of farce and hair-raising horror. Altogether, it should be a perfect scream. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ "A wife usually cleans her husband's 'den' just when she thinks she will, whether it is convenient for him or not," declares a writer. Time and tidy wait for no man. ♦•♦ ♦ ♦ "The bathing girl of fifty years ago," Bays a tiovelist, "used to dress like Mother Hubbard." The sunbathing girl of to-day is as mttch like her cupboard as anything. * * ♦ * A business man says he agrees that a woman should get a man's pay. Well, Bhow us the Wife who doesn't.

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It is estimated that for every shilling spent on books in America, £1 7/ is spent on chewing gum. No doubt, but then it must be remembered that one can borrow a book. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ An explorer has abandoned the idea of an expedition into the unknown interior of South America and is getting married instead. Oh, well he probably knows best. + + + + A business man states that he has so little time for lunch that he takes a bite at his desk. It is probably one of those roll-top affairs. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ A document case containing twentytwo pounds was found recently in a tra-mcar. That's nothing. We once heard of a man who found a seat in one.

A judge declared recently that even an ordinary domestic servant may be a Cleopatra. It is only fair to add, however, that the vast majority of them are quite respectable. ♦ ♦ * ♦ Advising girls to look their best, Dorothy Dvd reminds them that face powder frequently catches a man. And baking powder is helpful in holding him. ♦ * ♦ "f A traveller declares that the most amazing contortionist he ever saw was an itinerant Arab. A sort of folding Bedouin. + + + + Back in the dim ages, a scientist declares, a settled world rose from chaos. At the moment of writing there seems little hope of history repeating itself. ++♦ . + "At the moment," says a novelist, "my small son can't make up his mind whether to be a barber or an author." As good a plan as any is to toss up and see whether it is to be heads or tales.