HOLIDAY LAND.

Auckland Star, Volume LXXI, Issue 283, 28 November 1940, Page 6

HOLIDAY LAND.

THERE'S A WAR ON.

DOES NEW ZEALAND FORGET?

(By J.C.)

Truly we are the people. We are winning the war with the minimum of exertion and the maximum of take-it-easy and sport. We have lately enjoyed three untroubled day* running of freedom from work; the happy conjunction of the customary two days of week-end fun and recreation and the extra day provided by the observance of King's Birthdav.

The racecourses have been crowded with our splendid men and our incomparable women, as Lord Bledisloe was fond of describing us; money ha* been splashed hitner and yon without stint, our racehorses have run faster than ever, our golfers have sported their latest in bags and checks, and our bowlers have quaffed the divinest of bowls and responded to the call, "Gentlemen—the King," with unparalleled loyaltv.

Some chronic grumblers, however, were heard in tram and bus voicing their objections to the prolonged holiday. They pointed out that it is difficult to get the working man to attack his job with the right amount of vim after his three days of rallying round the "tote" and sporting in the playing fields and so forth. The honest Enzeder needs a day to recover from his joyful occasions. Another complaint is that the Post Office makes holiday, too, and has an almost total close-down. This certainly is annoying. We in the suburbs especially find it a life over the odds to be without a postal delivery for three and a half days. Last Friday's

Auckland Star" was not delivered in Wellington until Tuesday. It could very well have been delivered 011 the Monday morning at the latent; but not even letters were taken round. The postal service is a.s necessary a daily public service as the milk delivery. Nothing should interfere with it; "there could easily be an arrangement for giving our postmen time off in rotation, or otherwise, as the case may be (as I heard the lady next door explain it). For the rest, \»e have had a holiday fit for a king, and we all most loyally wish Their Majesties and their people a \ery Merry Christmas and a perfectly Happy New Year. How these blessings are to be secured we of course leave to the politicians and/or statesmen, and—oh yes, the sailors, the soldiers, the airmen, and all those jolly fine chaps. Kia ora. and Tatou, tatou!