RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume C, Issue 29702, 21 December 1961, Page 22

RANDOM REMINDER

QUARTERED Charm, personality, savoir faire, good looks some young men have the lot, and the envy of their associates as well But such gifts are not without their handicaps. There was a boy born in Christchurch who went through school in the prescribed manner, spending too much time on football and too little on home-work. If he noticed that his sister’s girl friends sometimes looked at him in a strangely dreamy fashion, he put it down as further evidence of the general barminess of the female. What did they know about football at any rate. But when he went to Wellington to pursue his university studies, he made the discovery that girls fell for him in neaps. He already had charm, personality and good looks, and this delightful disclosure did wonders to his savoir

faire. But he found it hard to get on with his studies, for not only was he forever being pestered by gorgeous young women desperately anxious to lend him their zoology notes, or make him cups of tea while he swotted for his terms examinations, but also by men friends who just dropped in regularly no doubt on the premise that there were bound to be some crumbs on the table of so rich a man. More than that, this young man was of a kind disposition, and disliked the prospect of hurting anyone’s feelings. In a matter of weeks, he had four young women especially enamoured of him, and he had a very tricky time keeping appointments with each or them at times and places not likely to be noted by the other three. His work suffered, but not his charm, personality, savoir faire, and good

looks. But he was slowly being cornered, and a crisis was bound to occur. It did, when he decided to get away from it all. He sat down in his digs and wrote four letters, all of them full of charm, personality, savoir faire and their good looks. In the letters he told bis various sweethearts that work had to come first, but to be brave and wait, for he loved them all deeply. It was, of course, written in the singular case each time. But the inevitable happened. He put the letters in the wrong envelopes. There is little doubt now that he will make a success of his studies. The holocaust which followed his careless despatching of his correspondence has altered his way of life. He is bent of back, furtive in his movements. His savoir faire is shattered, his charm withered, his personality warped. All he has left are his good books. j