RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CIII, Issue 30486, 7 July 1964, Page 30

RANDOM REMINDER

TURNABOUT

Yesterday we had something to say about a fire at Wainoni of which hardly anyone took notice. Today, our typewriter is practically smouldering in our eagerness to tell you about a fire at Rangiora which could possibly have been put out earlier than it was had it not received so much dutiful attention. With which cryptic remark, on with the waffle. Volunteer firemen are a grand race, we think. They

can not sit about like the professional, polishing his brass and filing his fingernails: the volunteer fireman has to beat his panels or deliver his papers or sell his insurance policies. But at the siren’s call, he responds with alacrity and performs with skill. In Rangiora recently, a member of the volunteer brigade went to work one morning at a big store and arrived there just as a colleague had unlocked the

door. The colleague went inside, came back to the door and said “A fire, I think, Henry” or something like it At that very moment, the fire alarm in the town sounded its doleful lay. So Henry sprinted back to his car and drove at reckless speed to the fire station, where in a matter of moments he was one of the splendid crew speeding its way back to the store he bad just left