RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CIV, Issue 30667, 5 February 1965, Page 20

RANDOM REMINDER

POT-POURRI

Today, a few unsolved mysteries, details of which have been sent to us by the involved. First, about a woman who was away for a week from her home, on holiday. She was out to dinner the night she returned, and when she at length arrived at her house —for the first time in a week—she felt the need for something to relieve a few of the pressure points. So she moved smartly into the kitchen in search of her bicarbonate of soda. She found it, in its closed packet, behind the closed cupboard door. And inside it, she found a moth, fluttering about feebly. And very naturally, she would like to know how the moth existed for a week on bicarb. There must be somq sort of explanation: we cannot find one, for it seems unlikely that the moth waa

suffering from an excessive hangover or anything like that. Nature lovers, one pace forward! The other mysteries are chiefly concerned with the occasional mishaps which occur even in the bestgoverned newspapers. We have had letters about the poor man who, according to the prints, not only fell off a ladder one day, but the same afternoon—although Buffering from quite serious injury—was knocked off his motorcycle. Oh well. Someone else asks how a newspaper, in one issue, can have two different dates at the top of consecutive pages. Weil, why not? Another question, from another reader, who refers to a recent advertisement from someone wanting £5OO who doesn’t?— offering 20 per cent Inter-

est, repayment in June, security guaranteed; applicants were invited to apply Christchurch Post Office. The inquirer felt that 20 per cent from the Post Office made a startling comparison with his humble 3j per cent in the P. 0.5.8. It was of course a private, not a departmental advertisement; the day the Post Office starts offering 20 per cent interest will persuade us to take the sock out of the floorboards. The last mystery has an answer. Someone asked why the weather reports were sometimes astray. William, aged nine, knew. Well, he said, do you think the lighthouse keepers are there ati the time? They have to go away sometimes and get their stores, and then the weather men have to guess. Might ba something to it