RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CIV, Issue 30945, 29 December 1965, Page 20

RANDOM REMINDER

NOVELTY EVENT

While the older of us today goggle at the marvels of the push button age, and wonder where all those space flights are taking us, the youngsters often get their kicks out of the things which used to amuse us when of tender years. It seems a little unfair, somehow, that we find it hard to understand just what is going on in the worlds of science, fashion and pop music, while they roll around happily in the vehicles we owned 30 and 40 years ago. Everything old is perpetually new to some: and so it was that the appearance of a man on a horse

occasioned such interest among the children at one of those agricultural shows which keep Canterbury’s farming community harmlessly occupied throughout the summer months. The horse and rider came along a path and stood outside an office, and the children were stricken with admiration. The horse looked all right, the man really something. He was in a hunting coat and was wearing one of those silk-lined baseball caps and gleaming riding boots. He was absolutely splendid. And the youngsters fairly goggled at him. They pointed, with rude fingers, and de-

manded explanations from their parents. They asked, in stage whispers, if he was advertising something. Some of the smaller ones wondered if he was real.

It all recalled the appearance of a cow at the Bronx Zoo—put there, because the children in that wild savage region thought milk came in bottles. One of these days. Christchurch may boast a drive-in zoo—and on Sundays, we will be able to take the children there, so they can point to the cowering creature in a corner of. a pen and shout triumphantly. “Look, Mummy a pedestrianl”