RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CIX, Issue 31921, 24 February 1969, Page 17

RANDOM REMINDER

REMEMBER . . . ?

There are really very few people who need to use the lovelorn columns in the newspapers to find partners in life. The miracle of love repeats itself thousands of times a day. It may be that one day he discovers that the toothy long-legged girl next door has changed overnight into a princess; it may be a chance meeting on a dance floor, a tennis court, which begins the greatest love stories of the century, which they all are. But there can be no doubt that when people are thrown together day

after day in an office, the prospects of nature sorting things out is far better than if they live on adjoining desert islands and neither has a boat. The business office does better than all the heart-to-heart columnists in match-making. It is happening all over the place, all the time—the young man waiting about for the typist to finish work, the offer of a lift home, all the usual preliminaries. And all the usual situations. A young Christchurch lady telephoned us the other day to tell us about

the young man from her office who regularly asked to give her a lift home, an offer she inevitably accepted. But the other night, they bad covered only about a mile and a half of the journey when the vehicle stopped and be said they bad run out of petrol. This, she thought was a fairly boary stratagem, one which was particularly surprising, for two reasons. The first was that he was a brighter sort of young man than that The second was that they are both employed by a large oil company.