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Random reminder

SEER AND NOT SO YELLOW

Those among us who have attained the magic age of 60, with all its benefits from governmental and local body comucopiae, apparently have to pay for this long-awaited distinction. If they are golfers, younger playing partners cast their eyes to heaven and ask if they are somehow involved in a Geriatric Classic. Further, they regularly inquire, when the veteran’s ball is four feet from the cup, whether they should hold the flag or not, for fear the putter’s sight might not be equal to the test. With disarming

charm, young relatives of the Muldoon money-makers ask of their assistance in crossing streets is required. So it goes on, with sexagenerians who regard themselves as in the autumn, of their lives being invited by implication to an early winter. But one of them, entering a Christchurch office the other day, had the perfect riposte, when he was greeted by a colleague, much younger in years. “How are tilings, John?’ 8 the younger man inquired. “I can’t remember,” was the reply,

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Press, 7 May 1980, Page 26

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Random reminder Press, 7 May 1980, Page 26

Random reminder Press, 7 May 1980, Page 26