ETHEL TURNER AT HOME.

Dominion, Volume 3, Issue 840, 11 June 1910, Page 10

ETHEL TURNER AT HOME.

Ethel Turner (Mrs. [I. K. Curiewis), who is now paying lie;- Srst visit to the Old World, writes to uu' Australian friend an ecstatic letter from Dover, where she has arrived after much journeying. Like most Australians, who go to Europe for the ftrst time, her cry is, "Why did 1 not co'mo sconer!" Ami she urges her friends to save their pennies, and have their turn of the jov.v Her own time is limited, so she is cramming nil she cun into the few months. When writing she had visited Naples, Pompeii, Home, Florence, Venice, and Milan; had spent a week in Switzerland, where, to her disappointment, the snow was too thicy: to skate, but she. had rivelled in the skiing and toboganning. Then, after a week in Germany, she had been to Holland. ivhei;e the wonderful flower-gardens of Haarlem, with their thousands and thousands of bulbs—tulips, hyacinths, and daffodils—had almost turned her brain with their beauty; a day spent on the field of Waterloo she describes as "one of the times of our whole lives." She had not yet arrived at London, but was enjoying the South of England fust— Canterbury, Dover, and other towns, whose names conjure up such histories. After n few weeks in Loudon, she goes to Paris, then back to England for as much time as there is left.

Golf balls cost half-a-crown sixty years ago. They were mado by stuffing a leather skin with boiled feathers. Good specimens ate now worth a five pound note.