WITHOUT PREJUDICE

Dominion, Volume 14, Issue 301, 14 September 1921, Page 4

WITHOUT PREJUDICE

NOTES AT RANDOM (By *T.DJI.) The mere fact that a woman tries to hide her age shows that she is old enough to know 'better. When the Minister of Education meets the Minister of Justice naturally there is a Parr-Lee. Presumably also the Bell is told.

Mr. Nana Bhana, a banana merchant, won his case in the Magistrate’s Court Xisstn-day. Who says there is nothing in a name?

Persons who believe in thought transference, telegony, and second sight will be interested to note from this morning's news that while Beckett and M'Cormick were engaged in a hurricane fight in fashion in London Opera House even the weather became infected and produced a hurricane of its own.

In view of the fact that 67,000,000 tons of rain fell in London it ik not at all Surprising that Rotten Row was nearly carried away. I hear Houndsditch was full, and it was high tide on tho Strand; in fact, a regular Waterloo, enough to make Eastcheap and Charing Cross.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, in a new book, says Australians are less ready to show emotion than-the people of Britain, more restrained in applause, more devoted to liberty, and quieter in expression. Tho volume is appropriately entitled "Wanderings of a Spiritualist."

I have been to Blackpool in August', Hampstead Heath on Bank Holiday, and from Melbourne to Ballarat and back with 40,000 other people for 3s. Gd. return, and I should say the Australian is about the most overpoweringly affectionate. person on this earth, and if Sil Arthur Conan Doyle’s idea of restraint in emotion is for everybody to kiss their sweethearts in public continuously throughout a three-hour railway journey, then nil I can say is that things must be pretty warm in spiritualistic circles.

The account of a recenj; dance alleges that some of the flocking was "decidedly extreme." The reporter must be suffering from-frock-shock. ’1 he same writer tells us that by far the most becoming of the frocks were "tho ones that aimed at the happy mean.” The "lino, gpe.ms to have blundered here. The charming frocks were of course 'aimed at the “happy man." ■ ■_

In referring to his verse on the Weather Prophet in yesterday’s issue as a "somewhat feeble effort," ,1 have unwittingly offended an esteemed correspondent. "I resent your disparaging retorencei to my. poetry about thi' weather, he writes. "‘Feeble/ indeed! that adjective is jjeculiarly inappropriate. I asked for no foe, and tho fee I received was more feeble than my verse. Never look a gift horse in the mouth, is a proverb you have forgotten. I have a good mind liever to be a poet again. But why should I' punish the world for your shortcomings?” To which I humbly answer, why, indeed?

Hush! Tired-out with the\day’s efforts, all are soon asleep except the indefatigable trainer, who wanders on tip-toe from room to room to see that his charges ar<| sleeping comfortably" and'are not cramping their muscles. so the night wears on . •

This touching pen picture from our evening contemporary is not a description of slumber time at one of Dr. Tniby King’s admirable Karitane hostels for infants. It is the affecting climax to the story of a visit to the All Blacks training camp at Day’s. Bay, where some twenty odd delicately nurtui-ed] young New Zealanders are being prepared lor their encounter with the Springboks. It is heartening to learn tyat these voung creatures are being so carefully nursed for tile great day. Such tender saplings as our friend the lock, Moffitt, the gentle winger, M'Donald; the delicate scrummers, M'Lean, Bellis, Fogarty, % can and Co.; the fragile Steel and the slender Siddejte must give their nurse a lot of anxiety even m Slumbeiland.

So serious indeed is the outlook Hint Dr. Bumpus is going over to Day s Bay this morning to supervise the final pieparations of the All Blacks f or tbo nl °: mentous decision on which the future of civilisation hangs on Saturday The Doctor says he thinks Mr. Lesh has overlooked the necessity of providing a diet that will yield the right number of calorics and vitammes to five places of-decimals. The team must have the correct amount of exercise neither too much nor too little, and the foot-pounds of effort required of. each man must be figured out m ounces. Mr. Leslie's visits through the night to see the men are sleeping properly are too casual altogether, and the Doctor is organising a trained staff of heart spec aistslwho willreach listen with a stethoscope to every man’s Breathing continuously through'the night. A fleet, of rubber-tyred bath-chairs has been seemed to wheel the team from the Day s Bay steamer to the Athletic Park on the ffi-eat day, and the traffic will be diverted during the solemn, progress.-

Major Fitzurse says it is imperative that arrangements should be made o keep the public-houses open until midnight’ on Saturday so that if Now Zea-> land loses the people may have a proper opportunity of drowning their sorrows. The Major doos not regard this contingency as probable, but his motto is “Be prepared,” and it is vital that the Health Department should see that a full suonlv of stimulants is accessible in event of disaster. Otherwise it would be impossible for the bulk of the people tn bear ur> unaided until the opening hour on Afonday morning. Pat Priceless sends mo this dirge, which he styles: ' THE VICTIM. “Times is ’and,” sez Tim O’Doolin, As he drew his final pay. An’ 'e staked me to a handle. To a frothin’ clear-cool handle; 'Twas a hard bought, foamin’ handle. ’FJ was sacked the other day. “ ’Tis our fault.” sez Tim O’Doolin As wo drunk tho cheery ale "It’s the Union* that dirt it, Bolshevism-’tis that did it; , 'Twas the Red Fed. Blokes what did it, AVo poor, fools have got ter pay! “They could talk,” sez Tim O’Doolin, "On-'their agitatin’ screw, > . An’ they bled the small man ardlj, Called ’ini profiteer so "ardly. Said ’e made i.e slaves so, ardly They got more nor me an you. “THEY got paid,” said Tim O’Doolin “For their blatherskitin’ talk, An’ they made us fellers listen, Chafin’—but we ’ad to listen, With the Rods we 'ad to listen; „ They could 1 ride, and we could walk. “Now we’re sacked," said Tim O’Doolin, “"’Cos the world is all tb 'ell, But the agitator’s thrivih’ __ , Sleek an'd fat, an’ always thrivin, With 'is useless tongue ’e’s thrivin’, Livin’ 'igh, as I’ve heard tell.” t There are more like Tim O'Doolin Who once listened like tho rest To the Red-Fed. Tommy-rotters, Stop-work, traitrous Tommy-rotters, Slimv, shrewdy Tommy-rotters, Gettin' hot air off their chest.