EVERY LADY'S JOURNAL

Gisborne Times, Volume XLVIII, Issue 4473, 14 February 1917, Page 3

EVERY LADY'S JOURNAL

(By “Vivienne.”)

Jlrj Duke Shields, of Hawke’s Bay, is the guest of Mr and Mrs A. H. Wallis, at Kaiti.

Mrs J. W. J. Preston is at present on a visit to her home at Cambridge, and left for Auckland by the Monnwai last Monday week. ' . Mrs Pattullo is visiting, in the south. «... Mr and Mrs Foote, of the Gisborne High School, returned recently from . their southern visit. ' Miss d’Audrey, of Auckland, is visiting' in Gisborne. Miss Candy, of the Gisborne High School, lias returned from a holiday visit to Christchurch, j Mr and Mrs Fitzgerald have returned from a visit to the south. Mrs Jex-Blake is visiting in the south, Mrs Frank Barker has returned from a visit to Wellington and Napier. Mr and Mrs Walter Barker motor‘ed through to Napier recently. Mrs Palgrave and Miss G. Bur well have returned from a visit to Auckland. Miss N. McCredie is on a visit to Napier and later leaves for Wellington. Mrs Lusk, of Hawke’s Bay, lias been visiting relatives in Gisborne. Miss Aylmer has returned from a holiday visit to the south. Mrs G. J. Palairef is on a visit to, Christchurch. Mrs Couper, Hawke’s Bay. has been the guest of Mrs Richard Sherratt. Mr and Mrs Dodgshun are visiting j in the south. When Mary Pickford was working! on her new film, “The Pride of the] Clan,” at Marblehead, Massaclius-1 setts, the crowd of sightseers became, so- dense that the producers had to stop. Ropes were requisitioned and the “site” was roped off. Then the audience took to the tops of houses and watched the scene. Mr and Mrs T. Morgan have returned from a visit to the south. Mrs Mandcr has returned from a visit to Hawke’s Bay. j Mr and Mrs Douglas Lvsnar returned recently from a visit .to Napier. The Lord Mayor and Corporation of! Sheffield have presented a chest of j cutlery to the Premier of New Zea- j land (Mr Massey), a silver dessert' service to Mrs Massey, and a silver j toilet set to Miss Massey. !

Hie Williamson Comedy Company played before crowded houses last week and enthusiastic audiences. The soloists were deserving of high praise and the various stage settings were charming, whilst the dressing of the performers was most artistic. The final scene in “High Jinks,” where a fashionable supper party was depicted abounded in fun and hilarity. Tiny tables were dotted about all over the stage, flowers were everywhere in abundance, pretty shaded electriclamps were among them, and music, song and story was revelled in. I asked a young Irish girl in one of the factories (writes Mr Harold Begbio in the Daily Chronicle) how much money she had earned in the last week. She replied 375. “And how much did you save?” There were roars of laughter from the other girls. She grinned and replied proudly “not a penny.” “What did you spend it on.” She could not tell me. “How much have you saved since you first came here.” “'Saved? I’m owing money!” These wild girls have a blind confidence in the universe. They are generous, good hearted, and "wholly indifferent to the morrow. Unusual money is in their hands and they chuck it broadcast. The Honorable Joan Dielcson-Poyn-der has recently gone to Rouen to nurse wounded soldiers (writes a London correspondent). Her mother, Lady Islington, placed her town house at the disposal of wounded or stranded soldiers from New Zealand. A Londoner writes that. there must have been about 12,000 New Zealand troops in England at Christinas time, including the s'.ck in hospital, and the fit men and the reinforcements in camp. The .War Contingent Association, which is the offieail welfare organisation for the unfit, had its hands full arranging for the Christinas entertainment of them. Pantomimes are often staged. The New Zealand soldiers display an extraordinary amount of talent and have astonished British audiences again and again bv providing the whole of the programme and fitting up the hall and scenery with their own hands. Miss Rosemary Rees, formerly of Gisborne, daughter of Mrs A. L. Rees is in charge of the .entertainments tor all camps. Susan Hicks, though not a pronounced man-hater, took little interest in the masculine portion of humanity. She often boasted that she never wasted her time reading the stories women are supposed to enjoy. One day, however, she was discovered with a popular magazine in her hand. “Whv, Susan, you are reading.a love story!” exclaimed-her sister in amazement, as she glanced at the illustratration. “I’m not,” replied Susan. “They’re married.” . There is a movement nr Australia to put C. J. Dennis’s “The Sentimental Bloke” into pictures, and if this; succeeds the “Moods of Ginger Mick are to follow.

There has just been received from our famous country woman “G. B. Lancaster” (Miss Lyttelton), who has visited friends in Gisborne at various times, and who is now deep in war work, as in literary work, a card from the New Zealand Soldiers’ Club, 17, 18 and 23 Russell Square, London W.C. which departing soldiers would do well to note. In close proximity to the Pay and Records Office, providing every comfort and recreation for visitors and hoarders, and neai other institutions and offices of peculiar interest to New Zealanders, this club cannot hut prove a home and a hawu to anv soldier who wears the fern leaf, stranded in London or passing on to the' provinces:— Hus is just a cry the New Zealand and Australian hoys m hospital, vrites “G B. Lancaster,” “and I want you to make it as well known as you can: ‘lt’s awfully nice to get the papers, but if they would only give us some home pictures. If there were just one page of pictures of home. We are so sick of the war. The eager faces and clutching hands! We could dispose of twice as many papers—especially now my sister .is an official New Zealand Hospital visitor Ibis is the cry and counter-cry. . We want to see what the boys are doing. Ihej want to see what we are doing. Among the comforts sent to a boy in camp (writes an Australian lady) was a bottle of elderberry wine which was carefully treasured ancFnotj openerl until that memorable Sunday on which the lad’s best gui came to camp to lunch with him and his mates. Alas! instead of adding to the gaiety of the feast the elderberry wine brought only woe, for the. whole of it was accidentally spilt over the young lady’s spotless white dress, and the feast was suddenly brought to a close. But the Australian soldier. has not earned a reputation for without reason. lho gnh herself in an overcoat and they set forth to wash the skirt. On the way they saw a huge cauldron bubbling over a fire. This was an opportunity that, could, not be missed— boifing wi tor qwaiting *1 soiled skirt* popped in the skirt and returned to the tent to tell the good news When later in the day they went back to the cauldron to fish out the skirt they found an angry cook examining what looked to he a very, very greasy rag, “What’s up?” they .inquired. P om ® idiot has .put his shirt ip.the. soup, said the cook. “If. I could only, catch the beggar I’d, I’d—pathiscd with the cook/A-^ihc-young. lady:went homo at dusk *n an overcoat.