WATAROA NOTES

Grey River Argus, 20 August 1937, Page 2

WATAROA NOTES

[Our Own Correspondent] During last week-end the Fox Glacier Golf Club paid a visit to the Wataroa links to play a friendly game with the members of the local club. The weather, with the exception of a short shower, was ideal, and an enjoyable day was spent. This visit was in the nature of a return game, Wataroa having traveled to Weheka earlier in the season. Although the majority of the members have had a short acquaintance with the vagaries of the game of golf, it was obwous that much progress has been made in a very short space of time, and the outcome was that there were some dour struggles. It is hoped that the future will hold in store many more such enjoyable days which go far to promoting that good fellowship which all good sport gives to those who enter it in the right spirit. The affairs of the South Westland Medical Association, which, during the past few months have caused the officials much earnest thought, and urgent work, were advanced a considerable stage at a meeting held at Wataroa, last week-end. Representatives from Weheka and the Public Works Camps further soutn were present and as a result the medical services in South Westland are now established on a sound footing; the consummation of a long period of work. Many difficulties have had to be surmounted, but it is gratifying to know that at last all can now look forward to a period of progress. The secretary of the local branch of the Farmers’ Union has received advice from the Minister of Railways, that, the proposed railway into South Westland is still receiving the consideiation of his Department, and that now that the Prime Minister has returned and Cabinet meetings will be held regularly, a decision should soon be arrived at.

Although the inhabitants of these party were far from the scene of the epic struggle which caused all thoughts to turn towards Wellington last Saturday, the wireless made a great appeal. Although the din and bustle of the city is not ours, even the casual sounds which betray our presence were missing, strangely enough, between the hours of 2.30 and 4.30 last Saturday afternoon. Woodheaps were deserted, axes were left stuck in half-cut trees, the noisy din of childhood play was stilled, cars even failed to disturb the stillness, the casual loungers could not be seen^ — the. wireless had claimed its worshippers. Inside the houses a tenser stillness prevailed. Then the check was off. Soon the respective merits of the “Bucks” and the “Blacks” were the subject of many urgent but impromptu meetings; vicious blows bit into the morning’s fire-wood; and we returned to the routine of our everyday existence.