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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXII, Issue 153, 14 June 1932, Page 7

It will be good news to New Zealand dairy farmers to know that, according to a writer (Frank Taylor) in the “Daily Gleaner,” of Kingston, Jamaica, the local butter industry is being crushed out of existence by imported New Zealand butter. That is, if the statement can be accepted at face value. Grave doubt is cast on this, however, by another statement that “the native butter industry is having a pretty bad time just now, owing to the competition of New Zealand butter, which I understand comes hero with a subsidy of Is per lb.” The writer goes on to state that the New Zealand l utter could be imported at. Is 2d per lb, and ww sold at Is 8d to 2s, while the local butter cost Is 9d per lb to produce, and that the shopkeepers pushed the imported article because of the greater profit to themselves. But don’t the New Zealand dairymen wish they had the assistance of Is per lb subsidy! A Titirangi golfer had alternate slices of good and bad luck while playing at the week-end (states the Auckland “Star”). At the thirteenth hole, well named “The Wrecker,” his tee shot struck a tree ami he lost his ball. That was bad luck. However, he found another in its place. That was good luck. He used this ball to play the fourteenth, and holed out from his tee shot.. That was both good and bad luck—it all depends upon the viewpoint. Anyhow, the golf “wireless” got to work—it is remarkable how quickly good news spreads— am] there was an enthusiastic crowd awaiting his arrival at the nineteenth, where the captain of the club, Mr Harry Rogerson, congratulated the new member of the “holed-in-one-brigade” in n felicitous speech of just the right length—about ten words. The reply was seven words shorter and cvc’i mo-o feli-ito-.is It was: “Help yourselves, boys. ”