WHO IS THE MAN OF THE YEAR?

Northern Advocate, 8 January 1938, Page 9

WHO IS THE MAN OF THE YEAR?

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the man of the tear. I nctjce that Lord Nuffield for rather Viscount, now) headed the New Year Honours List. That, I presume, indicates that he was regarded as the naan of the year. However, if I had had the selection, I think Mr Anthony Eden would have topped my list. —■ “Internationalist.”

HAS ANYTHING BEEN HONE? When Onerahi was selected as the site for Whaogarei’s Aerodrome there was considerable controversy concerning its greater suitability than other suggested sites. The authorities apparently gave little consideration to other areas and placed its hall mark on Onerahi. That was months and months ago and so far nothing has been done to get the site in readiness for aviation. If there is any intention on the part of Whahgarei people to get into line with other districts which have established their aerodromes it is time they started to move. Auckland has been given a great fillip lately with the simultaneous arrival of the Clipper and and the Centaurus. ■—“Airminded”

new year resolution. If borough councils have ever been guilty or are likely to be guilty of making a good resolution this New Year I hope it will be in the direction of using cement for the main thoroughfares. Reference has frequently been made in your paper to the corrugated condition of Bank Street and Kamo Road. This is getting worse and worse and reflects little credit on the policy of your council in using tar seal with a big cement manufactory in the vicinity.— “Permancy for Economy.”

WHY THE DEATH-RATE. In a recent article in the “Advocate” about rearing calves it was said that 19 out of 90 died. What was wrong with them? I have reared calves for 25 years, and more, but have never lost one from sickness, One . finds it hard to understand deaths where any care is taken. After the fresh milk stage, mine get skim and linseed meal, and what they can get in a clean field. They have no shed, only just the trees and hedges. More than once I have topped the market with weaners. I would be ashamed to acknowledge a death-rate like that.—“ Farmer.”

LET THERE BE WATER. Gardeners not only give themselves pleasure but others too, and are an asset to the place in which they live. If the powers that be had all leaky tups fixed we would be able to have the water to keep our gardens at their best at a time of year when there are so many strangers about. These leaks are generally found in neglected homes. In places like Onerahi, where water is paid for by meter, the amount allowed for compulsory payment is rarely exceeded and few can afford to do so. So why not get at the real cause of waste.—“ Gardener.”

WAR SPIRIT. There is precious little evidence of a war spirit among those of us who are over 40: and as for these who are young enough to fight, I would say without hesitation that they are even wiser than their fathers.—“ Non

conviction stronger than LOGIC. Wo started at 7 p.m.. and wo were still going at 11 p.m. The fellow on my right was a Socialist, the one on my left a Labourite, the one lounging on the couch was a Douglas Creditite and I was a half-way house with no convictions either way. It wasn’t a debate. It was a real discussion. We agreed and wc disagreed. And we went to bed convinced of one thing—that you couldn’t find two men in this whole world whose ideas arc identical in every detail; and I went away feeling that logical argument and reasoned discussion were minor factors before the far-greater consideration of conviction and in-bred or acquired belief. —“No-bias." ,

ANY way will do. Thrust into the formal atmosphere of a Whangarei hotel dining room an up-country lad read his first menu. “Cottage pie, please,” he told the waitress after gazing in wondrous amaze at the immensity of the eating list. “Entree or dinner order?” she asked him after the fashion of waitresses. “Eh?” he replied. “I really don’t mind if you bring it on a tray or not.” And he wondered at the laughter in the kitchen when the joke had spread cook-wards.--“Stay-at-home.”

WHY DO WE WORK? What do we have tc work for? I’ve asked that question a hundred times and can get no answer. It seems we work so that 'we can get money, so that we can buy food, so that we can keep alive and have somewhere to sleep at nights, and eat again in the morning, so that we’ve got strength enough to go to work again, and earn more money. When one day is done we just go to work again to keep going. It’s a queer world all right. By the time we’ve finished the eternal circle of working, eating, sleeping, we haven’t much time to be civilised. — “Back-tonature.”

MAN CAN’T MAKE ANYTHING NEW.

What a genius man is. He praises himself on all sorts of modern inventions and on all sorts of marvellous discoveries. Yet there is-not one man alive who has created anything new in this world, nor has- managed to destroy anything. All man can dc is to manipulate for his own benefit the natural elements of the physical and magno-electrical creation. Yet he has got the conceited idea that motor cars and radios and other things are manmade things; they are not; they are merely the transformation of certain existing elements and components to form certain workable combinations, — “Iron-shod.” ,

CLEAN FOOD. The careless way in which our foodstuffs are handled is appalling. Bread delivered at our houses is handled by men who in many instances have no facilities for washing their hands throughout the day. Cakes and pastries are frequently dirty underneath through being made in tins not properly cleaned, besides being exposed on counters and in shop windows to the ravages of wasps and flics,— “Housewife.”