ABOUT TOWN

Northland Age, Volume XVIII, Issue 40, 22 February 1949, Page 5

ABOUT TOWN

Wandered into a shop the othe evening, and found that fair lad Mrs. Hec Rowe behind the countei But her movements were hurried. Sh “southed” something under the coun ter, and looked extremely guilty. 1 a was only pressure that made her re i veal the fact that she had beei s | wrestling with a particularly succu | !ent corn-cob. I persisted in knowin; why she had been so modest abou the matter. She smiled eharmingl; and stated that she thought I migli ! put the fac. in this column if I hat caught her in the act. Me lady, yoi misjudge me sadly. I wouldn’t do •. thing like that! i, I ® _ i And, while we are on the subject of corn cobs, I am of the firm , j opinion that it takes an expert to ' tussle with one of these. If they are hot and butter is placed thereon, it is only a deft twist by the fingers and a flick of the

e. wrist that will save one’s tie from _ becoming besmirched or besmeared. Then the fingering. Vh ! What a wealth of dexterity must be shown here. Only an experienced flautist could twiddle one of the revolting things with any degree of certainty. a; ® Arad whilst I’m on the subject of . corn-cobs, don’t forget the Manukau j Sports which will be held on Satur- ! day next. Horse races and all that : sort of thing, with some spots of wood chopping plus foot races for young and old, and all the fun of the fair. And this is where the corncobs come in. I’m willing to bet a pound (if I had one) that there will be plenty there, plus a packet of ; water melons, and mebbe a cray or . j two—or three. But what a day it’ll ! be, what a day. I have been asked j to perform my famous floral dance, | but I am afraid modesty forbids. Such talent as this should not go unrei warded, and I don’t think I’d get a water melon for m y trouble. Dick A eitcli asked for this build up for the J day. How’ll that do, Dick ? ® The dance in the R.S.A. hall on Saturday night last was well attended by all the fair damsels ol the county, and what appeared to me to be all the unattached or unattachable young men of the county. Awanui was well represented to perform these gyrations of the demented, and notable amongst these was that vivid Blpnde Bomber 0 f hearts, Beverly Elizabeth Shaw, who threatened retribution if 1 mentioned her name. So there ! ® And' whilst on the subject of mentioning ladies’ names, though it’s not done in the mess, you cads, Connie Berghan saved my life last week. I was badly in need of a carton. She went to no end of trouble to get me one. Ergo, I’m writing this this week and you, my dear reader, are reading it and squirming horribly. Ha, ha ! ® W andering past the R.S.A. one day last week, I was admiring the beautiful crop of thistles that growing in the back section of that nobie edifice. Suddenly I saw one topple to the ground. Then another. They were waving madly in the air where there was no breeze at all. What is it? I thought. I imagined wild animals from Darkest Africa, and expected some intrepid explorer to come forth and greet me with "Ha, the Man About Town, I presume.” But ’twas not to be. From the dense growth staggered one John Gill of that ilk, who had been clearing the place of noxious weeds. Even though he’s not very tall, they were taller than he. ® All of which goes to show how easy it is to become “bushed.” But as things are there now, there is no likelihood of your getting lost when you go to the Catholic Ball on St. Patrick’s Day, and for the sake of you ignorant English, that’s on March the 17th. It’s a Thursday. Let the boss know you won’t be at work on Friday the 18th. You’ll either be knocked out by dancing, or knocked out by the shillelagh of some of those wild Irishmen. Mine Host doesn’t use a knobkerrie. He has some knockout drops ! ® George Davis of the Commercial Bank is very quiet lately. It seems to me the new job is getting him down rather badly. I don’t mean the job in the bank. Don’t jump to conclusions, now. He does THAT job more than well. But have you seen him in that garden of his? Toddie up some time, it’s good. ® e Lew Henry when leading his Modernaire Dance Band on Saturday

night didn’t look as happy as if he was at a Bacchanalian Festival. On the contrary, he looked as cheerful as a man who has been told his mother-in-law had taken up residence with him. And yet the boys were good,, and are getting better all the time. Go along next Saturday to the R.S.A. dance and judge for yourselves. Don’t take my word for it. I’m just a mug at music. ® Harry Thompson just rang me and reminded me of the fact that it’s Show Day next Saturday wefk. As if I needed reminding any more than you do. A few of you had better stay at home, though. Might make it a bit crowded otherwise, and I hate too big a crowd, don’t you? I don’t believe you do. Do you or don’t you? Now, isn’t that involved?