ABOUT TOWN

Northland Age, Volume XVIII, Issue 41, 25 February 1949, Page 6

ABOUT TOWN

In spring, a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, and through all the seasons of the year, a young woman’s fancy turns heavily to thoughts of wedding bells. Now, on divers occasions I have seen misses busily engaged with odds and pieces of sewing, all for w'hat they terra their Glory Box. (Why “glory” I know rot, unless it be a form of gloating). So when 1 see a comely wench named Linda Foster on the job, thoughts come crowding into this decrepit old skull. Is >t so, me girl, and when ? ® And .speaking of wedding bells and things, if you are contemplating such a drastic step, young fellow, I am going to warn you for the last time. Not that I think it will do much good, for you’ll fellow your own bent and do up all yur hard earnings in riotous fun at the Gala Day of the Bow ling Club tomorrow. I’m warning you about the matter now. They are in need of money and are determined to get it forthwith by means of selling you things you can have no possible use for, and incidentally they_will show you how to play bowls for a consideration of course. The raucous voice of Mine Host will ring out over the welkin with remarks about what you can do before you go, and of a certainty you'll probably do it. thinking, of course, that you can do yourself a bit f good. You can't. The whole thing is on the bias. Don’t say you haven't been warned. They will let you have refreshments of all sots—that's a printer’s error and should read “sorts.” Stay away, me boy. STAY AWAY. ® Saw Tony Stanton looking longing end leeringly linkwards th e other day No doubt he is yearning for the da; when strong men and wcak( ?) womei will wield a wicked wand or club. II visualises Ray Freeman having an other go at another bank official Good hunting, Ray. And Tony, watel your greens and other vitamins ® Also, whilst I'm on the subject of golf and its attendant worries, it might be as well to note that as socn as the annual meeting of the Ciub is over, there will be a series of these nice working bees you all so love. There is not much

to be done (ha, ha . cynically). Just a spot of top-dressing, a trifle of harrowing, a little gorse grubbing, a modicum of ti-tree pulling, and last, but far from least, there are to be quite a few emu parades. These, my gentles, are a relic of the dark days of the army, when hordes of suffering mankind went along in lines and picked up everything they saw from a pin to a Churchill tank. It’s loads of fun. You MUST be there. AH that ought to keep the membership down until the season is well advanced. @ Now% about tomorrow and w'hat you must do with yourself. I’ve already told you about the do at the Bow'ling Club. Now' you must be aware that there’s a big affair toward ac Herekino where the Manukau Sports Club are having their day' of days. It’s bound to be a good show' with events of all kinds. At Parapara, the Mangonui Sports Club are having a race ! day, and from what I hear, there are quite a number of horses you know only too well perhaps, entered for the events there This also should be j good. It’s up to you to make up your mind. I've warned you against the lot. ® And for all these of teen age, there is tonight a dance in the A. 3nd P. Hall at 8 o’clock. This is in aid of Scout funds and what is more, it’s for them—and their friends. I’ll (ell you what. I’ll bet that there are more there out of their teens than in them. ® I’m glad, very glad, that something is being done about those green bugs. I’d ha e to see anyone else with a delightful shiner like our other friend. Saw him yesterday, and it’s-not really better vet But what a storv ! ® Tomorrow night there is another one cf those dances in the R.S.A. Hall by the R.S.A. Went round to hear the band at practice the other night and believe you me, those lads are getting better every moment. I was not very well at the time, so to humc ur my w hims, the boys played everything I asked for. They did everything right ; even the band leader ceased crooning into the mike when I forcibly asked him to desist. W hat’s more, he’s promised never to do it again. Go there and keep an eye on him for me, will you ? A party of so-called fishermen went from Kaitaia to Tokerau Beach the other night to do a spot of fishing, and lay claim to the fact that they only got nine whoppers. This is related with a modest mein, and so the story goes, they only had one mullet

as bait. Insinuating, of course, that had they had more mullet, there would have been more schnapper. I don’t believe a word of it, even if these gents ARE in business in Kaitaia. That fact doesn’t make them truthful. Far from it ! ® Wandering along in aimless fashion the other night, and’ I might add, in all my usual innocence, when I was accosted by a chap who really is a fisherman, inasmuch he is the only one that can catch fish when anchored somewhere about that dead tree mark. He told m e he had something for me. I thought it was a story, but he led my footsteps towards his domicile, and instead cf a story, I received a huge plate of mushrooms that his delectable, charming and delicious spouse had prepared for me. His blood is 1 tally worth bottling, but I’m afraid that the sediment might emtain too much of C2HSOH and too little H2O. Now you can all leck that up. All of which shows I like mushrooms. ® You remember I mentioned that the skipper of the “Let’s Go” was not to get wet inside, well that went for his mechanic, J. McDowell, also. But he intends to go on doing it outside, for he is off with Chas. Russell to do a spot of fishing at Waipapakauri. They bombastically have passed word amongst their friends( if they have any') that there will be no fish in the sea when they have finished, and hand out advice to all that anyone wanting | fish had better go now. I’ll bet their ; catch is very small. They’ll get wet outside, and being a judge of human ! nature, I’ll gamble on inside too. But, methinks, they’ll remain fishless. If j they really want fish, let them ask Gerry Wilson the location of that dead j tree. ® Don't forget St. Paddy’s Day fast approaches. Sharpen up the old shillelagh for the Ball on that night. ® Just run over this column again and take heed of the places I’ve told you to keep away from.