J is for JOURNALIST

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22819, 28 August 1937, Page 8 (Supplement)

J is for JOURNALIST

TIMOTHY TAR'S ALPHABET

Every day we know what is going on in all parts of the world. Wherever anything important happens, there the journalist goes. If he can he must see with his own eyes what is happening. If he can only hear stories of others, he must turn detective, and sift the truth for his readers. Then he must writv. such a manner that readers will knov exactly how important it is. In news paper offices sit the editors, who collec the accounts of what is happening every where. When we open the newspapei they have produced for us we open e window through which we can view the whole earth.

ling the chopsticks with elegant precision while the other guests went through the dinner in its orderly procession of courses, with knives, forks and spoons.

Li Hung Chang's meal was prepared for him by his own cook, and ho ato it so slowly as to prolong it while the after-dinner speeches were being delivered. He made no speech himself. His secretary replied for him, while ho still went on eating with his chopsticks. The chopsticks of elegance wore often made of carved ivory and were of value and antiquity. Many rules of etiquette govern their use.' Laying them across the bowl is a sign that the guest wishes to be excused. Other ways of disposing them form a secret code of signalling, [n a time of mourning they are replaced by the fingers. All this is going now, following the pigtail. The chopstick is going out, the bowler hat and the tight trousers are coming in, with forks, knives and spoons. There may bo a reaction in favour of the old ways, but we doubt it, because there will soon be no one making chopsticks. The big Hong Kong factory which turned them out by the million has gone bankrupt, because of the falling demand.

' waiting when the pilot opened the door or the compartment. "Well, young man. did you enjoy yourself?" ho inauirecl. "I've never had such a perfect time, sir. Thanks ever so much." - "I'm afraid I took the liberty of landing on your paddock so; please accept the ride as payment. Cheerio.' „ with these words the pilot entered the cockpit and;:started up the engines. The roar was'deafening and gradually increased. Bob raised his hands to block his ears. As he did so he encountered something soft and warm. With a start he turned his head. "What!—you, Tommy?" he exclaimed as he sat up, yawning, a purring kitten clinging to his jersey. Book in hand he made his way toward the house. Certainly he had not advanced very much with his English*,, grammar. . £ "But," thought lie, "to-day is"* holiday, anyway, and I certainly cuu have a splendid* dreain."