VOTING CONTEST

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXII, Issue 7022, 10 January 1910, Page 8

VOTING CONTEST

ANOTHER PRIZE OFFERED. MR GEO. T. WHITE'S PROPOSITION. WELLINGTON, January 7, 1910. Contest Manager,— Dear Sir,—To the candid ato having 8000 votes or less recorded on the morning of January Bth who shows the largest incraaso by February Ist I will give any articlo in my store to tho value of five guineas. Wishing the contest and tho enterprising candidates hoaps of good luck, —I am, Faithfully yours, GEO. T. WHITE, Jeweller. The Contest Manager heartily thanks Mr White for his very liberal and novel proposition to inspire work, with the hops of reward, to the candidates not among Iho runners, and on their ijeiiaif accepts the oii";r. Here is a splendid opportunity, not only to win a valuable prize, but by making a strong effort tho industrious candidates now below 8000 votes will find themselves among the leaders. Get bujy.

There was a camel—a very foolish. «uuiiel—and there was a needle, with, a very small eye, and the camel tried to thread his way through—eh, you know the tale? Thero was a boy—a very foolish boy—■who stuck his finger in a bucket of water, and after pulling it out, looked for the hole. Uinph! You've heard that, toor 1 There was a moonbeam—a very beautiful, mellow moonbeam—shining through the flap of the soldier'B tent —and thoro was the Scotch sergeant who demanded that all lights be extinguished! "But ifs the moon," declared the soldier. "I na care, it moost be poofc oot," demanded tho sergeant. And thero is this Contest—a most excellent idea, a splendid Bcheme, a Jegitirnatd business transaction, full of interest for tho public, grand prizes for workers and a plethora of new business for tho "Times." And thero was the knocker—a very envious knocker—who tried his hammer on it, but the hammer broke, the knocker was knocked, whilo the Contest goes right along, day after day, to a successful conclusion, with tho full approbation and unstinted applause of the public. Competition is the very life of trade—it makes or unmakes—and will continue to make or t break until the end of time, as it has since time immemorial. The immutable law of "the survival of tho fittest" was not niado by man, but ordained by a power that none can combat. In this Contest the worker—tho fittest—will survivo and capture tho awards. Think it over. A good story concerning one of our popular candidates has just leaked out. He approached a good lady friend, who is a little hard of hearing, for her support. After shouting away for soma time at the expense of lungs and voice and throat, the good lady understood to tho extent of an annual subscription. Much elated, the candidate issued his receipt, pocketed the money and started for the floor. "One minute, please," intercepted tho lady; " what do I get out of this?" Promptly came the answer: "The best twelve months' reading obtainable, and I get the world's tour." "Just make it another four years," smiled the kind lady.

Tho generous offer, made public on ] Saturday morning, of Mr Geo. T. White, j the xJ°i>ular jeweller, has already had a j remarkable effect on tho candidates having BUUO vote* and less. There -will be | some spirited vole getting between now j and February Ist, and tho winner of j the live guinea prize will doubtless bo high up among tho twenty leaders. Poisoned roots produce poisoned fruits. Tho twist in the tree begins with a bend in tho sapling. Tho time to start right is th© outset of life. The time to start to bo a winner in this Contest is this morning—not to-morrow. Tho Socialist expects the Government to do for tho individual what tho individual can't do for himself. In this Contest tho individual candidate only expects his friends to do for him what he does for himself—take the “Times/' Th© publication by this Department Saturday of the portraits of some of our candidates disclosed tho fact that Mr D. T. Taylor bears a striking resemblance to President William Howard Taft. Maybe that accounts for th© former’s vote-getting proclivities Only a certain number of humans wore over meant to coincide in temperament. Th© friction of men in action is the energy that sends the world spinning. Disagreements are like flint and steel—they strike the now sparks. Contrary opinions flail out the chaff in ideas. And these are some of the reasons this Contest is on th© high wave of success. It is a question of difference of opinion, for if everybody decided a certain horse would win there’d bo no race. Since Doctor Cook’s alleged disappearance his enemies have been dancing around like tho Indian who b'.llds a fire round his victim and waits for him jto roast slowly to death. But tho discerning man can safely predict that the doctor will soon turn up in a manner that will spread confusion and consternation among his enemies. This same logic can be applied to th© > contestant in this competition who is apparently asleep, but who will sooner or later turn up with a vote that will cause a little surprise.