COLOR CONTRASTS FOR THE SPORTS GIRL

NZ Truth, Issue 1204, 27 December 1928, Page 15

COLOR CONTRASTS FOR THE SPORTS GIRL

Breaking Up THE small girls — and very grown-up, 1 full-blown prefect ones — of Wellington Girls' College took part m the happy little ceremony of their annual break-up recently. And it's happy for more reasons than because the holidays are passing-near. For a, long time, College mistresses have done their best to coax their squads into form fit for/something less bald and ordinary than the convene tional prize-giving. Folk dancing, elocutionary items, and clever characterization are the happy results. *, * * Christmas Boxes COMETHING really novel was the v extravaganza which a. Christchurch lady, Mrs. Hulme, put on for purposes 6£ fund-raising for the Nazareth House Building Fund. . "The Christmas Box" when opened, displayed a, medley of rainbow-frocked ballet girls; then the smaller pupils presented "A Victorian Posy," very like its name, all quaintness and soft pink and blue colorings. Some butterflies blew m, wearing green and daffodil frocks and waving gossamer wings; and ancient Hungarian costumes made their appearance'in a folk dance. , . Success crowned the little evening, which- was brought to a close by the performance of a fantasy, "The Christmas Dream.''

A Presentation Pup

DIXIE, OLD THING, — Guess what one of my Christmas presents was? A hamper from north of Lord knows where— a hamper with a blue ribbon bow on its handles.' Inside was about three inches square — no, round — of collie pup, with the squeaky, treble voice of a newborn and pessimistic babe. Its hair's going to be golden, when there's enough of it to be worth mentioning and it has the saddest bits of eyes you ever saw. So far, we call the thing Hound from the North.. No doubt, inspiration will come, though so far the creature seems to encourage fluency only of the profane order. The sad eyes are quite a mistake. on the parts of those responsible. Already, it has eaten a pair of silk stockings an.d. some blue pyjamas, and thoroughly enjoyed every bite. Are you any good at christenings, rnachree? Forward with your silver dog-collar and your suggestions. — As ever was, Taffy. jiiiti(iiiii(trfitiiiiii)iiii)iiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiitiiiiiii)iiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiEiiiiiiiiittiitiiiiiiiiiiTiiiii(iiittiiiiiiiii[ttiiiii(tiiiiitn)iiii)iiJiiiiitiiitiiii]i{iiiiitiiiiiriiiijiii(iiiiijiiiii

In The Spotlight QNE lady from the south who comes m for a g-ood deal of attention just now is Mrs. B. B. Wood, who as only daughter of Sir Joseph "Ward, will probalily have the responsibilities of being the Prime Minister's hostess devolve on her cheery and capable shoulders. ~ ThQ death of Lady Ward, one of New Zealand's most popular and beloved women, leaves Mrsi "Wood m an awkward position, for while she 1 jhas her own home and young family to think of, it is most necessary that the Pzime Minister should be assisted on the social side. Frills and teacups play a big part m politics. Mrs. Wood, who has a very frank and friendly manner, has, however, built up popularity and a wide circle of acquaintance for herself long: -before Sir Joseph's return to Prime Minis:erial rank was on the political cards.