BRITISH AND DOMINION METHODS.

Otago Daily Times, Issue 20930, 21 January 1930, Page 16

BRITISH AND DOMINION METHODS.

ENGLISHMAN’S COMPARISON,

STANDARDS CONTRASTED,

(Fbom Gob Own Cobsespokdent.) LONDON, December 12. In a letter to Ms father (Mr O._Canbam Kimpton), Mr Harold Cannam, writing from Enfield,- near Oamarn some interesting details of te hfe i n Dominion. He says that by tho stamlarUs set up in New Zealand they do not ie ?nire P a “ gentleman,” but a man of muscle, courage, nerve, and indepena eD “ e if you are ‘game’ to try a fhiug you will readily, be forgiven the in ability to do it, but'the unforgivable sin is the lack of courage- to, as ,we say, * Give it a go. . . • / rac l. C f L+te/ New Zealander,, and for tbat mattei, every colonial, is a leader in the sense that he will, not follow hlmdly but has his own opinions and is not afraid t 0 them. We Anzacs, and I am pround to be ‘We,’ are a self-confident nation, and it is my opinion that there lies the fault of tne English, people; there is too much of the ‘herd instinct about them. Perhaps you will be surprised at all tnis ‘philosophy’ coming from me, whose lire consists of more muscle than brain work, but it is surprising to hear some ot tne subjects we get on when we are in our blankets with only the stars for a r °He goes on to relate an amusing experience he had at a sale of horses which he attended. He remarked to a friend that a certain animal, which had started at 12 guineas, and was likely to reach 20, was “a sleepy-looking brute .that, and was promptly met by the owner, who stood near, with a “ Bet you a quid you can’t ride him.” . „ _ , , “Of course,” he writes, I closed with the offer, and the auctioneer, well knowing he had no hope of proceeding witn the sale until the bet was settled, started a bookie’s business. To cut the tare short, I did ride him, but the amusing, part is that, after watching the exhibition or vice that that horse gave, nobody would bid for him, and I had difficulty in extracting the quid from the owner, wno was greatly annoyed at the turn of events. The money, however, did me no good, because the boys hauled me down town to an ice cream bar, and I discovered that it takes more than £1 to supply nine stockriders with a sufficiency of ice cream. Thank heaven there are no pubs in Oamaru.” , ,