Notes by the Way

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIX, Issue 82, 11 August 1923, Page 2

Notes by the Way

(By “0. 'looker.”) Was it Emerson who wrote: “Hitch your chariot to a star.” The intention of the writer anyhow was to set one’s ideals as high ns possible. I was wondering if the statement made recently that a section of the mothers of New Zealand were latching their waggons tp Jazz parties and card gamble is correct. No nation can be great unless it bas the highest type of womanhood in its front ranks, and I am sure the best class of our mothers and women are in tb© lead for the uplifting of the people. The great work done in the past, during the war period, will be continued in the shape of Plunket Societies and other noble works for the betterment of the women of New Zealand. Let us hope go. Stratford people turned out well to honor the njemory of the hero of Chunuk Bair, and it is fitting that his follow officers and friends have not forgotten tho great work that Colonel W. G. Malone did in the Great War and the price he paid. The long-suffering consumers of electricity in Stratford boar their burdens manfully; but surely the day is not now when wc are to keep a stock of candieg or perhaps we must bo like the Wise Virgins and keep our lamps trimmed and ready for, of a surety, w© never know how soon wo will require them! Lovers of nature should visit King Edward Park, and if careful they will see a fine collection of native birds. Travelling through yesterday I was struck by the number of pied and black fantails, grey warblers in abundance, tom-tits, blight birds and a few other natives. Quito a collection of imported ones are to be seen on a fine day. Let ns hope the former will bo preserved, so that the children of the future will at least be able to see some of oux* native birds.

The speed hog requires a lot of attention in Stratford. While the man who happens to he without lights is well looked after, the man who crosses the part of Victoria Bridge at twenty-five or thirty miles an hour is left alone. Then there are the young fellows on motor bikes, who think nothing of careering along Broadway up to fifty miles an hour. When some person or child is killed there 'will ho an outcry. Why not stop it now? We have notices UP speed not to exceed so many miles, and motors of all kinds simply flout the law. Will someonei in authority wake up before it is too late. What is success, or what is a successful man or woman? This has been debated for a long time and I enclose John Trotwood Moore’s opinion of what is.—. SUCCESS. ’Tis the coward who quits to misfortune, ’Tis the knave who changes each day, ’Tis the fool who wins half the battle, To throw all big chances away. There is little in life but labour, To-morrow may prove but a dream; Success ia the bride of endeavour, And luck but a meteor’s gleam. Tbo time to succeed is when others, Discouraged, show traces of tire— The battle is fought in tho homestretch. And won ’twixt the flag and the wire.