A DIARY OF TO-DAY.

Stratford Evening Post, Issue 71, 27 July 1929, Page 4

A DIARY OF TO-DAY.

(By “BYSTANDER.”) Mr. Coates would uo doubt like to draw a. Vailc over that Taupe Railway correspondence which Sir Joseph Ward and Mr. Wilford brought up iiii the House. This is taken from Tickncr Edwards’ work “.Lift luck on Southern Roads: — “I had the parlour to myself and sat for a long while munching at the deal table.”-—Let us hope it was well carved. We hear of a West Coast man who was. very particular not to catch typhoid fever when the water supply and drainage were disorganised after the earthquake. First he boiled the drinking waiter, then he filtered it, and then be drank beer.

There is a. great deal of talk in America, just now about the humane advantages of gas in warfare. Statistics are given to prove that poison gas is not so deadly as some people imagine. Only four American soldiers were blinded by gas in the entire war. It is surprising to learn that there were four!

“No,” said an' official of the Scottish Society at Thursday night’s annual meeting, “there is no reason why a Pipe Band member should not become a member of the Scottish Society, provided he conforms to the qualification that ho is of Scots descent on at least one side.” The query arises; Would a man debited to below the Society’s qualifications he found playing a bagpipe?

The Farmers’ Union is nothing if not thorough, especially when in a resolution. passing mood. Take Thursday’s efforts for instance. The conference started with taxation and then went on to Hospital Finance. However, those things wore not enough for a self respecting conference, ho the Government's rates of pay on relief works were condemned with hell, hook and candle, after which just in ease of something occurring, the powers that be were told how to ran a war if one should break out. Lord Lloyd’s resignatoiu as High Commissioner of Egypt was not discussed, nor was the All Blacks’ tour, but perhaps time was limited.

A man writes to the Editor of a. London paper asking if there is any cure for blushing. This brings back fond memories of the days gone beyond recall when the rosy blush slowly o’erspread the maiden’s cheek, and wo mere males used to feel the blood slowly rising from our necks to our foreheads when wo held her hand, and tried to murmur something romantic, hut not too snoopish. T haven’t seen a blush for years. Why is it that girls do not blush now-a-days? Ah Dickens’ heroines did • in fact girls indulged in the bobby very extensively in the days before the war. Some people say that blushing was brought about by an excess of emotion. Perhaps it was, but there is also a possibility that tightened staylacos had something to do with it. Of course there is also a possibility that cosmetics may play a part in the disappearance of the blush. Like the old lady with the sluggish liver, it might be “there all ’the time, though you dojn’t know it.”