FROM THE WATCH TOWER

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 532, 8 December 1928, Page 8

FROM THE WATCH TOWER

By

"THE LOOK-OUT MAN.”

THE NEW DEGREE A Cambridge professor has been urging that diplomas in love-making be granted. Sweet Cynthia, my heart is yours, Those glances paralyse, A million liquid lyrics Are dancing in your eyes. I cannot get my sleep at night 'With your fond vision near . O snuggle up to me, beloved, And softly call me “dear.” My heart your crimson bauble is, Consumed with sighs Tm grown, O, give the happy answer, Let me claim you as my own. “Impertinence — poltroon,” she cried, “By all the stars above “I’ll only make sweet answers to “A Bachelor of Love.” THE REJECT. * * * THE HUMORIST Mr. Allen Bell, ex-member for the Ba,y of Islands, perpetrated the joke of the season. “I suggest,” he says, or words to the same effect, “that Mr. Rushworth should resign the seat, and re-contest it at a by-election.” Now laugh, everyone. * * * THE CYNIC’ B NOTEBOOK When women get together there’s many a true word spoken with zest. The imp of experience walks beside us through life, smashing illusions as a bad boy smashes street lamps. * * * PITY THE TIBETAN The diplomatic situation is strained on account of traders from Nepal introducing tobacco into Tibet. The Lamas, or holy men, condemn tobacco on account of its “poisonous stench” and other pestilential qualities. The angry Lama voices ring From mountain-top and valley In righteous condemnation of Successors to ~Wal. Raleigh. The poor Tibetan, luckless wight, May murder friends at dinner, But should he suck the humble briar He is an outcast sinner. * * * AMONG THE ABORIGINALS A fresh viewpoint upon Auckland is revealed in the following letter published in an English paper. It was written by an English boy whose family recently settled at Birkenhead: “Life here is one long holiday, for the sun is nearly always shining, and nearby are beautiful lagoons and deep, cool creeks for bathing. . . . We pick strawberries growing out in the open. . . . Every Friday everyone gets up at dawn, a sight worth seeing, and after milking the cows and feeding the poultry, we get the 8.30 a.m. taxi to the wharf. It is a car supposed to hold six people, but on the day it usually carries 19. Then the ferry takes us across the harbour to the prosperous city. We go straight to the deafening, bustling auction man ket, where big fat aboriginals push aside grinning Chinese gardeners, while bustled housewives rub shoulders with tattoed Maoris.” Aboriginals, Maoris and Chinese—what a mixed population we have! BELIEVE IT OR NOT In Chicago, burglars entered the home of one William Fricke. Mrs. Fricke’s specially-trained police dog slept soundly while the burglars removed 1,000 dollars’ worth of property, When the police came, in response to the calls of Mrs. Fricke, her police dog rushed at them and bit them severely.

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THE ANSWER She was just a beginner at bridge, but she must keep her end up, and so she was not at all abashed when her partner said: “Do you know you revoked?” “Well,” she replied, after a short hut impressive pause, “what of it? I had my reasons.” * * * UNLIKELY INTERVIEWS Mr. W. A. Veitch: “This suspense is awful,” said Mr. W. A. Veitch, M.P., when interviewed last evening. He not only did not know which portfolio he would secure in the United Cabinet, but he wasn’t certain that he would get into the Cabinet at all. “However,” he said, “I am living in hopes, but as I was saying, the suspense is awful. Sir Joseph has disappointed us terribly. He is like a clam, and we shall all be nervous wrecks by Tuesday. George Forbes is in a state of and Harry Atmore can do nothing but quote Shakespeare. ‘To be or not to be,’ is what he keeps saying. For myself, I don’t know whether Railways or Labour would suit me the better. You see, I know such a tremendous lot about both.” Mr. D. Millerty: Mr. Millerty, the well-known Wellington tailor, did not have time to grant an interview. “We are too busy,” he said, "getting out frock coats and striped trousers for the new Cabinet. Here is a nice garment I have planned for Mr. A. J. Stallworthy. Just a little touch of green in the coat. Nice, isn’ f it?”