WITHOUT PREJUDICE.

Thames Star, Volume LXIII, Issue 17660, 10 August 1929, Page 5

WITHOUT PREJUDICE.

NOTES BY “CAMEO.”

I sometimes think, after reading the accident list that the community is divided into two classes, the earless and the careless.

An advertiser in a contemporary asks for a “second-hand vice, cheap.” They are all pecond-hand vices. History tells us there has not been a new vice invented in 2000 years. But none of them is cheap.

“Practically all Auckland’s gold has f been drawn from the Haurnki goldfield,” states an article in the Chamber of Commerce Journal. “This field includes the Great Barrier Island, the mountainous Hauraki Peninsula, and the extension of this upland southward to Waiorongomai. The amount of diluvial gold obtained from this area has been nominal, practically all the gold being won from quartz lodes. v These occur in var>t masses of tertiary volcanic rocks, hut in places they also penetrate the ancient underlying sedimentaries. The lodes are thought to have been formed by hot solutions 1 escaping from tho underlying molten magma,s during periods of volcanic quiescence. Later the gold and other metals in the upper portion of the lodes were concentrated by surface waters, so that large and rich orelodes were formed at shallow or moderate depths. Many of these ore-lode#? have now been worked out, but it cannot he doubted that others occur in the unexplored areas. Of the innumerable lodes of tliis goldfield the most profitable occur in the neighbourhood of Coromandel, Thames, Karangahake and Waihi.”

Johnnie was-only between four and five years of age, but wart making brave progress at a Wellington Kindergarten School. He took a particular delight in the singing, and was always lusty in his''vocal homage when it came to the singing of the National Anthem at the end of the short day. On several occasions the teacher thought she detected some slight variation from the original text asi Johnnie piped his patriotism, and being curious to know exactly .what he sang ,she kept near him, more by design than accident, and beard him singing: '

“Long train’s run over us, God Save tlie Ting!”

Trotsky takes a sardonic satisfaction in recalling that the French Minister Malvy, who expelled him from France in 1916, wap himself exiled by Clemenceau not many months later. The world is full just now of widely scattered exiles, but it would hardly be feasible for Great Britain to provide a home for them, although such a home would make a lively debating club.

What with fountain pens, compacts, lip-sticks, cigarette-lighter;? and motor cars, life is just one refill after another.

Our own mental outlook is often the very thing that harm persons. A thing that looks bright to us may, by comparison, dwindle down to nothing. For instance, on Thursday* night, anxious to get to that hockey dinner, I had to pump up my back tyre six times with a lee king bike pump and I was feeling pretty hot round the collar when I got to the hotel. Later in the evening I read that it would take a months, to inflate the airship R-100. Of course they would have good bike pumps. Still it cheered me up. Perhaps I was feeling better for the dinner.

A comforting thought from an optomist reader:—“The further we are from the last fine day, the nearer we to the next one.” ♦ • * •

It is apparent from the reports of the incendiary fires in Christchurch that the good folk of that city won’t be pestered with salvage sales of slightly damaged stock. k> !

Some men drink before meals, some after meals and others don’t bother about meals.

Lord Donegall received a surprise about two months ago when he received a cable from an American girl whom he knew five years previously, demanding the return of all her loveletters. He complied, and a week later received a letter saying that she was having them published with his, in book form. Later a cable reached him to say that a cheque for £45, portion of the advance royalties, was on its way to him.—Truly love on a commercial basis. • * * •

I see, Mr. Eveleigh Nash, the publisher, says that sex novels are not the best sellers. No; it seem£ that' a book has to be banned nowadays to top the market. * * * *

AS ALWAYS. Fig leaves, O fig leaves One day Eve would pick thee And make herself a confection, Loose at the waipt. Tight over the hips, Difficult to walk in. Them, parading proudly, She would say to Adam: ■ “Isn’t that the very latest?” And Adam, who was toilfully Making himself a spade, ’ Would say, dutifully:

“Um-hm!” Fig leaves, O fig leavee! • Another day Eve would pluck thee And devise a dernier cri Tight at the waist, Bouffant over the hips. And ending, at the knees. Then, swaying stylishly. She would cry to Adam: “Some frock, isn’t it?” And Adam, who was' anxiously Shaping a sword. < W ould say, oliedientlv: “Um-hm!”