OUR LETTER BOX

Observer, Volume XXXIII, Issue 4, 5 October 1912, Page 24

OUR LETTER BOX

Deb. —Good. B. P. W.—W-P.B. J. T. H.—Will use. Gybo (Wellington).—Declined. G. B. L.—Was returned 20/8/12. S. L. B.—A farrago of nonsense. T. H.—Too late, too lo*g, too dull. pyßiDENE.—lt's all been said before. J. W. W.—Simply an unreasoned scream. Swain.—Well, why don't you marry the girl ? V. J. T.—Simple misstatement clothed in the garb of verity. PHILAX.—Twelve verses suffering from cold feet of varying lengths. Please desist. K. S. (Rotorua).—Thanks for fish story. It has been added to the Methuselah gallery of hoary chestnuts. Dominie.—The axe you have to grind is an unworthy weapon, and you are not particularly gallant to the ladies. M I. S.—Your " Economic Labyrinth " is true to name. Even Mr Sanford couldn't understand what you are driving at. Bellb.-" My friends tell me I have a genius for writing poetry." Your friends have a t genius for misleading innocent youth. I, & B. — Communications that are insufficiently stamped are badly handicapped. Yours would be a non-starter if it was overstamped. I. 8. S.-Your little tale, "^ Willies Wart." is so tender that when handed to the fullback he burst out crying, and it was washed to sea in a flood of tears. H B—Yes. but the better conditions now obtaining in the Post Office service were secured by an obscure country paper. Officials always do claim the credit. Y. M.—Not the slightest objection to the "manhood factory," simply holding that much money is spent on young men who don't need spoon-feeding, and for whom spoon-teeding is bad. Purity.—Your rather lurid story of one of Auckland's leading butcher's little American honeymooning trip while his wife stayed " behind, etc , etc., requires a little more confirmation. We are not rushing woman s " clack " into our columns. Cleric.-In reality you are not distressed th«t »Aucklanders are almost irretrievably wicfeed. What you mean is that IOU.OOO people are not as good as you. Really an endeavour to get this paper to throw the limelight on your virtues. It can't be done.