WHAT ARE THE WILD WAVES SAYING?

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16818, 22 August 1922, Page 6

WHAT ARE THE WILD WAVES SAYING ?

First Wave: Here! I’ve been hanging around the beach for an hour waiting for those girls to come in swimming and let me splash them. I tell you, it takes the pand out of a fellow waiting and waiting like this. Seventh Wave (superciliously): Oh! You must be a newcomer here. Look out or some mean undertow will come along and kidnap you. Don’t you know that they never go in above their knees ? First Wave: Well, what do they wearbathing suits for then? Seventh Wave: Law makes ’em. They wear as little as they can now. Second Wave (heaving excitedly): Here comes a couple! They must be able to swim.

Third Wave (bobbing nervously in his hurry to show his knowledge) : One of them is a swimmer—the man.

Second Wave (suspiciously) : How can you tell? You haven't seen ’em try yetThird Wave : I can tell from her face. She has that far-away look when she glances at him that gives the whole show away. He’s going to teach her. I’ve seen that kind before. Wait a minute and you’ll see. (The two swimmers under discussion wade out a little farther and tlie “swimming” lesson begins.) Seventh Wave: Make it ohoppy, fellows, and keep close to me. I’m going to show you some fun. (Seventh wave breaks over the couple. The girl swims rapidly and skillfully out of danger. Her escort doesn’t notice her departure until after he has roughed a quart of water out of his system.) Second Wave: There ! I knew she could ! (The escort wades rapidly over to the side of the girl, murmuring as he does so. “ Did my little tweetums nearly get drowned by the big nasty wave?”) Seventh Wave (disgustedly) : Isn’t that enough to make any wave wild? I can’t stay here listening to any more talk like that. I’ll he rippling along. (The esoort continues to calm the girl ■with “Was my poor little honeykins scared?”) First, Second. Third, Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Waves: Oh slush, slosh, slush, slosh! —T.H.L. in New York ft Life.”