FURS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16905, 2 December 1922, Page 19

FURS.

(By WALT MASON.) My Aunt Samantha sits and purrs and swells with misfit pride, for many gorgeous robes are hers and furbelows beside : she has all kinds of costly fijrs, for each some creature died. My Aunt Samantha has the price to buy just what she wants, so seals arc ■traced through northern ice and hutched in their haunts, the mink must perish once or twice to give the muff she flaunts. Full soon the creatures of the wild will be extinct, men say ; for woman's sake their pelts are piled in bundles on a dray, and Aunt Samantha beamed and smiled o’er her new dbat to-day. My aunt has not a calloused heart, no venom in her lies ; she would not rend a stoat apart to get the fur she’d prize ; she’d cause no beast a.pain or smart—were it before her eyes. But sables, er mine, things like these, suggest no death or pain, no cruel traps or snickersnees, no harmless creatures slain : she doubtless thinks they grow on trees on some far tropic plain. She doubtless thinks the skins are brought from orchards in the*fall, but what’s the use of tiresome thought o She’s dressing for a hall and she :s hurried and distraught—the taxi soon will call. Tf Aunt Samantha could behold the little furry things which perish in the snow and cold, in traps with rusty springs she’d order all her ermine sold to freaks like queens and kings.