BY THE WAY.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18187, 21 June 1927, Page 9

BY THE WAY.

SOME COLLECTIONS AND REFLECTIONS. (By One of the Boys). On Thursday, I gather from a northern paper, the members of Parliament from Auckland will tell the others what is to be done this session and why. Bob: Do you know Alice very well? Bill: Oh, yes. I've ridden five in a seat with her! a * x We have recently come across the following, from a child's essay on Nelson. in the Lyric Publications, Seaford, Sussex: “ ‘Oh I Harding, kiss me again,’ were the buteful words of a heroik mortal who won a great battle with one eye and a wooden leg. Before the bloody context arose, this motto was uttered by him, ‘The queen expects every man to do his duty.’ Nelson was a brave man, but his morrals were not respectable. Once a lady, whose name was Mrs Hambington, nursed him, and he said, ‘Oh, heavins, heavins, why do I love.’ When he died the queen met him in a boat and he to St Paul’s and was buried. This is a marvelous lesson to me and all schoolboys. Do your duty to your pastors and marsters, and then even with a single leg you can say ‘with this simple thing I will do my duty.’ ” «.♦ At a Prebbleton concert the Cathedral Square Party sang “The Soldiers’ Chorus” and “The Drunken Sailor.” Let’s hope they were some more of those songs without words. Mr Archer hoped the Labour City . Council will tackle the milk question by taking the bull by the horns. He no sooner opened his mouth than he put his foot in it. t*: 35 The surveyors’ complaint seems to be that the City Council is monarch of all they survey. King Fuad and Sarwat Pasha are making a trip to England. Egypt has been threatening to knock seven bells out of England lately, so most likely they're following the example of our other Enemies and going over for a loan. Our wonderful language: A member of the Mamari’s crew got screwed and threw a screw overboard, so he’ll have to pay the cost of the screw out of his own screw, and if he doesn’t _ they’ll most likely put the screw on him. 4* sc This story is being told of a London judge who likes music. ile was the guest of a box-holder at a musical play, but his hostess maintained an even flo wof chatter all through the piece. At the end she cordially invited him to join her party at the opening performance at Covent Garden this season. “With pleasure,” said he. “I would like to hear you in grand opera.”