FROM THE “STAR” SIXTY YEARS AGO.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18469, 22 May 1928, Page 9

FROM THE “STAR” SIXTY YEARS AGO.

ADVERTISEMENTS AND NEWS OF MAY 22, 1868. Rabbit Shooting.—Yesterday, a party consisting of four gentlemen from Lyttelton, went across the harbour to Mr Bradley’s farm, Charteris Bay, and in two hours killed forty-two rabbits. A professional lady of long ence, who is a pupil of Mr Luc: and Mr Hermin, both of Paris, wishes to meet with a few pupils for the piano. Terms moderate. Apply to Mr Houlihan, East Tow’n Belt. The Hopes Boarding House. To Farmers and Others visiting Christchurch. The best accommodation in the province. All meals Is; beds Is. Note the address: Corner of Tuam Street, opposite the Scotch Church. k a The Railway.—Trains will run as follows on the Lyttelton and Christchurch line on Monday next: From Christchurch, at 9, 10.45 a.m., 12.30, 2, 3.30 and 5 p.m., returning from Lyttelton at 10 and 11.30 a.m., 1.15, 2.45, 4.15 and 6 p.m. On Tuesday morning a train will leave Christchurch at 8, returning from Lyttelton at 8.30 a.m. From an editorial note:—There are one or two matters, however, on w’hich the action taken by the Municipal Council is open to conjection. We do not care to take up old and forgotten questions, and we will merely say that the council acted as prudently in giving up their intentions with regard to a public market in, Hagley Park as they at first acted foolishly in entertaining the proposal. 2? a a The English Mail.—The Otago, with the English mail on board, arrived in Lyttelton at twelve minutes past ten. The vessel must have been sighted half an hour earlier. Yet the 10 a.m. train from Lyttelton left at that hour, and the mail remained in Port for three hours, till the one o’clock train. The Government must wake up, as this won’t do at all. The mail consisted of fifty-eight boxes, four bags and five parcels, and was landed at 10.30. Cautious, as Usual.—The “Bruce Herald” has the following amusing paragraph: “What crop do you call that,” said a visitor to a Taieri farmer the other day, as they looked upon a field of wheat sown upon ground occupied by oats last year. “Weel,” said the well-known Taieri farmer, scratching' his grey pow, “I dinna ken what to make o’t exactly. If wheat’s dear an’ oats cheap, I think I’ll ca’ it oats.” We only hope he may now succeed in persuading the millers of Otago that his wheat crop, grown under such a careless system of farming, is worthy of being ranked as the dearer esculent.