BY THE WAY.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18887, 11 October 1929, Page 9

BY THE WAY.

SOME COLLECTIONS AND REFLECTIONS. (By One of the Boys.) It was unfortunate that the Queen didn’t visit Waitaki, but Waikari on about it now? :* :* :: Seeing that some builders don’t know what Portland stone is, they ought to be easily able to satisfy the Mayor’s demand for concrete proposals. « St « On the principle that it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Dr Thacker has started his “Has-been Smokers’ Club.” I suppose it’s better to have been a has-been of some sort, even if it’s only a hasbeen smoker. What I want to know is: What is he going to do about the “Would-be Smokers’ Club.” I think it still exists. I know I belonged to it a few tnonths before I graduated to the exalted heights of “One of the Boys.” As for the “raw milk and raw apples,” I can only suggest that if they find tobacco smoke offensive they should retaliate and add “raw onions.” k ss The accountancy expert of the Technical School has been telling the “Star” that something more than figures is required . nowadays. Judging by the personal appearance of the typists of the business heads of Hereford Street I should say that good figures still count. t: s :: I don’t envy the man who woke up and found that he had taken the Crown Prosecutor’s car. I’ll bet he is thinking “ hard.” :*: :: With reference to alternative sites for the art gallery, Mr Archer says he will only accept concrete proposals. Well, they should help with the foundations. Found I had overpaid my last toll bill for the telephone, so wrote and asked for a refund. The answer was that owing to the fact that I had accepted and acknowledged the receipt, they could not see their way to grant a refund, but suggested that I take the amount Out in wrong numbers. » « There’s a h. of a difference.—Two men can admire the same shirt and be friends: but ’tis different when they admire the same skirt. :* :: “You over in the corner!” said the brutal teacher to the nervous-looking pupil in the class. The boy over in the corner shot up like a bolt. “Do we eat the flesh of the whale?” “Y-y-yes, sir,” faltered the scholar. “And what do you do with the bones ?” “P-please, sir,” responded the nervous one, with chattering teeth, “we 1-leave them on the s-side of our p-plates.”