12 O’CLOCK SATURDAY A SHOPPING MYSTERY.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18960, 6 January 1930, Page 8

12 O’CLOCK SATURDAY A SHOPPING MYSTERY.

Curiosity, to which I freely confess, prompted me to pause on my homeward path. I simply had to discover why folk should be three and four deep round a city counter on such a hot morning. I knew of no half-price days or bargain sales. Enlightenment came in a flash as I saw two young girls shoulder their way out of the crowd and look eagerly at the contents of a bulky envelope. Holiday snaps! Why, of course! The gala at New Brighton, with big boxes of chocolates for the lucky winners; children paddling in the Sumner pool, or diligently building castles to the exclusion of all else; tramps on the hills; the boating excursion to Akaroa; sports meetings—the myriad diversions that offered over the festive season had all been permanently recorded by the happy little click of the camera. Perhaps in the future, when even the Byron collar advocated by the Men’s Dress Reform Party in England has become an oddity, some of those at the counter may come across _ old albums—treasure trove of memories—and with glad but rather wistful smiles recall the foibles and fashions of those cheerful yesterdays. _____ A.M.B.