BY THE WAY.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 19036, 3 April 1930, Page 7

BY THE WAY.

SOME COLLECTIONS AND REFLECTIONS. (By One of the Boys.) There once was a quaint by-election. Disclosing a Labour defection, When Jones from his rostrum Upset Archer’s nostrum, Securing Tim Armstrong’s rejection. Z’Z ss The Mayor of the great Yazo City Shot an editor up (what a pity). As result of the capers Of some Christchurch papers Archer thinks the example quite pretty. » The speed fiends hope to reach A record at Daytona beach. We’ll say if he gets the speed on “ 0.K., Don.” •*# ♦'# The by-election may upset the business of the City Council, particularly as Mr Flesher is going away to Honolulu, but the real difficulty is that what with the tunnel road, a harbour at Heathcote, a harbopr at Brooklands. and the funny little thing they’ve got now at Lyttelton, Mr Flesher wont know where to come back to. I’m told there will be a good crop bf Easter brides in spite of the lateness of the season. Miss B is one. Her young man thinks it was his idea, but the real culprit was the old fnan. He told his daughter that he had put in all last winter sitting by the kitchen stove while she and her young man sat in the sitting room round a cosy fire. He told her it was up to the young man to pay for the coal for keeping her warm this winter. That’s one wedding.' Then there is Sandy M’Parrich and his bride. Theirs is an Easter wedding. Gracie is the lucky girl, but she would not have been lucky only Sandy's hot water bottle started to leak. ‘‘What’s the good of buying a new hot water bottle that will only wear out, when I can get married,” he said. Then there’s ’s Easter wedding. One time it was no one without £IOOO a year was to get Doris. That was ■when she was twenty-one and got a gold wristlet watch with a diamond studded clasp. Pretty as the watch was it is not worn now. Too many people went to that birthday party and they have long memories. Five years ago any onfe with £4OO a year could have got Doris, but she goes off this Easter to a man who gets £250 a year. And Dad had a hard job getting him the job. Well, let them get married. Let them find out that marriage is not worth going through so much to find out so little; to find out that Ruth snores, that Cissie lias cold feet, that Maisie wakes up peeved, that Gertrude likes her breakfast brought to bed, that but why go on. Ah me! Ah-h-h-h me! ! A* DREAM. I had a dream, an awful dream, My hair it stood on end; For all the City Council chaps No platform would defend. Instead they smoked the pipe of peace, And Sullivan reclined Asleep upon the peaceful breast Of Lyons, looking kind; And Andrews, with a glass in hand, Was standing on a chair. While dancing on the table top. Behold! Our worthy Mayor. And Freddy Cooke was in hi* glee, I heard his voice arise, “Three cheers for dear old Beanland, And for private enterprise.” But Beaven, not to be outdone. Said: ‘‘Labour must be there; “We’ll pay to move the old Trades Hall, And build it in the Square.” smile, The city can’t be fooled, “We’ll move the town to Birdfing’s Flat And give the land to Gould ” Then up spoke dear Elizabeth, She of the Labour ilk, “Let’s celebrate this happy nfghf And water all the milk.” Then as the night drew into day, They hit the homeward trek. With Citizen and Laboujr arms Around each other’s neck. And this was not to celebrate The rest room or the loans, But just a peaceful, friendly night To welcome Charlie Jones.