BY THE WAY.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 19201, 15 October 1930, Page 9

BY THE WAY.

SOME COLLECTIONS AND REFLECTIONS.

(By One of the Boys.) “Bad day for the race, isn’t it?” 44 What race?” “The white race.” I’ve discovered the quickest remedy for present depression. Give the country back to the Maoris and let’s all go into business as bead vendors. Major Burwash declares that Eskimos who accompanied Peary to the Pole say that there was no sign of jubilation or rejoicing.—Of course, it all depends on the Eskimos’ idea of what constitutes a party. “Is this a through tram?” said the old lady when she got to Leinster Road the other night. “Yea, through for the day,” said the conductor, as he swung the trolley pole round. «-£ We understand that the City Council has decided to prohibit people from picking flowers except from their own graves. She: Where were youdast night? He: That’s s a lie. :< “How do you do? I’ve heard so much about you.” “But you’ll have a hard time proving anything.” A woman may be outspoken, but not by a man. Head of Firm: How long do you want to be away on vour honeymoon? ‘Clerk (timidly): Well, sir—er t how long would you sav? Head of Firm: How do I know? I haven’t seen the bride. “Honey, I’ll be needing a new fur soon.” “What? Say, I bought that fur not quite two seasons ago.” “Yes, dear, I know, but you must remember that the fox wore it three years.” There’s a lot of cussedness in life. Fancy Doc Thacker being ill in Health Week. And for a parson the Mayor has to be always damming. First it was the ratepayers, now it is the Waimakariri. Then take M. E. Lj r ons. He likes to pose as a city father and he isn’t-even married. Take the Rev L. B. Neale. He wanted to be friendly with all his fellow-councillors, but he can’t get on with A. E. Armstrong. Armstrong is a League man and he knows that represents Rugby Street.