PARS FROM EVERYWHERE

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume LXXXI, Issue 19047, 26 June 1924, Page 11

PARS FROM EVERYWHERE

Chropractic College song: “Trail of the Lonesome Spine.”

NEW York society woman refuses to spend vacation in Jersey, as she says the mosquitoes bore her so.

Mussolini says Rome -fc again to extend her. empire oyer/ the world and be all that she ever was. the ruling power on earth.

We hear that a Scotchman, who has taken a room near the Empire Exhibition, has given his landlady clearly to understand that he will pay no extras for coals, as he hopes to collect enough in free samples from daily visits to the real coal mine.

After the funeral service in New Jersey the other day, the undertaker announced: “We will now pass round the bier.” One man licked his lips convulsively, got up from his seat, and said: “That’s fine.” His wife pulled him back into his seat and hissed: “Shut up. Henry. It ain’t the kind you mean.”

A law passed during the time of Napoleon is being revived by the French to free Paris from Broadway advertising methods. The great electric signs around the Place de L'Opera are to go. The prefect of police has jurisdiction over exterior design of buildings in the vicinity of “historic monuments."

; More than 2,000,000 negroes have left the plantations and small towns of the south since the world war to start their lives over in industrial communities, where they have become genuine pioneers. Here is the stuff of which literature may be made—a story of change • and struggle, a revolution in ways of living and social contracts, a rich field for these new writers, says the New York Times.

This incident took place only 100 years ago, and wa srecorded in the Times, April 27, 1824:—Bury—On Wednesday last Benjamin Howlett, aged 24; John Cheney, aegd 23, and Thomas Wright and Robert Bradnum. aged 26,, all for burglary, were executed here ,in the presence of upwards of 14,000 persons, more than one third of whom were supposed to be females. The late Miss Marie Corelli was often asked why she never married, and she always gave the same answer. “There is no need,” she would say, “for I have three pets at home which, together, answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog which growls every morning, a parrot Which swears all the afternoon. and a cat which comes home late at night."

Charles Lamb should be living at this hour. In his absence, it is left to a correspondent to call' attention to the fact that a fire has just been caused in a farm house at Hockley, Essex, by a pig upsetting an oil stove in the kitchen. Luckier than the founder of the roast pig, of whom Lamb wrote in his most famous essay, the pig eseaped. Obviously it had decided to experiment for itself as to the proper way of preparing roast farmer. On the ten cents paid for a loaf of bread, on the average, six cents goes to the baker, one and four-one-hundredths cents goes to the retailer, nine-tenths of a cent is given to those who haul the wheat to the mill and the flour from the mill to the baker. The elevator gets not quite one-tenth of a cent and the miller slightly more than half a cent. Producers of the wheat,, the yeast, the salt and other ingredients get a little less than one and a half cent. The bulk of this cent and a half goes to the wheat farmer, writes the “Dearborn Independent.”'

Bernard Shaw and G. K. Chesterton. as reported in an Association Press despatch, have locked horns on the question whether the American breakfast, including fruit, is preferable to the traditional British morning meal. “The Americans,” says Chesterton, "sleep in hothouses, and wake up so thirsty that they are obliged to devour quantities of fresh fruit and drink —gallons of ice water and alcohol, but it isn’t breakfast. If there is' one glorious thing in England which must never die it is the breakfast of bacon and eggs.” “Why bacon?” Shaw inquired. “Do the Jews never enjoy their breakfasts?” “Mr. Shaw would have been a very intelligent man,” rejoined Chesterton,, “if only he had always had boiled elephant or tiger for his morning meal.” “Pardon me,” Shaw retaliated, "Mr. Shaw is a very intelligent man. Methuselah could hardly have been expected to go on eating pigs and pullets every morning for 969 years. Manna will be the food of the future. Must we always be condemned to slops and marmalade? Now if Chesterton had attacked buck-wheat cakes and molasses I should have sympathised, but. fresh fruit! My mouth waters. ”

An alluring picture of slavery days on a large Georgia plantation is drawn in “Memoirs of a Southerner,” by Edward J. Thomas. The industrious slave on this plantation seldom worked after the noon hour, it is affirmed, for by that time his field work with hoe or plough would be done. The slaves could raise chickens for their own use, each family had a garden, and many had boats of their own for getting fish and oysters. “The marshes abounded in raccoons and the woods in possums,, and nightly the baying of the dogs—their own —would tell you the boys of the plantation were on a hunt. Diamond-backed terrapin were abundant, and one was never brought to our dwelling foi

which the bearer could not get in ex change a ‘thrip’ (the old fashioned six cents), or. if he preferred, a ration of bacon or syrup. Sundays no work was permitted. At church the slaves were welcome, and on Communion Sundays they all, master and slave, took wine from the same silver cup—the white folks, of eburse. first. . . I remember the pleasant rivalry between the negro men and women to see who would pick the most cotton, and hence get a prize—a calico dress or a hat or a pair of Sunday shoes—that father would offer weekly to the one who picked the most cotton. The picking season then was very long, the cotton would not open until October, and the fields woud be white until after Christmas. ” I

Vice-Presidents of the United States are often inconspicuous when in office, and soon forgotten afterwards. What school-boy can name, for instance, off-hand a halfdozen Vice-Presidents in office before 1860? This thought comes to mind on reading an article narrated in ‘‘Subscriber’s Magazine.” The late Frank Bacon, the star of Lightnin’, happened to be standing in the lobby of a Chicago hotel near Mr. Coolidge while he was Vice-Presid-ent. An alert reporter, seeing the two notables, conceived the idea of having them photographed together. He asked Mr. Coolidge how he would like to be photographed with Frank Bacon. "Frank Bacon—who’s he?” the Vice-President is said to have asked. The reporter explained who he was. “All right,” said Mr. Coolidge. Then the reporter approached Mr. Bacon and asked him how he would like to be photographed with Mr. Coolidge. “And who’s Coolidge?” Mr. Bacon wanted to know. “Nobody but the VicePresident of the United States,” announced the reporter. So the two men were introduced and photographed.