DOWN PETTICOAT LANE.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 73, Issue 91, 17 April 1930, Page 3

DOWN PETTICOAT LANE.

Wedding Bells. Nobody can say that the young folk of Wanganui aren’t doing their level best to keep up the good old custom of Easter marriages. One well-known, Wanganui reception room is not only “booked to capacity” for the whole of Eastertide, but has already been forced to turn several couples away. Wedding bells, a whole carillon of them, are getting ready to tinkle, and it would bo pretty safe to estimate that between thirty and forty good Wanganui citizens and true (of course, it takes two to make a wedding) will say “I do” during the course of Easter w’cck. All this is extremely gratifying, and shows that no matter what the pessimists have to say, the world is quite determined to keep spinning in its same old way. From the Emperor’s Palace. Curious and beautiful things sometimes drift out to us from the forgotten corners of the world. For instance, in Wanganui, there’s a carved dragon of mi.’ky-white onyx, who, with his delicately-wrought background of flowers and leaves, once disported himself in the Emperor’s golden palace at Pekin. He is quite a handsome dragon, not very large, but beautifully correct as to detail—even his tiny, razor-sharp teeth are all present and in good condition. During the time of the Boxer wars, he fell captive to an Englishman and has been a family pet ever sine©.