Vanity Fair

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 73, Issue 108, 9 May 1930, Page 3

Vanity Fair

“Chronicle” Office, Wanganui, j, ~ , „ . ~ , , , , Muy Bth, 1930. At the bottom of an old wooden chest the other day, Margot came across a very ancient and respectable copy book; and on the very first page, w ritten in a hand so painfully neat and tidy that nobody would believe it Was once Margot's, were th e reproachful worts "Procrastination is the thief of lime. ’

manV , Womcn , Bcl a ff lc , ied Y' th , the n feeling that there are seventy times seven things which they simply must do—and that they haven't enough enterprise or initiative to do any one of them> Murmuring feebly Well anyhow, a body can't do everything at once," they pursue a policy of masterly inactivity; the old wooden chest is an example. For more years than she cares to remember Margot has been intending to spring-clean the horrid chaos of its interior, and if she’d carry out her honourable intentions, there would have been no rep roachful copy-book to stare her in the eye and remind tier of ‘.he energy of Ker youth. Somehow or other, the answering of letters, the paying of bills, the dutiful attention to pressing matters of business becomes a fag when the winter winds do blow. With infinite care and guile one plans for a perfectly free evening—one which shall not be occupied by bridge, neither by the "talkies " under tb V entertainment which is on the earth, or the Heavens above, or the waler under the earth. (Pretty chilly these nights.) An d when the free evening arrives, and one gazes upon the neatly arranged little pile of loiters waiting to be answered, and the sock whose heel was never finished, and the accounts which have not been pul i n order, one just says, "Oh, stuff and nonsense " and, defiantly opening a good book, sits in the rockin g chair before the fire. It's not the way to make the world'go round—but it’s ever so comfortable. Languidly, . '