SANDY’S CORNER

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 90, Issue 91, 20 April 1946, Page 4

SANDY’S CORNER

Death: At Geneva, on April 18, 1946, the League of Nation., aged 26 years. (“And poppies blow in Flanders Fields!”) YOU MUST ‘DIP YOUR IJD” TO EDI CATION BOARDS. We notice that the Wanganui Education Board has decided to postpone decision on whether the Glen Oroya School should be allowed to so adapt its hours to enable those . concerned to avoid being penalised by the 40-hour, five-day week. The board’s reason was a letter, written by the head teacher, the tone of which did not please the board. What a pity! We suggest that the teacher, in future, always seeks inspiration from lhe Bard of Avon when it is necessary to write the board to ask a favour. For instance, there is no telling what concessions the board would have granted, had the let tor from Glen Oroua been couched in the words of address used by Othello, in his approach to the Duke, Senators and officers in the Council Chamber of Venice: "Most Potent, Grave and Reverend Signors, my Very Noble and Approv’d Good Masters ” RAIL E.X( I RSION TO ARAMOHO! She came to Wanganui for the Old Boys’ ball, frosh from the flat, wellmanured lands sloping away from conical Egmont. Good Friday was wet no pictures, no trams, no river trips, little petrol- and she wanted to see a big city, a thriving, pulsating populace going places. "We’ll take you on a rail excursion to Aramoho to see the express go through!” said her three boy friends. And, would you believe it. they did! They caught the train at Wanganui, went out by it to Aramoho. saw the express (13 carriages and three engines) come in and go out. The platform was alive with people, all with that expectant look of travellers on holiday. The excursionists came back to Wanganui by train when it was over, a sparkling journey there and back in the rain. “Gee,’ said the Damsel of Taranaki, “it was great. I wish they could do things that way up our way.” Just then a calf blared its voice across the wide open space of the Wanganui racecourse, and that brought the fair maid of Egmont back to earth. “I shouldn’t have said what I did say,” she said hurriedly. “It was sort of disloyal. Taranaki’s lovely, even though she hasp’t got an Aramoho. but some day Lenperton will come ip to its own. See if it doesn't”