SANDY’S CORNER

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 90, Issue 118, 23 May 1946, Page 4

SANDY’S CORNER

IHEMO FOR SANDY. Re your par “That Taihape Team” in which you state we will need a Beiliss, it is well to remember our Whisky has a real Punch and when our Garlick goes with a Whatn I’m thinking someone will be looking for a nice shady spot. We will be seeing you on 25th. and hope Gertie, from Gonville, is in good voice. UTIKU NAT. She will be! The only sad feminine barrackei’ at the moment is beautiful Joan St. John's. Old Boys can’t even kick goals, she says.—“S.”

ALL’S WELL WITH WANGANIT (Jur Highland blood is tingling, and ■ours will be, too. —thirty pipe bands a tile city all at once. We are writ-

ing to the committee running the outfit to suggest that thev all play at once. All will he well with the world Vviien they do, from the glories of St. Joitn’s to the river-lapped shore at Putiki, anti that thriving Main Trunk centre, Aramoho. The only apprehen sion we have is for the cows and Sassenach. Sassenach knows of old the meaning of the gathering of the clans, and to hit sorrow. And, judging from a olue-blooded Jersey grandmother we know, the givers of milk for men will not. take kindly to the music of the land from Burns. A friend of out s once went out into the Kaukatea Valle; and played a lament to his forbears, a reel to his own generation ano a salute to evening. Untortunate- !>■ he liqd accomplished little more titan half of his intention, when the Jersey matron jumped lite rails, lite degs barked, our milker said unprintable things. “Blood of Sassenach in her vein ." said our piper friend, as the Jersey grandmother, tail on encl, was disappearing over the creek, and be 'hereupon played: “Will ye No Come Baek Again?"—She didn’t, so she was a Sassenach after all. THE CITY RATES We note that the “Mayor hopes to hold the city rates at the 1945-46 level." We don’t know about the Mayor, but we hope tire City Fathers will see that the rates get back to the 1910 level. So much tor our hopes! That is more than holding the rates. It is like a horse, with the Mayor in the saddle, trying to hold it (maybe> and the City Fathers, with a laSsoo, trying io loop it and throw il. The rates arc a serious problem and they leave risen steadily through the years. Now. people in all walks of life are bellowing to have them cut. So it is refreshing that the Mayor ha, high hopes. But whatever hopes he has doesn't really matter much, because it will take more titan hope to accomplish what the people of. this city, and nearly every other city in the land, are clamouring lor. Much will depend on what comes off the land, and how well it can be disposed of on the markets of the world, provided we can get it there. Mayors with high hopes arc better titan Mayors without any hopes, nut neither a Mayor with hope, nor one without, can affect the position much. They simply don't count, hut Wa.lly Naslt does. So what we would like to know is not what the Mayor hopes, but whether Mr. Nash has had any experience with a lassoo, and what it feels like to be lassoed, even by a man like Mr. Nash. We are picking that if some of the big unions get lassoed, it will lake more than a Mayor with high hope, und a Mr. Nash wit It high linance, to keep litem tied up. For that reason we axe living for t he day not when the Mayor’ lias high hopes of keeping the rate* at the present level, but the day when the big unions say: “We've got to cut costs, and we all must' bear a share, us as well as the other bloke!" That’ll be the day!