SANDY’S CORNER

Wanganui Chronicle, 8 March 1947, Page 4

SANDY’S CORNER

TRAFFICKING IN SUNSPOTS According to the Wanganui Observatory there has been much trafficking in sunspots. We, when In the army, remember trafficking In shirts, other ranks for the use of, which was handled as high up as the adjutant, but we wonder how high an authority must be to traffic in sunspots. BE WITH YOU THREE WEEKS HENCE! We leave on holiday ttiis afternoon, walking, of course. Who would travel otherwise, when speed' is the password of man, and man will ever be different frpni what Is intended? Any fool can fly. can ride at great speed. It takes a jnan to walk and be his humble self. See y6u three weeks hence, after the walk! We have paid our subscriptions to the Industrial Union of Walkers and perhaps may get a look in at being-a member of the executive before we wear through the leather and the sock. Till three weeks from Monday you can go to sleep and feel safe that this corner will not be published! VALE, ST. JOHN” St. John’s, Wanganui's posh suburb, has had it! Steps are being taken by this corner to have the new trolley bus service extended to Upokongaro. And why not ? The brass bands made that river selt.ement a suburb of the great pulsating city. A brass band played in the yard of the Upok pub, and now there are pipers playing in the golden glory of autumn in that same setting. The golden leaves along the river, revived by the stirring music of the Highlands, are again lilting their heads, and those wise men who look deeply into the future, like we do when Mum gives us a chance, see in Upok a new pulsating valley, miles better than ever a Hutt Valley knew how to be! Upok, we salute you, you and your oil, your bands, you and your quiet, inviting modestyl Vale, St. John’s! HAIL SCOTIA! It stirs the blood, it makes you dream of those Highlands as you saw them long ago—the glorious lift o' the pipes, swing o’ the kilt! We were al breakfast and heard them pass, we took to the verandah and saw them; we were at work, and we heard them again, and we stopped and we saw them pass; we were where the real people of Wanganui gather between live and six o’clock and we heard them pass again, and, handle and all, we went out to the footpath and saw them again! Brass bands, yes, not bad; we like them, but no other band quite puts the thrill into us as do the bands of Wallace and the Bruce, of the warm, yet rugged land, where the purple of the heather makes all men kin, the land that extends from the wild Orkneys in the north, to where the gentle-flowing Clyde meets the sea beyortd Cardross. And we are not alone In our gentle, soothing memory, as witness the following: The pipers are here, and their sweet, joyous sound! Just watch the young Scotties go marching around! The glad lift of their pipes stirs our innermost soul. And makes us think back, when Lucknow was their goal! —J.SIC.

The pipers are callin’. Wi' chanters and reeds, To thrill bri liter Scots. And a’ those lesser breeds. So, clansmen an' Sassenaclis, Krown, black or whites. Will be on Cook’s Gardens Noo iviry nicht! —Langside and NettlatuU.