SANDY’S CORNER

Wanganui Chronicle, 6 May 1947, Page 4

SANDY’S CORNER

Somebody writes to tell us that Joe Stalin is being kept in the dark. What about us, with candles running low? WORTH SOMETHING. Durie Hill has wakened up to the fact that, for too long, it has been •nobody's baby.” We can’t understand it, because every baby’s worth 10 bob a week now. Just shows you what the present generation thinks about money, leaving all that income lying on the doorstep. CANDLE MAKER. He came in to show’ it to us yesterday—a home-made candle, made in a mould his grandmother had—loo years ago. The spirit of old is not dead. He was a Gonville man. “You betcha,” said "Gert Gonville” with pride. ‘But he lives in Aramoho now,” said Anne Aramoho, with much quieter pride. MAKE UP MANG AN UI. Instead of arguing about trams, trolley buses, petrol busses and "gunpowder plots’ Wanganui ought ;o wake up to something big. Let’s take a leaf out of the book ot Inverness, that caretui, i.edate city of the north of Scotia, and get a "monster of Virginia Lake.” Think of the buzzing cables if the Mayor and Council suddenly decided to suspend Standing Orders to let the town clerk tell of the Monster of Virginia. W c wouldn’t worry whether it was seen of a Friday, Good Friday, or any other day. All wc want is lor somebody to see jl! TRIP IN A PLANE. The mayors of Marton and Taihape have one up on the Major of Wanganui. They ve been for a ride in the Vickers Viking plane, and were the guests of the Railway Department. A Rangitikei County chap went, too. They went down and saw the cold Avon in Christchurch, noted its trickle, camo home again. Ls the fact that Waganui wasn’t in the party due to this c.ty still not being on me main line, or did the Railways Department not have enough room, and toss'd up whether they would invite us and ‘.lie Mayor both to represent Wanganui, or nobody, and the penny cam? down "nobody,” so we stayed at home? Just to spite Fred Purnell and Ted Loader, we propose setting out for Christchurch on horseback, just to prove that the pioneering spirit still lives. We’re not a bit jealous, really! LONDON MUST BE SUPPING A former Lord Mayor of London Sir Harry Twyford) comes to Wanganui and tolls us our sins-—wc drink too much beer, w r e bet too much on horses and wc haven’t got a proper attitude to work, meaning, we inter, that we would sooner play than work. What we want to know is what ha* happened to London since Sir Hany left there? Don't they bet there any more, or drink? And if a London office box was told by his Government to stop home and enjoy a fortyhour week, would he come to work instead? You’re asking us, and were asking Sir Harry. When we were in London (a long time ago we admit) they'd bet on flies crawling up a fishmonger’s window. Evon on the Clydeside, Glasgow, they’d bet on anything, from racehorsos to soccer players and bantam roosters, and on sporans, too! We have a feeling that Sir Harry Twyfoni was talking with a longue in his cheek w hen ho told us of ouc wrong attitude to horses, to beer and to work. We arc more than ever convinced of that when he is reported al saying, of this over gambling, overdrinking. over-loafing Dominion: ’ll it wasn’t for business ties 1 would come and settle here!” Surely London must be slipping!