SANDY'S CORNER

Wanganui Chronicle, 9 September 1950, Page 4

SANDY'S CORNER

A MEMORABLE OCCASION The young man drove his “jalopy” calmly along the Hutt Road with one of his headlights dead to the night until he was stopped by a traffic officer. “My mind was above headlights: I was engaged just that afternoon,” he said when charged in the Magistrate s Court. “Just to commemorate the occasion, £1 and costs,” said Mr A. A. McLachlan. S.M. WOOLLEN ATMOSPHERE Though probably silks and satins were in the ascendancy at last night s Stock and Elation Agents’ Ball, there was a woollen atmosphere about the whole show—it was held in a wool store and wool provided much of the wherewithal to provide the beauty and chivalry of Wanganui with a chance to show their paces. Ono couple was heard to ask whether any wool was “left lying about, like, to take home ” Alas, those days have gone! Time was when the farmer, walking through his sheep pens, trod on a more or less “carpet” of wool, today, anything that shows white against the ground of sheep pens is quickly “salvaged.” That, of course, is quite fitting, because it will take a tremendous lot of “salvaging” to cope with the position when the high priced wool of today gets into the suitings and clothing of tomorrow. It is one thing to “baaa” happily at the moment at owe hoggets bringing n fiver. It will be a very sad sort of "baaa” when it comes io paying for the next year’s suit or costume. Still, wo can always go back to seaweed and we arc told that there is a still plentiful sunpjy of lacebark trees in existence. If the worst comes to the worst and wool does reach a pound a nound. dyed lacehark, with a sprig cf seaweed and a flare of flax, would look quite good. “See you at thn next Stock and Station A"nnls’ Ball In my lacebark gown. Gert.” Gert: And I’ll be wearing a flared skirt of lunin with a toLtoi top piece and a touch of tvtu-tutu. Won’t the Romneys envy us!