BREEZES

Wairarapa Daily Times, 20 January 1933, Page 5

BREEZES

The Art of Selling. A woman entered a shop and said: “Have you any cream for restoring the complexion?” , : -1 “Restoring, miss? You mean preserving,” said the salesman heartily. P.S. —He sold her £2 worth of complexion creams. 1 * * * * A Terrible Habit. “My husband plays cards nearly ■every night,” said Mrs Jones to her neighbour. “I think it’s a tenubiC habit.” “Why don’t you make him give it up?” suggested the neighbour. Airs Jones smiled brightly. “I "will as soon as his r.in of luck cuds,” she replied. • * * * * Car Held Up By Lions.

A thrilling experience befell Sir Joseph Byrne, Governor of Kenya Colony, when motoring near Nairobi. He wa.s travelling quickly when a lion and a lioness suddenly sprang out oil to the road, the car passing over one of the paws of the lioness. She snarled, and three other fully-grown lions ran up and sprang on to the road, just ahead of the Governor’s car. For a whole hour the animals stood prowling and roaring at the motor car, which could not pass, until eventually the beasts slunk off into the bush.

Earl as Baker’s Boy. The Marquess of Northampton reestablished the family fortunes by. a device which no novel excels in pleasant audacity. He was one of the Comptons,’ an old Northamptonshire house, whose affairs were in grave disrepair when the first earl was a young man, and Queen Elizabeth of gracious memory was ou the throne. At the same time there was living in the city, at famous Crosby Hall, Sir John Spencer, fabulously rich, 'Lord Mayor of London, and with a beautiful only daughter, Elizabeth. Northampton, a gay and gallant figure, sought her hand, but the old merchant prince would not hear of the match. The young wooer had influence at Court, and succeeded in getting Spencer imprisoned for a time on a charge of ill-using his daughter, but even with the father out of the way he was not able to win the fair Elizabeth, who either would not consent to marriage or was kept too securely imprisoned. Eventually an irate Sir John was released, naturally more hostile than ever to’ the suit of the young aristocrat. But he happened to be in a particularly good temper when he met one day a stalwart baker’s youth coming down the stairs with a basket on his head, and the old knight stopped and gave him a sixpence for his punctuality. Not for a little time later did he learn that in the basket was his daughter Elizabeth, the baker’s assistant being none other than young Lord Northampton disguised for the adventure. Never, Sir John vowed, should his son-in-law receive a penny more of his money than the sixpence which he had given to the supposed baker’s bov. A year passed; then one day Queen Elizabeth sent for Sir John. She wanted him to go and be “gossip” with her to a newly-born baby which she hoped he would adopt in place of his disinherited daughter. Of course, he could not refuse, and, needless to say, the baby proved to be Sir John’s' own grandchild, and a complete reconciliation followed.