BREEZES

Wairarapa Daily Times, 7 December 1937, Page 4

BREEZES

Method of Address! First Golfer: “How do you address the hall?” Second Golfer: “Do you mean before I hit it, or after I lose it?” * * * * Paved with Gold. In the rush of the ’eighties, when the Yukon was the mecca of all gold miners who, with pick and shovel and crudely built rockers and sluices, washed- out their “pay dirt” from every stream, the streets of this town were paved with the waste or tailings from nearby claims. It has been found that these tilings still contain a small quautity of gold, so that Dawson City can boast of the fact that her streets are literally “paved with gold.” Today, huge hydraulic dredges ' are in operation in the famous Klondike area, salvaging the gold left in the huge piles' of waste by the pioneer sourdough placer miners of the last century. * * * * Canada’s Fishing Industry.

Vessels and boats used in 1936 by Canada’s commercial fishermen numbered more than 41,000, and represented an investment exceeding £2,82-0,000. They included all .types of fishing vessels, some with sails and others driven by gasoline or diesel engines, and, in a few cases, by steam. If fish collecting tenders and fish carrying smacks were also considered, the fleet used in the fisheries last year would be almost 42,300 in number of • craft and more than £3,157,000 in value. Most of the fleet, of course, was at work in the sea fisheries off the coast of Quebec, the Maritime Provinces and British Columbia. The number of boats of all kinds used in catching fish in the Dominion’s inland waters was, however, close to 5400, with a. value of only a trifle less than £330,000. The craft in! -use in the sea fisheries, exclusive of the tenders and carrying smacks, ran all the way in size from rowboats to the sturdy ocean-going vessels which fish the deep sea banks. * * * * The “Noble” Onion. I can scarcely forgive women for their hatred of onions, writes the English essayist, Robert Lynd. The onion, it seems to me, is the noblest of the vegetables, breathing the spirit of an exquisite cleanliness, luxuriantly stinging the palate, sending the purified blood dancing through the veins. It is a vegetable without a vice. It is even said to induce healthy sleep and to be a cure for colds. Yet nine women out of ten detest it. They say that it smells abominably—one of the grossest fictions that have ever imposed themselves on mortals. An onion-loving man finds himself avoided at dances. I myself gave up- dancing at an early age, largely because I had. to choose between dancing and onions. I have heard it said that the smell of onions can be taken away if, after eating them, you eat a little raw parsley, and I have been told that there are onion-eaters of a compromising sort, who, fearing what women may think of them, are for ever eating parsley. This I regard as evidence of a lack of spirit. The onion-lover ought to stand up for his principles and to do all in his power to make the onion popular and to compel its recognition as a vegetable fitted for the most refined com-' pany. After all, there used to be women who disliked the smell of tobacco. By continually smoking in their presence, however, men taught them first to endure it, and then to love it, and even to smoke themselves.