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The Club Smoking Room

By

HAVANA

THESE enormous breaks at billiards,” said the sporting member, ‘•'will lead to some alteration in the rules. It is not likely that

the public will pay to see over a thousand consecutive cradle cannons: it would be more tedious to watch than the spot stroke. If billiard matches are to retain their hold on the public, the play will have to be more of an allround character. I remember the outcry against Ives for making a long run by getting the balls jammed in the top pocket and running off a thousand cannons. Big scores at either billiards or cricket become monotonous when they are often repeated.”

“I was at the Aquarium,’’ said the journalist, “when Pea 11 made his spot stroke break of three thousand odd. The monotony was only relieved by the enormous amount of betting that went on. Fry, the great bookmaker, was bet-

ting in thousands, and the scene was anything but edifying. Peall was playing against the Scotchman. Hugh MacNeill, who, of course, was left hopelessly in the rear. A fellow scribe was so demoralised by the whole affair that he wound up a delicious description of the match by stating that Hughie didn’t ‘maeneilly’ enough. It is a curious thing that Peall could never make a break of even a hundred without putting his tongue out.”

“A good many breaks,” observed the cynic, ‘■might be avoided in this world if people could keep their tongues still. I hear that there is likely to be a very pretty little entanglement in a certain quarter through an indiscreet revelation made by an employer in one of our large drapery establishments. I fancy the whole affair is capable of a quite simple explanation, and one of the parties has been the victim of a most untoward combination of circumstances, but just at present relations are a bit strained in that particular- household.”

“The particular revelation to which you so enigmatically refer,” replied ‘he doctor, “has been matter of common talk for some time. When a certain person is known to have ”

“I say, you fellows,” said the dominie, “don’t you think vou have talked enough scandal for one time? The whole affair has been patched up, and I saw the parties chiefly concerned sitting together in the stalls the other night, apparently the best of friends again. To change the subject. I so from the English papers that the Professor of Ecclesiastical History at Clambridge has published a book which has fallen like a bombshell into the camp of the Ritualists.” “I am a bit interested in that,” said the journalist, “as I sec he makes a very eloquent defence of tire Evangelicals, and yet maintains that though they had depth, they lacked bregdth and height. We have been so deluged with High Chureh theology lately that I had begun to think all other schools of thought were dead. Perhaps our pasonic friend can tell us what the book is about.” “I am afraid I should only bore you;” said the parson. “I have certainly read Ihc book with the greatest interest and fancy it is the best exposition we have had of what I cannot but regard as the OOming school of thought; but it is not

an easy matter to discuss in a club smoking-room.” “No, no, my dear fellow.” observed the lawyer, “you won’t bore us one bit. Believe me. we all feel an interest in these things, and if we don’t go to chureh as often as you might wish, it is mainly because the modern sermon does not seem to help us much. You must admit that the average preacher is apt to be a bit wearisome.” “Gwatkin,” said the parson, “is one of our most distinguished philosophical historians, and he has never done anything finer than his last book. He traces the history of religious thought from the earliest times, and his main conclusion is that every work which is done on the face of the whole earth for love or duty is true communion with God. From the Soartan Three Hundred to the child in the slums, who gives his last penny to one who needs it more than he does. It is the common duties done with a true heart that show the true light that is lighting every man. And he contends that the personal religion of the Evangelical was a deeper and truer thing than the return to authority of the Neo-Anglicans.”

“Anil yet,” said the philosopher, “in reading the book I felt that he had missed the need of corporate life to secure permanenct of thought. What we really need is not less organisation, but more thought within the organisation. A man’s real religion is that which he never talks about, but wo need a society fo;-"sl on well-defined lines to bind individuals together. The chureh is the cover which holds together and preserves what might else be merely scattered leaves of private opinion.” “I could not agree with the Mayor's housing scheme,” said the land agent. “Not but what something ought to be done for our workers. We really want four-roomed cottages that would let for six shillings a week, and with the present price of land in the city and suburbs, not to mention the price of labour, even three-roomed cottages could hardly be let at the price. If you go out to the country to build you got the cost of transit added to the rent, and the cost of transit cannot be reckoned at the bare

fare for one person for one. return trip a day. You would have, to adopt sone system of family tickets, and that would probably entail financial loss. The inaiv cost of houses in the city is the cost of the land, and that difficulty can be best overcome by some scheme of residential Hats. We want, to cater for the men who earn under 50/ a week, and I can sec no other means than the model dwelling, where several families are housed in fiats.” “The real difficulty,” remarked the parson, “lies in the fact that everybody nowadays wants to live in the town. I frequently have visits from new arrivals who want me to find them work. 1 could get them any amount of employ merit in the country districts, but they all say they don’t want to go away from the eity. They like to be under some union, and resent the idea of farm work. 1 was visiting only the other day in a country place, where the conditions of life were easy and healthy, and 1 found seteral of the settlers were anxious to sell their places, and move nearer Auckland. They talk of greater advantages

for their children, thouga I cannot ■vvhat greater advantage they could want than the pure air and delightful scenery of the country, coupled with an abundance of good whole-some fooct.” ‘The women folk,” ventured the dominie, “are chiefly responsible tor the exodus from the country to the town They like to be 'near the shops/ as they put it, and to be in the fashion. I know some people whose sole amusement is walking up and down Queenstreet. Io them that represents seeing life. It is sad to reflect tuat after all the millions we have spent on education we have not yet been able to teach our people the real meaning of life and character,” “The only real solution of the housing problem is the freehold.” said the political member. “Let every family own its own house and you would see an end of slums, and steadier labour conditions. People are naturally careless of other people s houses, and landlords arc not anxious to waste money on repairs that arc not likely to mean increased rentals. The model flat or model dwelling, or whatever you like to call it, is an abomination to the working man, and it is destruction of the best family life. We want to encourage a feeling of independence amongst our workers; and that can never be done by providing them with what arc little better than charity houses. I believe the whole question will shortly be brought before the House, and something in the way of advances to householders will be attempted. “I heard a strange yarn the other day/’ said the doctor, “from one of my patients. He had a curious mark on the upper part of his left arm, and at first I thought it was an old vaccination mark. But on a closer examination 1 saw that it boro the shape of something very like a Hebrew Aleph, lie told me that it was a private mark of a certain Society, which in the early days hat*, been formed for the purpose of extending the influence of a foreign Power in certain directions. He told me that the Society was still in existence and daily growing in influence, but that the members were now known to each other by other means. It may have been all c yarn, as the mark could conceivably have been left as the result of some skin eruption; but it struck me as curious.** “Now you mention it, doctor,” said the lawyer, “I. remember seeing a similar mark once on a man’s arm, but I put it down to some freak of vaccination. Considering the * way in which a certain European nation is working towards colonial expansion, I am inclined to think there is something in it. There are two or three men I know well whom 1 more than suspect of being in the pay of a foreign Government. They toil ntft neither do they spin, and yet they are always well provided with funds. If it were not for the fact that my lips are sealed by professional etiquette, I could tell a very queer story in this connection.” “South Africa.” said the journalist,” is honeycombed with foreign intrigue, but I must confess I thought we were fairly free from that sort of thing. When 1 was in Wellington 1 remember one of the detectives there hinted at something uf the kind going on in New Zea-

land, but I thought he was only talking. 1 have heard rumours, now 1 emne la think of it, of approaches having l*eeu made to China by a certain Government a> an off-set to our .Japanese alliance, and it lias been whispered that the recent native troubles hi India have not been purely spontaneous. As far as t can understand the object of the whole affair is to entangle England in some Eastern complications. IVrhap-, Ihe Yellow Peril is more of a danger than we think.”

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New Zealand Graphic, 6 April 1907, Page 17

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The Club Smoking Room New Zealand Graphic, 6 April 1907, Page 17

The Club Smoking Room New Zealand Graphic, 6 April 1907, Page 17