HOTEL SALES.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1138, 1 February 1912, Page 22

HOTEL SALES.

Dwan Bros., Willis-street, Wellington, report having sold the lease and furniture of the Langholm Hotel, Mangaweka, to Mr. Robert McAlpine, a well-known commercial traveller, of Wellington; the freehold of the Albion Hotel, Patea, on behalf of Mr. W. Healy, of New Plymouth, to Mr. H. Adams, of Wellington; the Royal George Hotel, Sussex-street, Sydney, New South Wales, to Mr. Walter Lambourne, well known in Wellington; Mr. H. Drewitt’s interest in the Queen’s Hotel, Christchurch, to Mr. Alexander Meharry, late of Hokitika; Mr. W. T. Watt’s interest in the lease, goodwill and firniture of the Post Office Hotel, Pahiatua, to Mr. M. Fitzgerald, late of Waipawa; the lease and goodwill cf the Royal Hotel, Greymouth, to Mr. M. Moynihan, alte of Srtatford; the lease, goodwill and furniture of the Clarendon Hotel, Palmerston North, on account of Mr. James McEwan, to Mr. William Halley, late of the Marquis of Normanby Hotel, Carterton; a large block of land in Petone to the Wellington Cordage Company, Ltd-, which they recently floated, and upon which the company have now erected a large block of buildings for the factory. They also report the sale of the Marlborough Brewery, and their freehold hotels attached, on account of Mr. Heifer, who purchased the assets cf the old company, to a new Marlborough Brewery Co., Ltd., which has just been formed, composed mostly of Marlborough investors. The firm also report many inquiries from investors for good central rent-producing blocks in the city.

UPSET OVER NOTHING. “You women fret too much about trifles,” said Jones to his wife, when she began to complain of the butcher. “You allow yourselves to be upset over nothing at all. We learn to look at things in a calm, critical light. We know the value of impassionate discipline. Now, where’s my hat? I’m Sure I laid it on that table last night! Don’t stand staring there, help me to find it. Mary! Where is that servant? She must have moved it! Children! Vi! Tom! Harry! Mabel! Run round to see if you can see my hat about! No! I did not put it upstairs ! I’ll find that hat, by George, if I have to tear the house down! There goes a vase! Whofee fault was that? Who is it moves my things, that’s what I want to know? I shall miss my train, I say! Ar, there it is! Who put it there? Of all the silly— Here. I must be off!”

A PROFITABLE SLIP. A well-dressed, man was hurrying along the Rue de Passy in Paris the other day. The pavement was wet. and the man slipped and fell, knocking against and smashing in his fall the window of a wine-shop. Frantic excitement! The man groaned, the proprietor of the winshop rushed forth to demand, amidst wild gesticulation, compensation for his broken window; a crowd gathered round to see he got it. “But I have no money,” wailed the unfortunate man. “Search him!” screamed the proprietor. No policeman was to be found at the moment so the crowd took the into their own hands and went through the man’s pockets. They hadn’t gone far. when they came upon a five-hundred-franc note. “No money!” gasped the proprietor in tones of mingled triumph and derision. “No money!” jeered the crowd, who were lamentably lacking in sympathy with the poor man who had bumped himself on the hard, hard pavement. “I shall take,” said the proprietor of the wineshop, “a hundred francs to repair by broken window.” he crowd cheered, and he proprietor stuffed the five hundred franc note into his pocket and produced four-hundred-francs’ worth of change, which he thrust into the hands of the man who had caused all the trouble. The man hurried away, and when he was well out of sight and sound he

Friend: “Why doesn’t your wife sing to the baby when it cries?” Husband: “We’ve found out that the neighbours would rather listen to the baby.”