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IN LIGHTER VEIN.

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IN LIGHTER VEIN. BY THOMAS JAY. ILLUSTRATED 2Ir J. J1. LVRII. It is well that a campaign is being waged against the trick moneylender. Daily am I sorely tempted by a kind gentleman's offer to lend me from one pound to thirty thousand pounds on "note of hand" simply. It is really good to remember that even I have such friends in the world. I cannot say that I like receiving these little type- written notes with their kind offers. Yet it shows that somebody is kindly disposed to- BNTER LANDLADY. wards me. One pound to thirty thousand on note of hand! One of these days some cute man will come along and borrow all the money this gentle- man has to lend, and will simply have a riotous time with the re- sult ant fivepence. Every morning, as sure as the clock, 1 am bom- barded with pro- spectuses of new companies, and al. ready in my mind's eye have I applied for thousands of pounds' worth of debentures, cumulative preferences (whatever they may be) and sundry other descriptions of shares and high finances. The only thing that annoys me is that while I am thus engaged in high finance my landlady will insist on blundering in and remarking that she 11 lopes as how the littery gent will settle that 2s. 4d. for laundry, which I must say as 'ow it makes my pore soul annoyed to have to wait for." How, I ask you, can a man keep his finger on the pulse of the world's finance when thus worried and annoyed? Just a.t a time when the fat thing at the bottom of the thermometer is doing its best to burst the lid off, there can be nothing better than to sit by the river and to fish and fish and fish-unless, of course, it is to remain at home and sleep and sleep and sleep. I take it that you have seen certain strange men sitting on about three square inches of seat near a river, holding sundry lengths of Tod in their lily-white hands. These are anglers at work. Some men have been doing this kind of thing for years and years, and have thus earned for themselves the academic degree known as Senior Angler. So great is the fascination of angling that you would think nothing of walking along twenty miles of river and watching two or perhaps three anglers at work, wickedly wasting wriggling worms in full view of the R.S.P.C.A. I even know a man who has gone so far as to throw down the mashie of a blameless life after having spent years in learning the language. At a time when it is so difficult to make both ends meet, there is no reason whatever why we should not at least make one end fish, which would be much better than making atrocious jokes like this for a liv- ing. Consequently I am proud to point to the statement of a learned gentleman of Hull that it would be a good thing at a time when foodstuffs are soaring, if all our long-distance anglers were to devote a little attention to their hobbv, and thus yieet the demand for economy in this one direction, for a few fillets caught would give a fillip to the food economy campaign. There is at the present time every reason to encoirage this hobby, pastime, game, or disease known as trying' to catch fish, and glorified by the late Isaac Walton as "angling," so that all fried fish shops shall be kept full to the brim with some of the best fish of the most superb and classic vintage. Then there is the question of the best places for fishing. Some anglers swear by particular spots, such as those near the village hostelry—though I have known them to swear in other places. This, no doubt, explains why some anglers, having been out for a day's fishing, return home at night I to be told by their wives that they omittec. to t a. k e their rods. All that is necessary for a day's fishing is a rod, hook, linej a cast iron back, with a 'hinge in the middle, and a day off. The rod is a length of timber cut into three and put together again at the cost !of about a guinea. Having secured these wire entan glements, you proceed to the river in all A SUITABLE SPOT. I the glory of hope. Later in the day you hope a lot more. The hook is not what you might call daagerous within the meaning of the Act, though it has been known to enter a man's hand by the early door, and to compel him to paraphrase the Opera House revue by remarking, "Hook Who's Here. It is the Government that has done this thing. Before the guns of war began to boom we were happy and contented. We had spent many happy days together, she and 1. Gaily have we gone along those country roads over valley and dell. I have waited for her in the road while she grumbled at the climb. She would grumble and fume at the long journeys I took her. I have listened while she stopped to think it over in the middle of the road. To wonder whether she would go on or stop or go back. I have been her slave. I have attended to her wants, I have ministered unto her every whim. People used to say she led a fast life. We have fought* it out in the courts. She has been with me in the morning, in the evening, and in the afterglow of even- tide. I cannot say she is a thing of beauty or of joy. Indeed, she could do with a bucket of paint. But all is over. We are parted. It is the Government who have done it. My dear old twenty h.-p. motor. Sunday motoring is done. This is a sad business, this talk of the appointment of Mr. Garrett as magistrate at Bow-street Police-court. I bow my head in appreciation of the many brilliant quali- ties of Mr. Garrett, but then I read that he never makes a joke in public. What are our police-court magistrates coming to? What are the British public to do? Where can they turn for light entertainment if such things are allowed to b-L.-? Think of the poor wretch in the dock. How can the poor fellow stand there for hours without a joke? Think of the crowd in the front row of the stalls in the police-court waiting and wait- ing in vain for that remark which will be bracketed in the papers with "Laughter in court." No more will the rafters of Bow- street Ting with mirth, no more will the learned clerk place his hands on his sides and laugh outright. No more will they render first aid to the amused in the court. These are indeed sad days.

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IOTHER MEN'S MINDS.

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I AUSTRIANS IN RETREAT.

PRISON FOR STEPMOTHER.

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STOWAWAY SENT TO PRISON.I

SERGEANT FOUND DROWNED. I

SHOP ASSISTANTS IN THE ARMY.I

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