The Shadow can be held up as an example of this. Such boats win, and always will win. — by ‘Rudder’
And that’s the way I’ll stay
I am satisfied now that mere man is helpless without woman. It is when a man is left alone in a house, dependent on no one but himself, that he finds how much he needs a woman’s help. One of my New Year resolutions — I have made many, but this is the outstanding one — is that I shall never again decry the work of a woman in the house. And even if my landlady
should be late in serving my meals or should happen to burn my porridge, I shall accept it all with a smile and still have nothing to complain of. The first day of my "baching" career was splendid.
I had a cold roast joint left by an indulgent landlady, and it was a simple matter to cut a few slices and add the condiments. The second morning, after placing the kettle on the gas ring I laid the table. Well, I put a newspaper down — as there was only myself I was not particular. The kettle soon was boiling, so, removing it, I put the frying pan over the flame.
While the eggs were frying I went upstairs to finish my toilet.
Upon my return the eggs were done — in fact, they wore just about frizzled up. I rescued what was left, and imagined it looked appetising. My imagination was called into play a great deal during the meal.
While I am on the subject I would like to ask some housewife how to fry sausages. I know they are put in a frying pan with a plentiful supply of fat, but even when I did that the sausages wouldn’t cook. I tried it on the other night, but although they browned nicely, and one became quite hard, almost brittle.
I found on cutting them up that they were not cooked inside. I tried again, but the same thing happened. In this case the cat scored! Those are but a few of the incidents which occurred during the two weeks of my "baching" career, and now it is over.
Soon I will hear other voices than my own in the house; I can sit up in bed and smile happily, because I shall know that when I get down to the dining room a plate of eggs and bacon, nicely cooked will be set before me, I shall smile gratefully.
There is a novelty about "baching," but as that soon wears off I prefer not to "bach," and if I have to do it again, I shall go to an hotel. — by ‘Bachelor’
Wagging shovel-hands delay ship
The prevalence of ship desertion recently was emphasised last night in the delaying of the departure of the overseas steamer Ruapehu.
This big liner, after putting out cargo at Dunedin, went down to Port Chalmers yesterday morning to load wool. She was ready to leave in the evening for New Plymouth, but her departure was delayed owing to the absence of four of the stokehold hands.
They went down to Port Chalmers in the steamer, but had evidently returned to Dunedin by train during the day.
The Ruapehu will leave for the north this morning provided the warrants issued last night for the missing men are instrumental in having them brought back. — ODT, 15.1.1925
Compiled by Peter Dowden
