GENERAL NEWS.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXX, Issue 3586, 27 July 1912, Page 3

GENERAL NEWS.

At Ilattray, Blairgowrie, a girl named Joanie M‘Donald was imprisoned in a small .opening, eight inches wide, between two Teamen Street properties. She had wormed her way in after a hall and got jammed. The wall of the house was quarried out by a gang of anxious workers, but a huge boulder held her fast, and an opening had to he broken right through from the fireplace in the wall of one of the- properties before, after two hours’ strenuous labor, she was released.

The following ife an essay done by a little girl, nine years old, in the second standard of a suburban school. It. is set up in type from her own straggling handwriting:—A dog is an animal, that you can get all sizes. Some- dogs are strong, I saw a dog so strong, it was pulling along a little iron cart, but some dogs are very weak, so weak that they can’t pul! a saucer tied to a string. There are many sorts of dogs, some are used for saving people some for to look after the sheep, hut others, people use for babies.

It -was at a reception, and the lady, who had been reading up health culture, mistook Mr. Williams, the barrister, for his brother, the doctor. “Is it hotter,” she asked confidentially, “to lie on the- right side or the left?” “Madame,’’ replied the lawyer, “if

one is on the right side it isn’t often necessary to lie at all.”

in Marseilles dwells a remarkable old lady, who was born on Bth Mm-eh, 1805. Every morning, rain or sunshine, she can be seen either going to or returning from church Madame Tremaille, for that is her name, married when she was very young. The youngest- of her great-grandsons is now serving in one of the regiments in Morocco. The- old lady walks well, preserves her spirits, and., employs ntn time methodically. Winter and summer she rises at 5 o’clock. After breakfast she strolls in the neighborhood of her home, and dines at (j j o’clock. The meal over, she is ready j for bed. ' ■

Wealth is sometimes coarse and vnl- i gar. A woman once asked iier maid : j “Tin's person who called without leav- ; ing her name—was she a lady?’’ “Oh. j yes, madam, a perfect lady,” the maid j replied. “ Her hair was dyed the j loveliest gold, she was covered with pearls and diamonds, and she smelt of Egyptian cigarettes anti champagne, j miidamor’ I

Even feed reformers would probably j draw the line at eating hies. They j are considered somewhat of a luxury i ho-wever. in Central Africa, and the j author of “From the Cape to Cairo’ j tasted and did not like them. The ’ method of preparation for the table, lie found, was to pound the flics together in a mortar and hake them into little cakes.