One Hears— chiefly about happenings at Manchester this week. * That the official catalogue was not well sub-edited.
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Tales, tales, tales—in the Octagon Lounge at the Midland.
That Mr. Raymond Dennis is a past master at working hotel lifts past midnight.
That the " C.M." dictaphone was so hard worked last week that it. seized a bearing.
That the Woodfine and Blackie blend was missed each time When the smokes came on.
That not aIl stories are as good as The Maxims of Methusaleh (by Mr. Gelett Burgess).
That the General Committee of the R.A.C. will not investigate reflex hatpins for honeymooners.
That it takes a smart and self-reliant chief constable to know how to run bad words together in public with safety.
That Tasker's men are always handy men and that they are as useful at making a show sign as at stoking a boiler.
That Mr. Frank Bullock is jolly glad the Show is open and going so well, and that his services deserve honourable mention.
Many congratulations upon our having made the first definite announcement of the L.G.O.C. and G.E.L.M.O.C. fusion.
That not a few members of the C.M.U.A. will probably attend the R.A.C. provincial meeting at Tunbridge Wells on the 20th May.
That the way to cure a side-burning cigar is to blow down it steadily, but that it is not essential to puff out one's cheeks during the process.
That the editorial staff of this journal discreetly fled from Rusholme on Friday evening last, in order to get the Show report ready for early publication.
That men in the north at last realize what it means to have the S.M.M.T. behind them, or, as several would like to say, all round them into the bargain.
That Mr. Fred Lanchester is usually a real terror when let loose on horse-power formulre, and that Mr. Burls is a marvel of concise and head-level expression.
That Mr. Stenson Cooke believes Manchurian is a synonym for Mancunian, and that he thinks the best way to draw a sketch is to dip a cigar in benedictine.
That Mr. W. G. Garnett. of Bolton, was unhurt when he fell into the arms of Mr. Herbert Frood ot friction-surface frame—who now wears Ferodo in his button-hole.
That those visitors who went to get luncheon after the official dejeuner at Manchester on Friday last both did badly and were done badly, and that it wasn't the waiters that waited. That an Okill indicator is not a lethal weapon. * That a lot of inter-room telephoning goes on at the Midland during show-time.
That the Stoewer exhibits at Manchester are what the Yankees call "good lookers."
That Mr. Turner Smith was going about saying, "I won't have one now, old chap, thanks."
That more than 20 new owners are down for enrolment as members of the C.M.I.T.A. on Wednesday.
That Mr. Burford was called out from the Show dinner by a• wire which told him of a gas-engine big-end smash at the works.
That the reason for blackleading certain solid tires on view at the Show was not apparent to one visitor who took a lot of it away on his hands.
That managers of places of amusement in Cottottopolis are blessing the North of England Show, and that even the skating-rinks are benefiting.
That the initial-letter designation of proprietary articles is little short of a bore, and that a fresh crop of offences at Manchester may prove the last straw.
That the health of many young bloods, who are taxicab users, is suffering as the result of the strain caused by their anxiety, now, always to wear socks to match the coachwork.
That the Lancashire C.C. thinks it has done fairly well in getting £30,000 as a first grant from RoadBoard funds, and that there may be less *grumbling about heavy motors now.
That it was only on second thoughts that the carpet was laid along the gangways adjacent to the commercial-vehicle stands, and that it was thought to be quite on the tapis that there would be none.
That the penultimate course at the pre-show dinner of the East Lancashire and Cheshire Section of the S.M.M.T. was down on the menu as "Savory," and that some people wondered how much had been paid for the advertisement.
That, judging by the smell, the fluid contained in the tiny presentation tins given away at the Show by Pratt's ought to have disinfecting properties—at any rate, that this is the not very scentirnental opinion of one recipient on whom its properties were tried.
That the flooring at the commercial-vehicle end of the hall at Rusholme, which rests on brick pillars and widely-spaced joists, has caused not a little anxiety to the exhibitors located thereabouts, and that nobody exactly relishes the prospect of dropping into a marsh while pinned, say, between a fire-engine and a steam wagon.
That there were numerous reflections and reminiscences passing round at and after dinner on the night of the 15th inst., at 119, Piccadilly, just before the second club-house of the R.A.C. closed its doors, prefatory to the pending move to the big new house over the way in Pall Mall, and that Capt. Hume almost cried over the imminent severance.