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LOCAL GOSSIP. „ + Sir S. T. Evans just creeps in among the dozen, most talked of statesmen of the day, and it is not surprising that he is the sub- ject of numerous articles in magazines and Tbewsp-apers. Some of these articks are very flattering, seme flattering, and some not t-o fliittpringr. One of The not so flattering type appears in. this week's Sunday Chrcl.icle," from the pen cf that satirical j vrriter. Mr. John Foster Fraser. He says: The member or the Government who hats been chiefly engaged in defending the Licen- sing Bill frcm the onslaughts of the Opposi- tion has been His Majesty s Solicitor-General. Sir Samuel Evans. K.C.—known for short among his familiars as Sam Evans. He is a delightful, geed humoured, easy going fellow, fond' of a good cigar, appreciative of a good dinner, can.emoy himself at a music-hall, and likes merry talk amongst his friends. Ac- cordingly. when it was advertised that he was going to address a Pleasant Sunday After- neon gathering at Whiteneld"s Tabernacle, men took each other into corners and watched one another in convulsions cf laughter. Sam playing the saint at a P.S.A.—ho. ho, And when Sir Samuel Evans crossed his hands over his breast and showed the whites of his eyes whilst Mr. Hilaire Bp.. was de- claring it was wicked for the- Goven meat to interfere with a citizen's liking for fermented liquor, the House became one big broad grin. Sir Sam has what may be described as a Caine-Shakespearean head. It is bald and brainy and rather pear-shaped. He has strong features, though fleshily mobile. The deep set eye3 with heavy tussocks cf black eyebrows, the mouth, which, is. just a straight cut across the face, and the jutting blue- black chin, which, appears to be confined to barristers and actcrs, give him a striking in- dividuality. Indeed, there is something dis- tinctly stagey about Sir Sam. He affects the shiniest of silk hats, with a flat brim. and he carries it jauntily perched over the left ear. He digs his hands into his pockets. cocks his head. and has the smile of a man who has been treated very well by the world. You might take him for Dick SwiveEer, grown, respectable, or as the manager of a comic opera company. He is a Welshman and everybody likes him. He comes frcm humble stock, and has carved his own career, and. therefore, every- body admires him. He is the glibbest man on the Treasury x>ench. If ever there was a man born with the gift of the gab it was Sir Sam. He is an oratorical geyser. Words don't roll frcm him; they squirt as from a syphon. He is vehement, gesticulatory, voluble. You may not know what he is driving at, but that he is argumentative and fnent ycu have no doubt. And lie is going to be a. Judge before long-so jade rumour says. The Prime Minister does not think him a. good enough lawyer to be Solicitor- Gener-il but quite- rrocd encash to be a judge. So before long we are likely to hear of his promotion." and his place on the Treasury Bench v, ill be taken by Mr. Rufus Isaacs, who is one of Mr. Asquith's favourites." Much has been written of Mr. Andrew Car- negie, the donor of Bridgend Free Library and a large contributor towards the cost of several new organs in the district, but not much is heard of his wife. Mrs. Carnegie is a true-hearted woman of noble mind, of lofty ideals, of sincere and direct purpose; gentle, gracious, modest, yet possessed of an Me judgment and a power to command which many men might envy her—this is the high characterisation of Mrs. Andrew Car- negie given by Lucy Luffinwell Cable in the Ladies' Home Journal." The life at Skibo Castle is an out-door life, and. for all its diversity of enjoyments, is simple and uncon- ventional. •" The average American, says Mr. Carnegie. "wouldn't like our life at Skibo. There aren't enough • other people around'—no casinos, nor dancing, and all that. But we love it." And to Mrs. Car- negie, especially, the summer there means somewhat more than outdoor pleasure or the entertaining of guests, for she enters into the modest dwellings and quiet lives of the near- by villagers with a zest born of a true desire to be of service to whoever may need her. One of her first duties on arriving at Skibo is to make the round of village calls, greeting old friends, making new ones, and mourning, at need, the loss of those who might not await her return. After this there are village functions to be attended, and1 always in early June there is the children's fete. held on the green lawn and beneath the tress of Skibo Park. For in Clash-more, the tiny village belonging to the Skibo estate, she is known and loved not only as a generous giver of bounty, but as a true-hearted friend, too. The 010. people welcome her coining each year as they welcome the warm spring wind. And tyhe finds a genuine pleasure in touching their lives—so strong, so fine, so true are these old Scottish folk. Lord St. Aldwyn, the chairman of the "Welsh Coal Board, has just been persuaded i to become chairman of the Gloucestershire County Council. His lordship, who is better known still as Sir Michael Hicks-Beach, is re- nowned1 as a firm, business-like chairman, who makes mince-meat of bores and obstruction- ists with a caustic frankness. The Welsh Coal Board, being largely composed cf busi- ness dbes nothing to incur a reproof from his lordship when he is asked to preside over their deliberations. Mr. Sydney Jenkins. Cardiff, who is an old Bridgend boy, is reporteC to have made tremendous strides in his election campaign at Grangetown, meeting with evidences of popularity and promises of support on all hands. Even the window caids he used when in 1904 he made such a good fight against Dr. Smith—reducing his majority by nearly 200 after only 11 days' campaigning-have been. kept by many reople. and are exhibited to him now a.s proof of the favourable impres- sion he then made. Like Mr. Forsdike. he ■is an-exceptionally able speaker-lucid. vigor- ous and fearless. The remark has been made that Mi-. Jenkins is a good poet but a bad poli- tician. the inference being; that a man cannot be at the same time a good1 poet and a good politician (says the South Wales Daily iNews.") But to be a good poet requires, above all things, insight and sympathy and breadth of outlook—the very qualities which of all others ought to commend a man seeking to represent his fellows. Mr. Jenkins has shown that a man can at the same time be a good poet and a good politician. His bril- liant speeches on behalf of Mr. Ivor Guest at the last election are still' well remeiubcv-cxl in the ward's, and he is fluently asked to speak on politics in the hill towns-, where his effec- tiveness is fully recognised.

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