N.I.’S Queer Sport

How New Year’s Eve Was Spent

From Our Own Correspondent.

NORFOLK IS., January 11.

WE held our usual Cabaret on New Year’s Eve and it was attended by all the sophisticates, who clad them selves in dress clothes and gowns that swept the floor, placed their own liquor on reserved tables and —after a while —closed their eyes and dreamed of the Embassy Club and Giro’s, in London, or Romanos, in Sydney.

Those who prefer the wide open spaces and freedom from the restraints of convention, galloped the dark roads on horseback, whooping and shouting, taking gates off their hinges and re moving their neighbours’ landmarks in the shape of those small, uniform, in conspicuous structures that stand each within a stone’s throw of their owner’s residence.

This is a recognised sport on New Year’s Eve. Last year a gentleman, who had grown weary of spending each New Year’s Day in standing his four square again, decided to seclude him self therein and guard his property when the usual patrol came riding up.

But they simply greeted his presence as an added attraction and overturned the whole thing, with him clamouring within.