The Frightful Fungus of
p. 51 · Read in the full issue
The Torrid Tropics
Amongst the 57 waste - paper basketsful of Australian newspaper clippings—covering the outpourings of politicians, special correspondents and self-appointed experts on cur rent affairs in New Guinea—that have poured into this office in the last month, this gem of up-country journalism is the only one that has brought even a fleeting grin to the collective, editorial mug: Mrs. B. Blank, of Belmore Street, who is on three months’ holiday on Nieu Island, New Guinea, is hav ing a lovely holiday, but is feeling the heat somewhat.
Her daughters received some snapshots on Tuesday, taken with the houseboy and various members of the community there.
Mrs. Blank, who took her iron and a pair of blankets in case of need, is sending them back quickly, for, in a matter of one or two days, a fungus grows on blankets, and the iron goes rusty. It’s good to know it’s warm somewhere.