POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 83, 4 October 1930, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

BY PERCY FLAGE

Chronicle and Comment

J'isi-atoriiil nolo culled from a contemporary: "The party tried ous the Puketoki, but had letter luck in one of its tributaries," —in other words, a haul worth writing home about. '.' a » Headings in. "The Post":— DELEGATES AT DINNER. ECONOMIC CO-OPERATION. GubtrunoniLc, too —obviously. * * • Street tragedy Xo. 1. The bland conductor rings the bell, The driver swings his wheel a lot . . < And do we care, Left breathless there? Wo do . . . but strivo to show it not. «■, ■■. «• * Something really bright and topical for a change. We have to explain that we filched this from a brother professional in the benighted States: — Zaro Agha's loved pnes in Constantinople are reported to 'be anxiously urging his return from America. His grey-bearded grandsons are wondering when Their grandpa will come to his fireside again. Ah! why docs he ramble and; rollick about. When his great-grandson's youngest is down with the gout! -.> * * General .knowledge class in action. Did you know that (1) Thero is a lime tree in North Bavaria, of an estimated age of over 1000 years '. (2) France's newest hero is the Mayor of Chateldon, who has banned loudspeakers after 10 p.m. and before 7, a.m.? (3) Tho first international cocktail mixer competition was held in London last month? (4) -The King and the Queen, unlike pressmen and friends of the1 manager,aro not on the theatre free 'list, and pay as they go? i (5) We would like tho address of tha person who put the knocks into our vernal equinox? , (6) If Miss Ellen Melville only know, women who play bridge for money are among the hardest workers in the community? (7) There is a giant frog in tho Kalahari desert eapablo of gulping three small tortoises at a meal? (8) A medium-sized married lady of tho States holds the world's floating record for women, men, and seals with over 72 hours in the bath? . (9) Charles M. Schwab, chairman of the Bethlehem Steel Corporation, draws' n bigger salary than we do, to wit, £30,000 a year? (10) This season in London tha lipstick used, if any, is the tint of a baby's mouth when he awakes from his morning sleep? .-!!• . # * Wo have brought the offfce weather diviner up to the scratch at last. Ha declared unequivocally yesterday, "Spring is here." Thus incited, we took down our pan-pipes and carolled a stave or two. If it reins over the' week-end, wo shall refuse to accept the slightest responsibility. Spring is here! Yea, Spring is hore!. ' Toss old Gloom out on his ear. Heavo your hat up to the skies, Write a triolet to Her eyes. Work if tulips, bloom of rose (For her cheeks), retrousse nose, Lips so far —and yet so near ... Spring is here! Yea, Spring is hero! Spring is hero! The downcast farmei^ Chortle in their patched pyjamas As she enters all aglow In hor gorgeous kimono • Set with scintillating spangles That incite the moody mangels, AVhilc th© turnips turn to cheer . . . Spring is here! Yea,- Spring is heraf. To reiterate: Spring is here Winter wallows in his bier. Out on Landru, Knlaxides, With their monstrous mala fidesj Turn tho hose on' Peggy Joyce, And in no uncertain voice— Like the whitebait merchant's when ■' He goes yodelling through the Glen—* Tell the world in accents clear, Spring at last—at last—is here! #. # • , It hath been as it wero especially rendered unto inee, and niado plaino and legible to my tmderstandyngo, that in Spring days a great worshipp is going m among the thyngs of God. Gralt. # ' * * Out of the dusk a shadow, Then, a spark; Out of the dawn a silence, Then v lark; Out of the heart a rapture, Then, a pain; Out of the dead cold ashes -Life again. Father Tabb. » -~- * Thcro was once a man—a logician. He picked up a little clay ball upon tho path of life. "It is a perfect littlo globe," said his companions. But tin logician saw it was not perfectly mathe* matically round. And ho took it in hi> hands and rubbed it between then» softly. "Don't rub so hard," said hik' companions. And at last ho desisteA and looked down upon it. It was not a bit rounder, only pushed out of shape. And ho looked down at his hands. Thaj; wero very dirty. Maarten Maartcns. # * * The stars above tho light moon in their turn hide their bright faces when she, at her full, lightsup all tho Earth in the. silver. '. . '■■.... When anger spreads through the . breast, guard thy tonguo from barking idly. • : ~.■•".■■■-. .;•■-■ I do not think to touch the sky -with my two arms. .. ■ '■'••'• ■ . Now Eros shakes my soul —a wind on . the mouuta^is falling on the oaks. ; Tho Moon has set, and tho Pleiades; it is midnight, the time is going by. and I, sleep alone. •'• I love delicacy, and for me -Love has the sun's splendour and beauty. j :' Sappho. : ■■ ■ . * » .-■»'■ Man is not the unit of life; he isas , dead as granite; the unit consists of swarms of billions of highly organised entities which live in the cells. I believe at times when a man- dies,this swarm deserts the body—goes out into space, but keeps on earth and enters another, or last' cycle of life. The swarms of entities are immortal. ' : ... Henry Fora. .. # . '* . • ■..■•■;•:•.. Our versatile High Commissicmer's :V valiant efforts in behalf of the load line of certain steamers reminds us .that tho recent Licensing Commission (England) seriously considered the matter of a Plimsoll mark on beer glasses to ensure proper measure. The idea was that »> glass thus marked would have a ring about one inch from the top. Th» barmaid's duty would bo to fill _ thf glasses up to the ring, the extra mcVi r allowing for foam. —It appals^ail 10 fthink of tho currency.of ours Jttp ■■ 'gone up in foam, so-to speak.