THE MOON SHINES NOT SO BRIGHT

Press, Volume XCIII, Issue 27990, 9 June 1956, Page 8

THE MOON SHINES NOT SO BRIGHT

[By WHIM WHAM I Scientists of the British Ministry mp>?f Upply r °cket propulsion departare working on a rocket which mid S h hlrf 10 °- m / les high in two and and a half minutes ... to go to the Woomera rocket range . . . plan to li‘lhf them to .. create artificial Pmoon!/v> h Lii° V u th , e Welsh coast . . . 100-mile-high-glow . . . —News item. There’s Moonlight on the Coast tonight. J* ls ?x s oul-uplifting Sight. The Welsh, poetic to the Core, ihrill to the Scene and cry for More. But it’s only an outsize Rocket, A Firework shot into Space. All nv-to-date Governments stock it. The Rest simply aren’t in the Race. He bays the Moon - that stupid Hound, with long-drawn-out and doleful Sound, He bays the Moon, and not the Sun. As stupid Hounds have always done. But it’s only a Rocket, Rover; It’s only a Sham, poor Brute! Wait till the Show’s all over, And meanwhile, please be mute! Full Moon? My poor unstable Brain Goes reeling round the Bend again. <Or would I be. without this ’Flu, less Irresponsible and clueless?) If the Moonlight’s a man-made Effulgence It’s no good my pleading Insanity: The ’Flu-fuddled Brain asks Indulgence For several more Lines of Inanity. Ah, Moon of my Delight! Ah. Sid! Where art thou, from these Regions hid? A Rocket Blaze, hast thou outshone The Glories of the Rising Sun? But the old Moon ain’t what she used to be Before we could shoot so high: It’s onlv a question of who’s to be Next Man in the Moon—you or I?