THE BRAINS OF A GROUSE

Press, Volume CII, Issue 30212, 17 August 1963, Page 12

THE BRAINS OF A GROUSE

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WHIM WHAM

The grouse shooting season has opened disappointingly on Scottish and Yorkshire moors.—News item Sir, I hope it hasn’t distressed You too Much, to hear That the Grouse Season has opened disappointingly this Year. Britain’s grouse-slaying Classes must find it pretty drear On the Moors, when the Birds don’t oblige those intrepid Sportsmen, the Pastime must pall, the Fun must be tepid— No doubt Some, in whose Breasts may awaken a sympathetic Echo, Having had similar Experience with Swan, Duck or Pukeko, May receive this News as a traditional Manifestation Of the largely and loyally British Heritage of our Nation; I don’t doubt Noble Sentiments may (even Here) be stirred By the Thought of some tweedy Personage bagging his tweedy Bird. Maybe the Reason it doesn’t particularly stir Me is that our Commonwealth Bonds aren’t quite What they were. As our P.M. remarked the other Day—in passing, Sir, I wouldn’t say there’s Anything specially tweedy about HIS Personal or political Get.up-”Call me Kiwi” is (Or was) his Motto, he could hardly look more Noo Zillunish, Or less Macmillanish— Not for HIM the Look that is elegantly Baggy Not to say dandyishly, stylishly Shaggy, The unbeetling Brows and their shrubby Tufts, Like some pedigreed highly intelligent Creature at Crufts. S ‘ r - "»">X And the exquisitely Tatty! ■ ■ «•">’ *»•» ° R BirdS ‘ they don>t ,eed Me or Bin « t 0 Bu, uU?S:«tte SS? I'm To K&sst&r - ’ "“»■* “»