KEEP CALM.

Cromwell Argus, Volume LXI, Issue 3167, 15 June 1931, Page 2

KEEP CALM.

A 'few days ago I was watching s> game of Rugby in the West of Eng land. It was thrilling from beginning to end. The players were highly trained and splendidly equipped with muscle and staying power. But the one thing that stood out boldly in the game was the extraordinary calmness' of one of the full-backs. The opposing side did everything they could to ruffle mm. They rushed at him; but could never rush him. They tore after him but he always eluded them. If he were about to be tackled, and his op ponents were closing upon him, he kept his head and successfully kicked the ball into touch. He had learned the art of keeping calm. It is wonderful to be able to do this 1C we all practised it a little we should be surprised how much better we were when the crisis came. What we had to do would be done a hundred per cent, better. And there would be a quiet but glorious thrill in knowing we had been master of the situation. THE FICKLE PUBLIC. Despite his shabby clothing and empty pockets it was evident that he had seen better' days. A sympathetic soul began to chat with him. anxious to hear his story. Over a—er —cup of cocoa he told his tale. "Yes," he said. "I've been quite a personage in my time; in fact, the cynosure of all eyes." His listener waited in silence for an explanation. "I was the tattooed man in the circus," he went on. "And how did you lose your job?" he was asked. "The public went crazy on moving pictures," he replied sadly, "and mine won't budge!" The Vicar was consulting one of hia parishioners. "Do you think you could help to find me a nice treble, John?" he said. "Well, sir," replied the man, with an anxious glance, "were you thinking about the choir —or about racing?" *r • "You don't love me any more. When you see me crying now yon don't ask why." "I'm awfully sorry, my dear; but these questions have already cost me such a lot of money." "Those girls look exactly alike. Are they twins?" "Oh, no. They merely went to the same plastic surgeon." Prim Maiden Lady: "Is this a amok ing carriage?" Excursionift: "No, ma'am; but my pal 'ere will let yer 'ave « cigaratte' "Son: "Aren't you going to wait up for father?" Mother: "What's the use? I've got «ueb a cold I can hardly speak" Letter to a schoolmaster: "My son will be unable to attend school today, as he has just shaved hlmsplf for the first time."