POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 105, 30 October 1931, Page 6

POSTSCRIPTS

■V PERCY FLAG*

Chronicle and Comment

[ Mr. Or. A. Troup has been selected Ito carry the Coalition banner in Weiilington North. I Trouping the colour. « * * ■ A. cursory examination of the poll 1 in Britain suggests strongly that a large ! army of dole-receivers have taken a . fancy for work as a change. * * * KEBVES. ! It looks to us as if tho distraught I "Manchester Guardian," the magna j vox of the now-renegade "Manchester School," is trying to leap the tariff wall before it comes to it. That otherwise notablo journal's attack of hysteria will do nothing to soothe the nerves of the French Chauvinists, who will bo having recurrent attacks of pins and needles since Tuesday evening last. ♦ * * , SUGGESTION. Advertisement in the "New York Times":— Wanted.—A Hobby. Gentleman finding. business necessitates . his spending the entire summer in town is desirous of obtaining information and suggestions on inexpensive hobbies of mind-absorbing interest.—R.T.P.O., Box 822, City Hall ' Station. Why not have a cellar and try growing mushrpoms for tho off-season's markets? ' # • • WE'BE NEUTRAL. Deare Purse,—l was , lazily perusing one of tho screen magazines recently, when I came across a paragraph wherein it was mentioned that many screen stars makd a regular habit of criticising and even back-chatting film directors. Needless to say, Purse, this automatically caused tho other optic to open. I suddenly got interested, f immediately saw. the great range of scope for a successful application of the idea in my own sphere of activities, and, of course you being an "Under-dog'! too, I failed to see how the idea could not quicken your pulse-beat, but I did not resort to hasty action, deeming it inadvisablo to do so until I had solicited your wisdom and good counsel. With a feeling of keen anticipation I await your reply. "ROBOT." * * • ELECTION EXTRAVAGANZA. Mr. Glumley (Com.) finished a long last in the Seaham clash. Why sot, with a; name : like that 1 Mr. C. 6. Ammpn (Lab.) was displaced for Cumberwell North-west. Back, Gammon. For tho second time runner-up for Kelvin Grove, it is" evident that Mr. J. Winning (Lab.) ketfps on losing. Here again a change of surname seems in order. Topped the Blackburn poll—Sir Walter Smiles. And with good reason, too. Miss Mary Pickford won Hammersmith North by a large margin. Her Douglas Fairbanks would be pleased. Displaced for Kennington, the Australian Leonard Matters. Not so much as he did at the last election. , . , Noted that it' befell Sir B. Fallt to-, retain Portsmouth North. At Wycombe, Sir Alfred Knoz Dr. Hadcn Guest. After five counts, A. Flint beat his opponent by two votes. A hard- man. that. ■ . , .; It .took A. Goodman to wrest the Islington North seat from. Labour, r Mr. Wm. Coxon, beaten by the Prima Minister, may bo a good enough coxswain, but on this occasion he .was in the wrong boat. Seeing that he has been turned down ' cold by electors on several occasions, Saklatvala would be' justified iia Anglicising his name into Sackthatvarlct. - - t , Finally we come to W. Handykiss. And yet, with a name like that, he wms defeated! He must be a hopeleweaae. • ' • ♦-'•''. 'WARE THE BACKWASH!. That upheaval in the English Channel may create some sympathetic breakers on our own political coast presently. We have been wondering-whether our Labour friends are aa keen to-day on an appeal to the country as they were last Monday? Or are their mind* working this wise? . It cannot be true ... it's a.dream, And a nasty old nightmare at that. If I don't wake up soon, I shall scream. I am f eoling all hammered and flat. Oh, tell mo it cannot be so, Persuade me it'a only a rasa, For I'm literally crammed to th« tontife with woe At the nerve-Tacking new*. A landslide, a wash-out, a fall As has never been witnessed before What is one to make of it all? . Have the English gone lunatic, '•» Have the bankers, those wicked ptf screws,' Suborned' our good comrades ~ witfr gold? . Say something that's cheerful m« bright, for the new« Leaves me hot and then cold. Have Arthur and all hu brave «ew, That we have admired for years,' Been outcd? It must not be true! Otherwise . . . well, please pardon these tears. For we've a fight on, as you knowy After making a terrible fuse, And what befell Henderson, Tillett, and Co., , It may happen to us. Grim prospect I And just when we guessed That our crowd had the ball at their feet! ■ * Do you wonder I feel quite distrettea At the fate we shall, possibly, meet? However, there's nothing to.do ■ But crack hardy, though this. I ms-jr say: It's likely that Gordon and George hsd a cluo When they gave us our way! • * # • . • O. HENRY-ISH. From "O'HAGGIS"— " The fellow was staring at her going j home in the Bay car ... it was I that unfathomable, wild^eyed' stare akin to the snake and tho dear little dicky bird. Sho alighted at a stop only two blocks from her homo . . . and to her horror he, too, alighted. She hurried homeward,"'but glancing behind , her, noticed with added horror that ho was following . . . with only a few yards separating them. She hurried still a little faster, but he, too, accelerated his pace and was rapidly overtaking her. Just short of her home he caught up with her. Sho was arrested as if by Bomo unseen band, and hor paralysis of the moment capitulated her being to the worst of whatever was to happen. In her numbed stupor she remembered him shoving a folded piece of paper into her hand and a hoarse voice, which seemed miles away, commanding "Head that." She did a little later when the paroxysm of fear hud passed on likithe niystei-v man. The "that" icait . . . "ARE YOU SAVED?"