POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXVIII, Issue 20, 24 July 1934, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle arid Comment

BY PERCY FIAGE

And not so many years ago they used 'to speak of exploration parties going to the silent Antarctic wastes. * * * • Mamie: You 'lose your bet. A bronchoscope has nothing whatever to do with a Wild "West rodeo. It is far less colourful and interesting. *..■■•. .; • -if A- contemporary, recently: She dissolved in tears, and" buried her face in her handkerchief. A clever trick that leaves the Indian inaugo tree ijlusioa standing. , ' * * * Dear P.,—Consider tho name of Sir Kingsford Smith's 'plane—Alfair. It means "a flying eagle." Very good. But if one goes on naming 'planes after, stars one should be very careful. There is Vega, the one to be flown by Woods and Miller. But Vega means "a falling • bird." Not so good. K.K. - * * ♦ PROTEST. Prom. "Just Hum," who is convalescing after a bout of illness:— Up they soar, the prices— see? Of bread and butter, milk and tea. I do not wonder kids are thin And cannot raise a double chin. Mutton is a frightful price, So now wo have to boil some rice. I think this is an awful shame, And wonder often who's to blame. * *'■ * ■■■■ * GREAT IN HIS TIME. Reference the other day to one Ok the world's .many great explorers calls to mind Harry de Windt, a famous ■ traveller of only a generation ago, who died recently. D o Windt had his share of newspaper publicity in his day—ana earned it. There were thrill-" ing Press stories of de Windt when he - travelled from Paris to New York by land, succeeding in 1901-02 where be had failed in 1896 with a narrow rescue by a whaler from tho ice of Behrmg Strait; when he rode horseback -from Russia to India in 1899 and from Peking to Paris in 1887. Yet da Windt, whoso long-range speed journeys were so amazing .in his time, lived to see Haardt take a motor caravan across Asia and Wiley Post fly 'around the world in less than a week. *■■■•■■■# » MARITIME MYSTERIES. •Nothing more has been vouchsafed us regarding that "sea serpent," hairy mane and all, which was reported washed ashore in North Britain a few days ago. In the tantalising absence of further-details of this "monster," wo hasten to acquaint you with the news of another maritime exotic which was found on the beach at Speeton (Eng.), , last month. The creature was said to possess the tail of a shark, the body of a dogfish, and the "head" of an octopus. It was handed to the coastguards who justifiably stated that they.had never previously seen or heard of such a fish. The visitor had eyes an inch ' wide, tentacles 16in long, and an overall length of 51in. By the way, isn't it about time the Loch Ness mystery reappeared in the interests of the sensational Press? ' . .?*■ * *~ S'THE 'CRICKET'BALL SINGS>'' These verses from "The Opea Boad," by E. V. Lucas, are Tcpublished on the suggestion of "Vera," Ohau. Leather—the heart o> me, leather tha rind o' me, O but the soul of me's other than ■ that! Else, should I thrill as I do so . exulS ingly Climbing the air from the thick of . the bat! Leather—the heart o' me: ay, but in verity Kindred I claim with the sun in tht sky. ' Heroes, bow all tp the little red ball, And bow to my brother ball blazing on high. Give me the bowler whose fingers embracing me, - • Tingle'and throb with the joy of tht gamoj One who can laugh at a smack to tha boundary, Single of purpose and steady .of aim. That is tho man for me: striving ia sympathy, Ours is a fellowship sure to pre* vail. Willow must fall in' the end to tha , ' ball— See, like a tiger, I leap for the baiL Givo me the fieldsman whose eyes neyee stray from me, Eager to clutch me, a roebuck ia pace: Perish tho unalert,' perish the "but. tery,'' Perish tho laggard I strip in tha race. Grand is the ecstasy, soaring tri« umphantly, Holding the gaze of the meadow is grand, Grandest of all to the soul of the tall Is tho finishing grip of the honest brown hand. . Gn re me the batsman who' squanders ■his force on me ' Crowding the strength .of his soul in a'stroke; , Perish the muff' and -the little tiflj Shrewsbury, > Meanly content to potter and poke. He who would pleasure me, he must do doughtily— Bruises and buffetings stir me lika wine: Giants, come all, do your worst with' the ball, Sooner or later you're mine, sir, you're mine. Pour on us torrents of light, good Sun, Shine in the hearts of my cricketers, Ehine, Fill them with gladness and might, , good Sun, Touch them with glory, 0 Brother o$ mine, Brother of mine, Brother of mine! We are the lords of them, Brother an<l Mate: I but a little- ball, thou but a Great. * * * HAT COPYRIGHT. Paris milliners will be overjoyed at{ the French Courts' decision that a hat is a work of art, and therefore a fit and proper subject for a protecting copyright. Previously the Courts had, .ruled that" original designs in "dresses and in sculpture could be copyrighted* A piece of scuipturo belongs to the art* ist -who creates' it. Dresses fire de< signed before they are made,- and tha' design, as a work of art, belongs to the person who draws it or who "buys it from the' artist. Thus the effect of the Courts' previous judgment. But hats, it was argued in the case just decided, are not designed; they are made. A touch of ribbon here orthera may make all the difference, but the field for creative enterprise is so lim» ited that when a particular trend of. fashion is being followed it is almost impossible to prevent one hat looking very much like another. However, higt judicial dignitaries have deliberated o% the question—to the triumph of tbft milliners.