POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Issue 67, 17 September 1934, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

2sow that Britain's butter stocks have begun to fall we may confidently expect prices to rise. « >.i # Though the Australian Labourites worked like tigers they failed dismally •to acquire the Lyons' share of the seats. Once again the Prime Minister has hit tho nail on the head. There is mora sunshine about ... in Nelson, pattic ularly. Present indications are that the Sopwith challenge for the America. Cup will resolve itself iato the old game 6f rainbow chasing. # « « If the Government would only legis« late to reduce also the size of the bases of "handles" it would be getting to tho bottom of many a beer-drinker'a grievance.

THAT NEW DEAL. "Square-dealer* (Palmerston North)' sends a clipping bearing on the American situation, noting with appreciation. .this •column's continuing interest in that field. Tho substance of the cutting demonstrates that tho famous Andrew Mellon seems to be making more money under the New Deal than in the days when lie dominated Government policies. An authoritative financial journal reports, that Mellon's Aluminium Coy. of America, as making a profit of over £300,000, or 7s 6d a share, in 1933. The company's net loss in 1932 was just under "£500,000.

TRIBUTE. Dear Mr. Percy Plage,—Through your/paper's excellent news service -E was sorry to learn that an old Blen« heiniite, in the person of Mr. W. Carr, had taken the long track. I hope his many kindnesses to us kids of my ago in the late eighties, and the early! nineties, will find the man with tha keys of Heaven's gate waiting to let him in, and show Mm that good deeds done are not forgotten up there. Tho old gentleman was a full 100 per cent, straight, and an honest cynic, and aN ways stood for the good of mankind* Anyhow, Percy, I, as ono of tho Old Boys who has happened to be inadn aware of his passing, appeal to you to let this through as an.appreciation• of a good nian.—Yours to the tall timbers^ HOKITIKA WILLIAM. * »'.#■■ WOMAN'S HIDDEN £3,000,000. Eccentrics hoard wealth for different; reasons. Take the case of a Mrs. Sarah E. Smith-Scollard, of Seattle, who is reputed to have left a, fortune of £3,000,000, for which the administrator of tho estate is now searching. This quaint lady cut her divorced husband off with 4s, and her sister with the same amount —the last-named becauso of a long-past trivial family difference. Undoubtedly Mi;s. Smith-Seollard was wealthy, and the difficulty of the estate administrator's task may be gauged from the fact .that among other quaintnesses shcy oneo hid £100,000 in a grandfather clock, carried £50,000 worth of jewels in her handbag, took soap from hotel bathrooms and wrapped it in dollar notes worth £200 each, and Went on a- caravan tour carrying at least £100;Q00 of loose jewellery with her.. Apart from the 8s referred to, the rest of tho estato was bequeathed to tho lady's '.'legal heirs"—presumably tha sister's, children.

-OUT TISHIN'. The other day mention was mado of tho formation of an angling club. Perhaps these verses (author unknown} will bo. applicable. X.Y.Z. A feller..isn't, thinkin' mean . Out fishin',His thoughts are mostly good and clean Out fishin'; Ho doesn't knock his fellow-men, Or harbour any grudges then: A feller's, at his finest; when Out iishin'. The rich are comrades' to the poor Out fishin'; All brothers of a common lure, Out fishin'; The urchin with the pin and string Can chum with millionaire and king; Vain pride is a forgotten thing, Out fishin'. A feller gots d chance- to dream Out fishin'; He learns the beauties of a stream ' Out fishin'; And he can wash his soul in air That isn't foul with selfish care, An' relish plain and simple- fare. Out fishin'. A feller has no time for hate Out fishin'; He isn't eager to be great Out fishin'; He isn't thinkin' thoughts of pelf, Or goods stacked high upon a shelf, But he is always just himself, Out fishin'. • ■ i " A feller's glad to be a friend Out fishin'; A helpiu' hand he'll always lend, Out fishin'; The brotherhood of rod and line An' sky and stream is always fine. Men come real close to God's design, .Out fishin'. A feller isn't plotting schemes Out fishin'; He's only busy with his dreams, Out fishin'; / His liv'ry is a coat of tan, His creeds To do the best he ca»; A feller's always mostly man, Out fishin'. . , » * * "HOWITZEK" SEES IT THBOUGH, Well, it. was a braw afternoon: a fair bit sunshine, a fresh breeze, Highland dancing, and twa footer games—all for a" bob! There-were grins when the reiereo entered, heading full for the south. After trying to pick holes in the net, the rcf. shooed the pipers off and set tho teams to work. Na, na,,l didna pay the extra for tho stand ... I just stood. By Gosh!''MoCosh was eliminated, early. I never saw twenty-two Scots so generous: they threw their arms about as though they didn't belong to 'em. And there was a wee bit cheap talk handed out, but what do you think —not one free fight the whole day. "Feed the wing," someone shouted from the- bank, but no provender was offered the chap who was "starved." Everything must have been all right because, nearing the end, there were cries of "Ooh, Kay! Ooh, Kayl"

I gathered there was somebody loft outside, another chap was right inside (externally ho looked hot and bothored), but the poor old thing right back I couldn't; see, having left my race glasses at home. Not a haggis was to be seen, and the only "shouting" was the partisan cries reverberating around the ground.

Well, it's hats off to Auckland. They Kave the Banfurly Shield, the Plunkefc Shield. Chatham" Cup, New Zealand hockey" trophy, Auckland Cup, pingpong championship, railway station, harbour, but Christehurch avers thatj thov cannot have the JS Tew Zealand Cujjj