POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXIX, Issue 42, 19 February 1935, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Lhromcle and Comment

GV . PERCY FLAGE

Wouldn't it be correct to say that people on the bread line have unhappetites? ■'■■'•. . • . ' • ■ Byrd's expeditionary force was glad . to leave Little America, but it won't * find big America a bed of roses either .■■•'. ;;•./.■ * : , When you come to think of It, Britain could create a better atmosphere by putting more 'planes into the air. . " . ■ . . • . "*' .'•■■'•■ *'■ ■• •' There is nothing new under the sun. ■• An inscription on a beautiful 15th century tombstone lately discovered in Constantinople reads: Here lies Leondis Theotokis, who died on account of his mother-in-law. •':■■■.■'■■;. , *,;'■■*' •'■•-'■■' ': 'FRANKNESS.'IN THE ADS./■" V ; Percy, Me Man,— : '" Wanted to Sell, Good -^Family Machine (Wertheim), no further use. One can't say ,the advertiser isn't quite frank, anyhow! __ ■ SPARROGRASS.' . ■ • . \# ■ * SIGNIFICANT OMISSION, ." Cable note: "With 6000 years of independence behind us we would fight to1 the last, man, woman, and child," if Italy declared war," says Mr. Jesus Afework, Abyssinian Charge d" Affaires. '■'. ';■'.; '~'■■ ■'.■-. ■■~.,,. We notice, with curiosity, no reference to the last shilling. .-..'■ '- ' ■• -.«-■. ■~*■'. »'.-.. :•.'■ "DRUNK AS A LORD." ■. It was only,the other day, in a coursa of promiscuous reading, that, we got to know the origin of the expression "drunk as a Lord." "-Lord Brougham (1778-1868), as Lord Chancellor, was speaking on behalf of the Reform Bill of 1832. He was very much in earnest about it; so much so that his speech' lasted- eight hours—he drank fifteen tumblers, of cognac to sustain his eloquence. As he uttered his closing words .milord fell to his knees, praying that the Bill be passed, and remained thus until; assisted to his seat by friends. Opponents of the measure were quick to seize upon and. place, another interpretation on the incident and so the phrase came into being. ; \■.'."GOLDEN MILLER. As is: due to so splendid a 'chaser, Golden Miller, 'winner of last year's Grand National and favourite for this year's, enjoys special privileges. For example "each day. hei has his six raw eggs mixed with his ordinary food to build him up for the great task ahead of him. Also, it is a rule of the stable that.he must not be interrupted in his daily siesta which runs from 1 p.m. to 4 p.m. If any admirer should presume to try "gate-crashing" in that period he will find that Dorothy Paget's champion and idol has; a Grouse. Grouse is a gigantic Great Dane, and the inseparable companion, of Golden Miller. He knows that his friend, who is not temperamental jtnd has no fads, rather enjoys publicity, but Grouse knows, too, that the champion likes a lot of sleep—needs it, indeed. ; So betwefen the hours mentioned Grouse, sees to it that his chum's slumbers are not Violated. Eggs, the best of stable''diet, and three hours' sleep a 4 day—little wonder that Golden Miller is stronger and thicker than he has ever been. He is heavier by four stone that he was this time last year, and weighs over half a'ton-. THE WHITE BUTTERFLY'S LAMENT. Oh why Should I Be doomed to die Because I am A butterfly? We flic— * . You. hie Until you're nigh With foul intent. % Within your, eye. You chase, We race, "We flit with grace; You come on at An awful pace. We swerve With verve; You, straiii each nerve. To.give to us What, we deserve. You fix Our tricks With stones and bricks; A hose, bats, and Manuka sticks. You cuss At us, And make a fuss; We sit-on your Convolvulus. You fight With might (And parasite) ■ To, rob us of" The sun's warm light. One, day— We pray— You'll let us stay— That's all we have In which to lay. It's great To mate (Or so they state) And lay your eggs r Before too late. Eggs rise. In size; And then—surprise! A thousand more White butterflies! (Final chorus —very softly.> Oh why / Should I Be doomed to die, Because I am A butterfly? ; (Loud bang; strident voice heard saying, "That's one more of the so-and-sos less.") ; . • : ' ANNE HOWE. ♦ * * RESEARCH. . / Dear Percy!— All this fuss about conditions at the bureau led me to ask the reference branch'of the Public Library how this ■ foreign-sounding name came to be attached to a branch of the Unemployment Board.' The chprming young lady at the ■ library evidently delved in her researches far back into the remote past. It appears the.present Labour Department was originally called the Bureau of Industries. When the name was changed in the nineties the Employment Office was designated the bureau. I gather from a perusual of the syllabuses of several secondary schools that -French is taught. This would account for the word bureau being spelled in many weird forms in letters addressed to our depot of the Mayor's Relief Fund.' Here are a few: Bearue, burow, beurah, buru,\baro, beero. : One applicant raised a wild hope in our.thirsty souls when he wrote saying he could not call for his issue of.potatoes because he was busy watching the brew, Beero, baro, and brew—what's allthis fuss about anyway? Sounds lik« a jolly decent possie to me. : MITERA,. '