POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Issue 50, 27 August 1935, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

B\\ Percy Flage.

Chronicle and Comment

Talking of forgotten thrills .(writes "Porex"), what about the thrill of going to work every morning? ■«■.•■-■«.■ c .".■-.".. If it is true that Labour has no need of a brains trust it must be because o£ the party's super senti-mentality. -' *■■ * ... There id no truth in the rumour that Sir Alexander Herdman is tieing up with the Communist Party at the coming election. If Roosevelt's call to youth mi&i: fires it will probably be because the majority of young men are out of ear--shot on the road searching for jobs that. don't exist. / _ . • ■'■■- » '#. a,'.'".."'- ;.'v The Democrats may appear to fae' promising too much, but don't forget; that the late Sir Joseph Ward threatened to borrow £70,000,000 with which to purchase prosperity and got away with it. " *■ I * English newspaper heading: BRIGHTER TIMES AFOOT, - And we always thought them ahead! --- * « INQUIRY DEPT. "Old Digger."—(l) Gold is to be found in North Wales, Lanarkshire, and Sutherland. Recently a new seam of silver was discovered at Combe Martin, Devon. This revives an old industry. In 1800 we hear of 9000 tons of silver ore being sent from Devon to South Wales for smelting. Zinc, copper, tin, and pitchblende are dug in Cornwall. Ireland produces some aluminium. But of all Britain's metals, good old iron is easily the most profitable. (2) and (3) Sorry, but we haven't the time, to maike the requisite investigations.. Try the reference department of the Public Library. ■•"' ".'. ■ '■ -.■.•■■ »..■•" 6 '-...'-. LOST PLEASURES. ■'■: ■ Awakening on Christmas morn to strains of village band" playing carols. ' Sucking sherbet through hollow liquorice stick from paper bag. Picking and eating wild strawberries. Wearing feather tippet, soft and smooth as a bird's breast, that no priceless silver fox or skunk, can—sorry, could—make me forget. Attacks of the giggles. A ride oh the step of best beauV cycle. ■ .■*■'-:. ■':.■ GRETA G. ' The first day I put my hair up an* donned my first long dress. ■ ' - ". My first real love letter when we ' were both sixteen, which, by the way, mother found under the mattress. * ' When my favourite choir boy kissed me over the garden gate. ■ When the boy next door sent me a bunch of roses after I had recited at the church concert. , .■.-..: ROSE.MARIE. " ■■'•'• " •./• iv ■ ■ >■-*.■- i- * • .-. ■.. : , " PUSH BIKE RECORD. " At latest reports Messrs. Luke'y and Schofield were still on their way free from punctures or engine trouble. When the: barrowthon is concluded they will have set a nice new record. So did Jerome J. Murif when,■■ in-1896,■" he straddled the Australian Continent by riding from Adelaide to .Port Darwin on a bicycle. ■ At ■■ every stopping places he., obtained -che signatures 'of- : several local, authorities so "that there could be no question of his having per---" formed, the feat As far as Oodna-. y datta he found roads which were at least passable, and rode as much as fifty'miles a day. From this town on he'had to ride across the .virgin desert, his only guide being the apparently never-ending Overland Telegraph Line. "I was given a chance to .develop the muscles in my arms,". Murif wrote - optimistically, "instead of those in my legs when I came to the many stretches - of sand which were too deep to ride through." Scorning conventional* cloth- . ing or "shorts" for riding, he pedalled^, in loose pyjamas, which were drawn, in at the ankles by ordinary clips. ' ■, ; : -- . * - .c ." ''■• ' - "■" ■' , ; •. ■ BRAVE NEW WORLD! :■■--- (Somewhat in the Swinburnian StyleX Whence comes this brave army with banners Emblazoned with slogans that smite, At whose high-souled and hearfning hosannas : :' '.' ~ '. Fear fades, and inflation takes flight; Which drives forward'fain with desire To pull the fat out of the fire, And Parliament's prestige lift higher' - In the national sight? Whence bursts this brave army with; banners, > | To fall on a fatuous foe Whose political methods and manners- ' This lovely fair land have laid low? It comes to the onset, eyes shining, To 'end all unrest and repining, And its shield .is the real Silver" j Lining— Not c.p.—oh, no! . . When it triumphs, our army with. banners - And a huge cornucopia that Was wrought by Utopia planners, The slump will be hammerlocked flat; And the blokes in the dust-bins and ditches , - With a patch, on the seats of their breeches t Will be pulling down big wages'—* .• which is . . '. ■ ■ What they would be at. Everyone will have meat with his gravy, _ And a sweet to end up with, of course, When the daring crusaders of Davy Tip the tyrant head first from his horse. Then the sword will be sheathed, and. the sabre,, And no one will nag at his neighbour, And the ' National numskulls, and Labour, _ :- Will die of remorse. ■'■.*■■ ■• * ,■ * " BUMBLE JUSTICE. In spite of the good work ol the late Sir E. Ruggles-Brise, chairman of the Prison Commission from 1895 to. 1921, and president of the ' International Prison ' Commission of 1910, in, some parts of England the law is still being administered in the worst feudal style. The feudalists are local benches of justices. Here are some details. Two -youths were sentenced to a month's imprisonment for damaging trees belonging to the Earl of Jersey. A youth was sentenced to fourteen days for stealing apples at Aylesham. A youth at Etchingham received twr months' imprisonment for breaking church windows with a catapult. A boy was sentenced to three years at Borstal for stealing three bananas. He was released on appeal. , A woman at Brighton was sent to prison for two months for stealing.----11 Jd worth of chocolates. A man received three months for stealing a bicycle nut at BakewelL Hundreds, of men have been imprisoned for the terrible crime of stealing a rabbit, taking fish without a licence, and stealing cabbages in " rural areas. ■ Heaven knows what punishment would be meted out by these "legal" to a lad who robbed one of ; the "justice's" prchardi