POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXX, Issue 105, 30 October 1935, Page 10

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FUGi:

In reply to "Curious": It was 1835, of course.

We never thought the Abyssinians could be of such a retiring nature.

Butter is still on the slide, but aren't the bush and the gardens just dripping?

More money is going into circulation, but it travels so fast that we can lay hands on precious little of it. * * it-

Wales has a moving mountain, at Troedrhiwfuwch. Whither it is bound will be equally hard to say.

Expensive and complicated machinery is not necessary to make a. man invisible, as any summons-server will tell you.

"Wallace".—That woman who yawns one to twelve times a minute is just another case of a woman who cannot keep her mouth shut.

SIGNIFICANT?

It is suspected that Italy is at work in Austria for her own as well as for her protege's good—to put it mildly. Anyhow, it is true that last month the Austrian Vice-Cbanceller. Prince yon Starhemberg, instructed the official Press censor to prepare new maps of East Africa which will meet with the approval of II Duce. Where necessary the villages were to be moved miles from their actual positions. The task completed, Abyssinian motorists (?) will be able to get to the right place, instead of the wrong place, by mistake.

FAVOURITE SMELLS,

Most of them seem to have been already bagged. 'Twould seemt that "One little odour. makes the whole world kin." However— Sea tang, ■ Heavenly verbena. The circus, . ' Wild brier on a summer's day, Bush sawmill, „ Wood smoke in autumn, Wattle on the evening breeze. Printer's' ink on thick, shiny magazine pages. Your "summer shower" is one of my very favourites. Do you like your raindrops big and slow and heavy, the first drops making lovely splutters in the (dust?

CLARINDA.

BEAUTY AT OUR FRONT DOOR.

How many of our bird-lovers know that there is a bird sanctuary much.' nearer than Kapiti, much nearer than Day's Bay, nearer, indeed, than the coverts in the Botanic Gardens? This colony of bird life may lack the variety of State sanctuaries os the bush itself, but it can be. as voluble at certain times as any of those. A correspondent, L-A..M., relates tb* story. He was passing the tram shelter at Courtenay Place one early evening last week. The bird inhabitants of the native trees were preparing for bed, and, he tells us, their evensong chorus equalled in volume anything he had heard at Pipiriki,. ihe . Sounds, D'Urville Island, and elsewhere. Has any other reader listened in to this arcadian music in the very heart of the city and been thrilled by it? "We have heard in summer evenings the drowsy twitterings among those pertinaceous trees, but never yet th« voice of the full orchestra.

PESTS.

Come Spring, we see, with spade or ■• ■.. fork . Our neighbours all 'yond hedge and fence, • In garden patch begin to work. So straightway, too, do we commeace. Though amateur, we underrate With diligence to till the soiL We dig it deep and. hoe and rake (Not heeding blisters come through toil.) Late catalogues we con a score, We fertilise that seeds may grow The while we study garden lore. And hopefully we start to sow, Regardless of the worm or grub That waits in a chrysanthemum Or; lurking in the roots of shrub, Abhorred "triantiwantigum." Or snail or slug that feasts by night With zest on green, shoots, succulent Or butterfly—the dreaded "white," Among plants in its element. But there, alas! to patch and row Marauding pests excursions, make Devouring- cherished things we grow, Our seedlings, all the choicest, tako. Such depredations with alarm We note and hasten now to slay. Invaders all that work the harm In garden plot.! Such traps we lay! With savage glee we check: the foe, Yet hordes come forth from secret lair And pests we find, each way we go, Do yet escape our wily snare. Amazing gastronomic feat Each demonstrates in garden bed That we, at last, accept defeat And gladly take to sport instead.

F.E.M-S.

Lower Hutt.

FOURTEEN DAYS' HARD.

Dear Percy,—can you help me in this lot. I am stoney broke and walking been kicking those stones along on the roads lately. I thought I had better get on the dole no use fighting against it had to surrender to it; spent all me doe that's the regulations you know, must be starvin. you know to be on the dole. I met that gay-dressed chap what smokes a cigar and looks suspicious. Percy he is always.passing where you work do you owe him anything. He said to me arnt you working. I said no he said didnt you see in the Post where the city council is going to shift the top off a mounting at1 moa point dont want it there shifting it some where else making work for thousands. You see Mr. Kidsome he is the Engineer there. I saw Mr. «Kidsome. and Jie said got no orders to go" ahead yet. Been then starvin 3 days cos I got to wait 14 days before I start on the dole. It is in the regulations must wait 14 days after joining the dole Begrade. Went down the street next day still starvin and met you know im percy that big feller that is always standing on the corner at the his complexion is envied by all the flappers that pass by. He said hallo Osie what you doin these times I said trying to break a record what doing pushing a barrow no I said starvin been starvin 4 days now going to starve for 14 day's then go to the picture shows get on the stage where the managers will introduce me as the man that lives on air. He said to me youve made a blunder Gandi starved for 14 months. All ands that get on the dole have to starve 14 days. So I have been thinking out something else. The democratic party will want an (aid de Konk) for the Maori King tf».t is a job that no one has applied for as far as I know. Could you put me wise how to secure it. Yours in this queer world.

Lyall Ba: