POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 35, 10 August 1936, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

Bt Perc* Flace.

Another weakness in our otherwise estimable dairy fanners is that they will confuse their wants with their needs. The Prime Minister i's simplification personified in his speeches, but don't run away with the idea that he is simple in any other way. Manger, a German,' winner of the heavyweight weightrraising contest, has been promoted to the job of special tax collector. One good lift deserves another. # # » This is Alfred Landon, Republican candidate for the U.S.A. Presidency • speaking: "I'll balance the Budget even if Mrs. Landon has to do her own work in the White House and I have to wash the dishes." * » ♦ INTERPOLATION. Dear Plage.—Congratulations to the college boys who turned on such a splendid exhibition of the Rugby code last Wednesday. While discussing the game afterwards we remarked that, in our opinion, the absence of Longley from the Wellington side made no material difference, but the office boy chipped in with the remark that between Ongley and Longley" there is an "L" o£ a difference! Ah me! "BILLY FROM NELSON." INQUIRY DEPARTMENT. L. G. Hastie.—(l) It was Wilde, not George - Moore, who coined that epigram: The best way to avoid temptation is to give way to it. (2) Unable to trace that one. A.B.—The Black Ball clippers really started the Atlantic race craze when the Dreadnought, most famous of all windjammers, made the Western Ocean crossing in 1854 in fourteen days. She beat the steamers of her days to a standstill. It was when the Cunard Line and the White Star went into competition that the fight for the blue riband began in earnest. # « • * TALKING OF ORATORY. Snippets from a recent interview with the irrepressible G. Bernard Shaw: "I regard the platform as obsolete. The microphone's the thing. ~ . America convinced me it was time 1 gave up public speaking. Some years ago I spoke for an hour and a half in New York, and on the way home I found my teeth falling out. I had only been in America about 24 hours. The other thing that the microphone detects is accent. I asked the late Gerald dv Maurier if he was going to broadcast. He shook his head, and remarked " in a stage-whisper: 'Rank Cockney!' In my case I find that my microphone voice is not my voice at all, but that of a typical Dublin professional1 man—the class from which I come. I have gramophone records of myself at home. I can get any number of different voices, none of them mine, by running the instrument at different speeds. When I run it as slow as possible 1 hear the voice of an old Dublin street beggar. At halfspeed it's that professional man. Much faster I hear the joyous glibness of a Jimmy Glover. , But however I play about with the machine, I never get me."' • c ♦ INTERVIEW. . A farmer chap, a speechful cuss, Has just been interviewed by us. He said, in no uncertain voice: "We've been let down. We had no choice; Just had to take what we were given, And trust to Walter Nash—or Heaven. Now Nash is not a genius—is he? And Heaven is far, far, far too busy With portents under Europe's skies To listen to our wistful cries. "We are the backbone of this land. Though city chumps, I've heard 'em state, Describe us as invertebrate. Liking our butter thickly spread On both sides of our slice of bread That's a low slander. All we ask Is recognition of our task: Slaving to keep the urban mob In its collective cushy job. "We've been let down . . . it's pretty rough. We don't assert our claims enough. We're too retiring, modest, dumb . . . Been under every Government's thumb. And ."flattened out.. The game, my friend, i Is crook, but now has reached its end. Henceforth we wish the world to know That what we farmers.say must go. We're all for prices guaranteed If—and these words please closely heed — We have the power (as is our right) To fix those prices, sir. Good-night!" « » * "HOWITZER'S" BROADCAST.As it was at the Park on Saturday. Tindill kicked off ... Tindill broke through .■ . . Tindill attempted to pot . . . Tindill held up on line ... Tindill kicks off on blind side ... Tindill limping rather badly . . . Tindill with great judgment lands a beautiful curly one inside the far post . . . TINDILL BEATS PONEKE. Of course, there were fourteen other Athletic battlers on the job, whilst Poneke's fifteen were always on deck. | Dropkicks, headlocks, flying tackles I more punishing than any ever seen in I our wrestling rings were the vogue on Saturday. The first' spell wasn't as profitable as it might have been to the Red and Blacks with the wind behind them. The change over brought us a great battle. Everything was thrown into the arena, and Poneke were fighting tigerishly when "Snow" put his side level with a cunning kick. Then, in order that Poneke wouldn't have a hard luck alibi story of missing the final through a draw, Karsten plugged another four points, and there, you are. Athletic have their 60th year to celebrated but that doesn't mean that Poneke magnanimously let 'em win. Poneke certainly had that old man "Territorially" on their side, but Athletic had the sharpshooters. North Islander Wells had a good work-out for next Saturday's big clash, and in Turf parlance, .he's just jumping out of his skin. . Looks as though that Athletic Guy will fill Jock Wells's place in the Wel-lington-Auckland game. Fred MoMier made some spectacular dives. Trying a few of his life-saving tricks? Athletic are not exactly pot-hui»ters. but they must have almost a record of potted fours. With six minutes to go, "Ranji" Wilson was one of the most serious spectators in the stand. The Blue and Blacks have literally kicked their way into the final of the 1936 championship, and it should caus* coach McDonald some hard thinking how to stop Tindill and Co. from landing the honours. Poneke did everything to hold oft Athletic except to reach the bar in time to intercept those two "pots." The coolest man on the ground (standing up. that is) was the referee. He handled the boys in fine style. Looks (writing at 9 a.m.) that the hoodoo on the Police-P. and T. joust has been lifted. 'Bout time, too.