POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Issue 73, 23 September 1936, Page 10

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

By Perch Flace.

More light literature: "Short Dresses," by Seymour Legge. . w * » Germany will have even more admiration for Britain when the latter is well and truly armed. The next thing we expect to hear from Russia is that German sausage has been permanently removed frore the Soviet menus. » * • As he has trenchantly decried thft Government and the National leaders. it looks as though Mr. Doidge is New Zealand's only hope of salvation. * » « Probably if fewer parents desisted from helping their children with homework there would not be so many matriculation failures. » c » The League of Nations Union urges the right of Ethiopia to representation at the League meetings. To prevent misrepresentation one presumes. # •» » POTTED POMES. I'm sure That you're A happy ' Chappie. Possibly the highest compliment between friends, being an expression of the doctrine of Hedonism, that happiness is the highest good. "Chappie" may connote flippancy to you, but it is here used as a familiar term of endearment. JO WITE. Does this one of Herrick's suit you? Thus I Passe by, And die As one Unknown And gone. MONT.- ---* ♦ • BRAIN-TEASER. There has been a loud silence on th« part of our intelligentsia since Saturday last, which marked the appearance of a problem-out-of-the-ordinary. No word from "O'L." (ladies first), "Punka," "Scotty," "Ward IV," "Camerrhan," or even "A Tawa Flat," D.U.C. (Kaiwarra) attacks the teaser thuswise: "I have come to the conclusion that the marooned bloke must have prevailed upon the good 'fairies,1 so much in evidence over the air between 5 and 6 p.m., or else he got so fed up of his misery that he socked himself over the head with the can ot tomatoes and ended everything." We can't agree. A chep brave enough to get lost in the Sahara wouldn't surrender so ignominiously without a fight of some sort That is not.the spirit that made our Empire what it was—sorry, what it is. However, we live in hopes that our intellectual shock troupers will still do something about this matter before Friday dawns. • » • ALF LANDON. In reply to "Barbary Coast" (Napier): (1) The best we can offer you is a story which proclaims Landon's unassuming modesty, told by a newspaperman travelling with the Republican team. It reads: Back in Topeka, a handful of newspapermen were invited to the Jayhawker Hotel to have dinner with Roy Roberts, managing editor of the Kansas "City Star" and leading member of the Landon Brain Trust. When the dinner was about over, Governor Landon dropped in, just as casually as if: he were one of the family. The talk drifted around to the campaign and the problems the Republican Party had to overcome to defeat Roosevelt. Almost every newspaperman present had his ideas and did not hesitate to express them. Finally the Governor came out with this remark. "You forget one problem we have got to overcome, which may be the biggest of all. I've got to convince the American people that I'm capable of running this country." And then with a half humorous smile, he added—"lf I am.™ (2) At the moment the odds as to who will win strongly favour Roosevelt. .7 * * * MOTHER MACHREE. - Dear Mr. Flage,—Just a boost up for the mothers of today to make-up for the slap-in-the-eye they got in a recent "Post." I'll always be MOTHER'S BOY. Northland. It's a pleasure to look at your beautiful hair, And your capable hands, that you tend with such care. Tho' you work just as hard as th« women 8.C., How your sons all adore you, Mother Machree! When you're dressed in your best you look fit for a queen, And it's proud that I am, dear, witlt you to be seen. Oh! I find you've a real, good companion for me, You're a regular sport, dear Mothee Machree. You may cost a bit more for yout clothes and your wave, But what of the pills and the potionf we save? There is nothing old-fashioned 'bout you, we agree, So take off your hats, boys, to Mothc* Machree. • «■ • GUN-FODDER. Let us, for a change, talk of war, on the principle that tonight promises to be a good night for a killing. Or, alternatively, let Field-Marshal Ludendorff, the modern understudy of Mars, air his views on that sad subject. Ludendorft has written a book, "The Nation at War," which has been published in an English translation. Preaching the doctrine of totalitarian warfare, he insists that war is na longer waged between armed forces, but by nation against nation. "Hence," he writes, "it will demand that the nation place its mental, moral, physical, and material forces in peace tima at the serivce of the next war." Claiming that "Judah and Rome" wrought Germany's defeat in the last war (that's a smack for Uncle Sam), Ludendorff asserts that Christian life and) faith, as shaped by these forces, were one of the prime causes of the national breakdown. Therefore, in the totalitarian struggle such faith should be replaced by one built on racial conviction—in Germany's case, on a purely German God. "From this (he adds) will spring a healthy nationalism in which all women will regard as their nobles task the bearing of vigorous sons for the burden of war, and all men will develop their powers for that purpose," which is nothing more than a policy of breeding and being bred for killing. One of LudendorfFs axioms is that the use of alcohol must be strictly forbidden in the armed forces, because "the World War showed how pernicious were its effects on discipline and success in the field." Also, he stresses the need for a "perfect paramount Commander-in-Chief," since the "'great general and the nation are one and indivisible." Of course, that supreme warrior is already to hand— Field-Marshal Ludendorff, to wit, And he has no sons to send into the steel blast.