POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXIII, Issue 142, 17 June 1937, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLACE

Every man with a clever son believe* in heredity. • • • Let's call it the League of Halluc dilations, and have done with it. H 'i «■ Unlike British heavies of the last 29 years, Tommy Farr does not take hi* medicine lying down. * * • Mr. Savage says that the Empire* commercial ties need strengthening. Bu* the old school ties don't: they are more enduring. • • • The Hon. J. A. Lyons avers that th» delegates "have emerged triumphantly from the Imperial Conference." No doubt the usual historic group photograph will support that view. * * # DONATIONS THANKFULLY RECEIVED. Flage, mon vieux,—A few trifles, light as air, which may find a sanctuary in Column 8. May I congratulate you on the catholicity of the column, culled from collateral and contemporary cosmopolitana yet including compositions collated from the classics cum a modicum of calculated candour camouflaged beneath a cape of clowning, the whole of a high calibre and carrying the cachet of the connoisseur and the cognoscenti? CANTA CLAKA. * * • INQUIRY DEPARTMENT. "Just Curious" (Wadestown).—(l) Whitaker gives the total population of the world at present as 1,849,500,000. Of these, 680,000,000 are yellow and 210,000,000 are negroes. (2) No details. J.G. (Masterton). —We have never heard of such a thing. Try the Dominion Museum authorities; "A Reader."—("Weight-lifting Records"): Shall try to obtain, the information for you. Our thanks for note of appreciation. "Ballarat." —Column 8 is not interest, ed in that matter. Anyhow, publication would start a dog" fight. • • • THE SONG OF THE SHORTS. I'm never very cheerful When mending tattered clothes, And yet I know it must be done, Whatever comes or goes. It really is amazing How boys will tumble through The very strongest pair of tweed* No matter what you do. / And here I sit and grumble About these rents and tears, Some people are not bothered M, Or don't have half my cares. But when I count my blessings I know without a doubt %My blessings are the very ones . Who wear their trousers out. DOROTHY M. RANDS. # * * ' MRS. NEVILLE CHAMBERLAIN. The world out here has heard • great deal (naturally) about Britain* new Prime Minister, but to our knowledge little or nothing about his wife. We hasten to remedy that grave omis« sion, the more s,o that it was Mrs, Chamberlain who urged: her husband to forsake business for politics. Art intimate friend of Annie Chamberlaitt gives us an interesting silhouette of the lady. She has written:—Annie Chamberlain .will go down to history, as the woman who can keep a secret. Her reward is his complete confidence. He tells her his problems and plans. In 26 years she has never betrayedthis trust. She is stilj a young-looking woman, although in the early fifties, pleasantly dignified in manner and dress, unobtrusively clever, dislikes sport, has not danced since she was 27, and is capable manager rather than keen housewife. Her three absorbing interests are, firstly, her husband's political, mental, and physical well-being; secondly, her two children and grandson; thirdly, archaeology! Ask Annie Chamberlain what Bha is" proudest of in the wbrld and sha will tell you her husband's inability to do a mean thing and his exquisite sense of justice. * • • OPEN LETTER. Dear Flage,— This week I didden go To mornin' tea, becos you know . My dear friend, Mrs. Bloggs, 'as aw A little son, a bonny lad, An' I'm its godmamma to be, Which is a complerment to me. Mother-'n'-child, I 'ear, is well. 'E 'as a funny little yell Like a young puppy wobblin' round Wantin' its food, which can't be found, •E sleeps all day an' yowls all mgh« (Or 'alf uv it), the pore wee might. Bill sez it's wind—what do you think?—i Hotherwise 'c is in the pink. So far hees eyes are petrol blue; I'll bet they fade—they always do. Whether they does or not, I'll say 'Ell make 'imself a name one day. Birth-rate stastistics, so I read, Is far from fav'rable. Indeed, They worry the P.M. an' keep 'Im res'less, robbin' 'im uv sleep. You, who've 'ad kiddies uv your own ('Ow many you ain't yet made known—* Which is your private business, sir) Should take your pen an' make a stir About this probberlem . . . make- iv plain That selfish people what refrain From parient'ood must pull them weight ' ' , . . „ Or 'aye it brought 'ome to them straight) That they are and will always be A blight on our Democracy. . Either' that, sir, or take the onnus ; Uv payin' for a baby bonus To them who keep their cradles flu* At hintervals. You've gotta pull In Cab'net; why not use the same? Yours for a bigger birth-rate— MAME. *Onus? * • • ASTROLOGICAL PROPHECY. Astrology is a serious study, and its portents can be understood if readi ing of a horoscope is governed by accurate time details of the subject a birth. Untold millions of women un« able to obtain astrological guidance must, to satisfy a yearning, content themselves with visits to stuffy rooms, resulting in the daily round being improperly influenced by the dregs of tea cups. The stars are infallible. There are lucky and unlucky numbers, at. tached to all born when stars are irt ascension, declension, or juxtaposition; and festoons of believers may be seen on racecourses testing (in astrological ignorance)' which stars looked down on their advent into this Vale of Tears. A lady, recently much in the public eye was born undoubtedly under Venus and Taurus. Her lucky number is seven, and that anagogical number is remarkably prominent in her destiny. Every successive step was influenced by the number seven. Read ana digest:—■ _. America, England, Spencer, Simpson, Mayfair, Society, Dancing. Austria, Boating, Windsor, Divorce, Baldwin, Wedding, Duchess. All words containing seven letters. The most sceptical will surely admit "A strange coincidence"—to use a phrase by which all things are settle* nowa ays. SCORpIO CApJ jj COR^