POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXIV, Issue 108, 3 November 1937, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

Add similes: As relentless as November's examination papers. *7 * # If Germany insists on a place in the sun, what about the Sahara? # « *. Another reason why farm hands ara so scarce is that they are expected to live as one of the family. • An authority does not doubt that, the demand for a better type of talkie picture is growing; But there is some doubt as to when the demand will be met. John Montague says he has studied golf clubs for years and knows how. they can be improved. We thought' there was something wrong with ours.; * • -■•-.'.'' "Wig-wag."—l filched this one-^it it, a brief musical criticism in a local . paper: An amateur string quartet played Brahms here last evening. Brahms lost.' • • • DEFENCE. (From another angle.) Flage,—That capable gentleman the , member for Patea stipulates that more attractive uniforms should be supplied to Territorials. "*..•'-.. But th 6 equally charming fellow Freddie Jones complains that no one is joining his army. I, however, am of opinion that this latter phase will surely disappear; will not the young banker (and his coterie) prefer common khaki to' Semple dungaree, in which event your editor might have to face a Franco stunt ia . this Dominion? SKITTLED. • • • PITFALLS. Have you ever seen a Door step Barn dance Cake walk Wood shaving Wise crack Stocking run River bank Raisin loaf Back chat Picket fence House fly? Yours, etc., TIGHT. * • ,* TURF ROMANCE. "Cerne Abbas," a lover of racing but a non-bettor, told us over the telephone last evening about the romance attaching to The Trump, who followed up his victory in the Caulfteld Cup with his triumph in the Melbourne Cup. Eccles, the owner of this thoroughbred find-of-the-year, bought him as a youngster for £200. When put to racing, The Trump was not what you could call a howling success; in fact, he started six (or eight) times ' without landing a stake. Later on he developed an ailment that puzzled his people and several vets., and waa turned out for twelve months. In work again, he began to show glimppes of his ' true form, when once again he threatened to break down. Metaphon- . cally bandaged up, The Trump was - stepped out in a sprint event, backed from a long price to an early doublefigure one,' and duly won. Once more he showed signs of cracking up, but an astute vet., after a searching diagnosis, prescribed and applied treatment for rheumatism. Result: The Trump has reeled off six wins in succession, establishing a new record of its kind. As Eccles has been for years a man who bets on a large scale, he must have made a substantial fortune this season, the stakes alone won by his horse totalling well over five figures. • ■'.■■•'■■ ■» LOVELY LINES. "Another Poet(l)".—Here is my con. tribution to the list of lovely lines—the author is Daniel Whitehead Hicky:— . There is so much of sound escapes th« ear! The fragile yellow sound that crocua make, Lifting in measured rhythms each shining spear; .■..*. v, The small, unwilling sands that tremble and break; Violets, folded in slumber beneath the snow, Waking with purple whiipers from their bed, Announcing, clarion-like, the flnai Yet who has heard a word the violets. said? ... . The long, slow, golden kiss of suns upon , The breast of twilight; songs the pale stars sing, Climbing the slopes of darkness, one by one; ' ~ _ The moon's bright call to lovers, taking wing; . , „„ O gracious God, giving to mortal ear Only the sounds the listening heart can, hear! A.M.P.'s choice: And there was no more sea Soft, silken primrose fading umeiee* lie. (Milton.) S. Duke's selections:— Flowers that constellate on earth. (Mrs. Browning in "Man and Nature"). -Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. (Wordsworth's "Tintern Abbey")* A rose red city, half as old as time. " (Dean Burgori> poem on the desert city of Fetra.)' H.V.M.:— They also serve who only stand and ■ wait. ("Tennysonian.") Tht moan of doves in ■ immemorial elms. (Tennyson.) Long-winged swallows, unafraid, re- ; turning. (Australian poet, Shaw Neil- '■ son.) m m ■ OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES. Reading an article recently on child- ■ ren and the peculiar habit they have ■ of corrupting, unconsciously, words oi , hymns, songs, poetry, etc., with hutnor- > ous results, recalled to my mmd an I incident in my own childhood. ' Owing to my parents changing aeir 1 residence to another part of . ■ tlere came the inevitable uprooting from a school dearly Jew* "J*,™ transplanting Into anotiier, which happened to be a church "J"** J*? principal of this school (who liked to be called the governess-tearful name!) rigidly carried out her duties with ij sim, foreboding look and »«n*«edJ» inspire every child with great awe and respect for her. We quaked in h« oresence and I could never be recondled to thS fact that this perwn had - Seed in my We the kindly Frenchi with a gentle firmness and was idolised ■ by BearingP?hese fact, in mind, It was I P e?haps excusable during morning ■ prayers, when we came to the prayer i known to f ll*Cta^«l fcjtagj. > beginning: "Almighty God, Who nas I safely brought us to the beginning pf this day" that when we reached the . ?ne, ''and that all our doings may be ■ ordered by Thy. governance, all the . children chanted' unwittingly, and : that all our doings may be ordered by. ■ Thy Governess" instead! . GEMINI. t Belmont