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POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

Fingleton and Bradman (to the bowlers): "Yes, we've sore eyes, but we'll be seem' you in the second Test."

According to some Canterbury railway men, one of Mr. Hamilton's trains of thought lias gone off the rails.

The recession has not affected the Roosevelt family. Two of the lad* have married into millions. « * »

"Dodgin' Knees" suggests "Naggies" as an appropriate name for the women police to be.

We have yet to see a dream walking, but the other day we met two lovely "cauliflowers" strolling dowa Willis Street.

NONSENSE RHYMES. Dear Flage,—May a greenhorn burst into your interesting column with another crazy rhyme of old vintage, which came to my mind after reading the one in last night's Postscripts? There was once a man in our tow®. And wondrous wise was he, For with an axe and many whack* He once cut down a tree; And when he saw that tree was down, He straightway took another axe, And cut it up again. RONGOTAL * * * NO DOGS ALLOWED. Further details of the queer business of dog-whipping (a church math ter) three or four hundred years ago. The earliest record of dog-whipping is an item appearing in the Loutji (Lincolnshire) churchwarden's books for 2d paid "to the bellman for beating the dogges out of the church" in 1550. A Worksop (Notts.) entry dated 1616 shows that 5d was tha salary "for whipping dogges out at the church one whole year." Subsequent entries reveal that the officials were clothed, a Wakefield (Yorks) record of 1703 stating that the dog-whip-per and sexton received 18s 6d for "hatts, shoes, and hoses."

INFORMATION DEPT. "Wadestown Pommie"' asks for particulars about the "Cliveden Set." If you believe all you read and heat of the "Set" it is a , group of aristocratic politicians, newspaper owners; and financiers, who lead Neville Chamberlain on a string and brought about the downfall of Anthony Eden. Lady Astor, Great Britain's second woman M.P., an American whose special care in life is Prohibition, is political hos» less to the Cliveden Set. Her husband, Lord Astor, is a direct descendant of John Jacob Astor;' a German immigrant who went to America years ago and became fabulously rich. It is said to be Lord Astor's fondest desire to see "an enduring friendliness between Britain and Germany." He owns "The Times."

I WINTER WITH GLOVES ON. "Daily Reader" (Ngaio) sends us thii letter, which appeared in "The Times* a month or two ago:— , Sir, —I observe in your cable news from America that snow has fallen i& South Dakota. What must it be ia North Dakota? I tremble to think, for some years ago it was reported by the editor of the Advertiser" of North Dakota: "I understand that a bride recently arrived from England kneads bread with her gloves on. The editor of this old Rag of Freedom needs bread with his shirt on, he needs bread with his pants on, and unless some of the delinquent subscribers to this journal pay up before long, he'll need bread without a darn thing on, and North Dakota ain't no Garden ot Eden in the winter time."

ON THE ROAD TO PARIS. Another rival of "Bellerive," who* lovely lines have adorned the "Bulletin" "Answers to Correspondents" column these many years. His name is B. Cassin. Mr. Cassin specialises in serious sentimental lines —the sort of thing set to, music for the benefit of sick crooners whose meanings would turn the heart of a Chinese bandit to water and make him wish he had been, a better boy. Here's our New Zealand "Bellerive's" latest: On the Road To Paris There I met a Gentle Miss She Gave Me a Fond Kiss On The Road to Paris. , She said to me I'll be your Friend I said Right to the very end. That happy road. I'll Take with you Where ere you go and what ere you do. She was Fair and I was dark And as we strayed in the Park She said some words some words to me That Filled my soul with ecstasy I The joy that's yours is mine also. Though sadness and sorrow may coma and Go When all the world is said and Done My Parisian friend is the one. * ft. * "HOWITZER" AT THE "MIKE."

Poneke out in front, Petone on theif heels, Athletic and Wellington running together next, and Old Boys, now steered by Jack Lamason, level witli Marist and Johnsonville lonely in the rear. Thus endeth the first round.

Petone went to headquarters on Saturday with ideas of a scrumptous game with Athletic, and they scrummed, scrummed, scrummed, and scrummed. Maybe it was good practice for All Black hooker Lamboum to get properly tuned up before visit» ing Australia.

The Petono forwards certainly seemed to dominate the game, and'Mclntyrt just got his potted goal in time before the elements took charge and played a big part in Athletic's win. Jones v. Jones was a splendid bout, and the Joneses finished with honours even, besides having some points to their credit. On this year's form and selections, there looked to be several worthy All Blacks at headquarters on Saturday.

Ref. de Clifton must have created a record for the amount .of ball he received on Saturday—it was certainly very holding, and made quick jumping difficult for the ref.

Besides going down in a melee with several players (the referee only got tangled in it, of course), he intercepted several passes. The one most hurtful to Petone was when the old Nicholls brothers' triclc was being staged for a pot at goal—the scrum almost under the posts—hooked by Petone—Jones the five-eighth standing straight behind the half—everything according to schedule, and O'Halloran shot it out between his legs only to see it hit de Clifton.

Apropos the critics' song after the All Blacks were chosen:—(l) R. King played the greatest game of his career in the North-South match—the finest forward on the ground. (2) King was not particularly impressive in the inter-island game. (3) King was either not fit, or has lost his edge. We can now wait until the Aussie scribes tell us how good our players are.

Athletic Park is noted for murdering Rugby reputations already made fit making them lor men almost unheard! of. Berghan seems to be one of the new ones made, whilst Q'i=>id received the hall mark al bsfc

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Evening Post, Volume CXXV, Issue 143, 20 June 1938, Page 8

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POSTSCRIPTS Evening Post, Volume CXXV, Issue 143, 20 June 1938, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS Evening Post, Volume CXXV, Issue 143, 20 June 1938, Page 8