POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 7, 8 July 1938, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

Parisian chefs know all about horses for courses.

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The most loquacious man in Australia? Allan Cooper, who says he is going to keep Talking. * * * The Prime Minister may like to know that thousands will be listening in tonight . ■. . to the Test match. * ♦ • Says Melisande: What's the matte* with the Hon. C. J. Carrington? Why can't he let them Alsatians die in peace? * * * OKE—AND OTHERS. There are some quaint names to b« found among those golfers who survived the first round of the British open golf championship. Meet Messrs. Twin, Bruen, Branch-Brews, Shankland, Oke, Winks, Pennink, Bradbeer, Togley, and Lacinik, tiot to overlook Boomer. .'■* ' » ♦ GETTING HER OWN BACK. The Countess Haugwitz-Reventlow, the Woolworth heiress, will not need to draw pfl-her bank account to meet the expenses of the present Court case. Her first husband, Prince Alexis Mdivani, who was filled In a motor accident in' Spain, in 1935, left an estate of nearly £600,000. His will provided that his fortune should be divided between his brother, his two - sisters, and Countess Reventlow. It was only right that he should have so remembered his former wife; more than £400,000 of his estate was in two trust funds which she established for him in 1934. * ♦ ♦. PLAY THE GAME! Dear Percy Flage,—l noticed this among the sports notes of one of your contemporaries:— Mrs. Fabyan and Miss Marble (U.S.A.) walked over Mrs. King and ..'Sits. Pitman (U.SIA.), who scratched. • Mrs. King sprained her ankle. ■ Things must be pretty "willing** in ** tennis circles these days, don't you think? Wishing your column even nfore suo» cess, Yours sincerely, P. WILSON. '■■'. '.•'■'•■ • ♦ REMEMBER THE BIRDS. These are the hard days for th« birds, what with the semi-Antarctic winds, bitter rains, and the lack of natural foods. They are impotent, of themselves, to overcome the .ravages of midwinter, which means that they need all the help bird-lovers can give them. They cannot ask for such sustaining foods as fats, suet, and so forth, therefore their human friends and sympathisers must give to them the voluntary service that is essential- ' to their winter wellbeing. It is no trouble or hardship for anybody who loves these feathered creatures to render to theni what is indubitably theirs, so that they may live to' have , their nesting time and add to the loveliness bf the springtime to come. Prii> eessU-*£izab«tti--.'and .her- Sister, Margaret Rose, not only love the English birds: they hang out halved coconuts, monkey nuts, and bits of suet for them. Their interest'in them is inherited from their grandfather, the late King George V, who had wonderfullyequipped aviaries at Sandringham, Windsdr, and Buckingham Palace. It would greatly assist a most worthy cause in these islands if the Princesses' example were more .widely followed. •i , ' * * r . INFORMATION BUREAU. Dear Flage, Esq.,—Sir: Will you kind* ly inform me through Column 8 when the Boer War started, what month,; what year, and also when the First New Zealand Contingent went , into, camp at Newtown Park for training before leaving for South Africa?. JIB TOPSAIL. This matter was referred to the Wellington South African War Veterans* Association (Inc.). The association's honorary secretary, Captain J; L, Haseldene, replied as follows:— In reply to your letter of tKa 21st inst., I have to state that war between, the Boers and the British was declared on October 11, 1899. The First New Zealand Contingent went into camp on October 12, 1899, at Karori, not at Newtown Park, as stated by your, correspondent It was, the Second Contingent that camped 4fc Newtown Park. The First sailed in the Waiwera on October. 21, 1899, and in commemoration of that event hold their annual reunions on that date. Peace was signed at Vereeniging oil May 31, 1902, Our thanks to Captain Haseldentw , .' ■ ♦ # ♦ "STRANGERS YET.* Though the Dove and the Eagle May be perching together, We can scarcely describe them As "birds of a feather," . For the Eagle is conscious Of boldness and pride— H£ despises, while guarding, The dove at his side; And the Dove—what, I wonder, •Do doves think all day? Of sweet peace and submission, And innocent play? Or of feasting on olives, That drop from the tree Without fighting or effort, Since all things are free?. While the Eagle is fretting To range through the air, For he thinks, of all plunder The capture is fair. Though the Dove and the Eagle May perch side by side, The gulf set between them Forever is wide. ■ ■ ■ . ■■ ■ ■ A» ■ ■ • , .♦ *. ft .•■ . .- DENNIS. " . We knew C. J. Dennis years ago, when youth and ambition thrashed through our veins, and there was gold at the foot of the rainbow. He was a happy-goJucky fellow, taking all h« could from life, and he always had a spare "bob" for the bloke who had fallen on evil days. The mqst incorrigible "down-and-outer" never failed to "sting" Dennis for a "deener" or two. Twice we wandered into and through the precincts of "Little Lon'* and "Little Buk" . (Little Lonsdalo Street and Little Bourke Street) to watch the play of life, to look on theDoreens and their boy friends in their natural habitat, and peep into the wine; shops whose liquors were unforgettably evil. Dennis made his name (and a nice little fortune) when "The Sentimental Bloke" was filmed, and when that fountain of inspiration was* ex* hausted he did (among other things) a daily topical jingle for the Melbourne "Herald." Out of his film royalties he built a charming residence up in the paling-splitting .country," where ha made all the birds his devoted friends. He really loved those feathered ward* of his, and they will miss him; no fine» tribute could be paid to any man.