POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 79, 30 September 1938, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

8Y PERCY FLAGB

After misrule —mob rule? * • • Apparently those Labour lads »fi Petone can give it, but not take it. « * * "Keese": What is that which is black and white and red all over? The Labour Party's manifesto. * * * Mr. D. McDougall, member fo» Mataura, broadcasts to the nation this evening. Who says that the Labour Cabinet ha^s no sense of humour? * * * "Hudd."'—lf Coates and Forbes start, ed a slump which spread all over the world, did Nash and Savage start the wave of prosperity which extended over the world? Well, did they? * * * BRAIN TEASER. The answer to last Saturday-s problem is 88024 53833. Further solution! were received from Don Jamie. ("Thia one was easy"), Arsenic Arnold, sen, "Pomb," Ogee ("a considerable im» provement on the previous one"), "Andy Minus Amos," "Jolly Good,'* "Hale Hitler," G.F.M., "Tommy," "Garibaldi," Mrs. J.8., "Dumbell,* "Pommy," and Alan. As usual, this space will not be empty tomorrow, even if we have to % write a hymn of hate to Adolf to fill ' it. .■■•■. •'' » • ; INQUIRY DEPARTMENT. Here, "Static," is the information you are looking for:— American radio interests have de« veloped a means of controlling a home wireless set from your armchair. With the new apparatus—a small dial-topped box weighing about two pounds—it is possible to change frpm station to" station, and to raise or lower the volume of sound at will. There are no connecting wires to the receiving set, and the device, which contains a radio tube and a dry cell as fundamental parts, operates from any distance up to 75 feet from thet receiving set to which it is synchronised. ♦ * ♦ . TIN-CHEMISE, i M.J.C. writes: "This is not original* \ of course; I dug' it out of an Austra? lian magazine. Rather priceless^ ■ don't you think?" t There is a statue of a woman in Si^ Peter's in Rome'with a tin chemise on. The statue is of Julia Faraese, i who was the most beautiful woman ot " her time and a sister of Pope Paul ' 111. When the Pope died, Julia i posed for a statue for his tomb, but ; she posed in the nude. One . morn* 1 ing not long after the statue ,was t completed guards found a dead mai* on the Pope's tomb. He had fallen in love with the statute and had taken, poison/so that he, might die in the. beautiml Julia's marble arms. When" people heard about . this, they were appalled, .and a tinsmith was ordered to make a chemise which now .cover* Julia from armpits to knees. »■*••♦ » '. : /jNAME.CfINfIDENC^Sj \ "Central Otago'? writes: DeariiFlage,-* If coincidental names are still topical* here is an actual "bunch" for you* amusing, interesting, and informatve ' column. Thirty years ago, what are r popularly regarded as the "three learn* 3 ed professions"—Divinity, Medicine, " and Law—were represented respective* " ly in New; Zealand's smallest borough, 1 Naseby, by a Christian (Rev. G. W. 1 Christian), a Church* (Dr. Robert fc Church), and a Kirk (Mr.', generally ' known today as Major, J. R. Kirk). Ta - crown it all, when the General Election t came round, bless me if it wasn't a » Chapel (Dr. W. A, Chappell) that stood - for the district! . In Ida Valley, too, i the Presbyterians- had a night (Rev. Knight), and the Roman Catholics K - day (Father O'Dea)! \ SENSE .AND NONSENSE, i Next to best bad verse come tru# 3 nonsense rhymes. Phil o' Math (you » know him, of course) has lent us a -col-. i lection of the latter jingles; they ap- > peared in the "Bulletin" some years i ago. An odd specimen, author Bishop • Corbet, started this racket in the early; ■, part of the 17th century. Here it iss I Like to the murdering love of unspok* • spee'ches, Or like a lobster gay in logic breeche%, I Or like the grey fur of a crimson cat, Or like a mooncalf in a slipshod hat " E'en such was he who spoke, and yet } no doubt . • _ , Spoke to small purpose when nts 3 • tongue was out. V _ mu»----1 Not so ravishing, in our opinion. TMt ' one, from "Punch," is more entertain* r ing:— , » 'Tis midnight, and the setting sun '. Is slowly rising in the west; x The rapid rivers slowly run, L The frog is on his downy nest; The pensive goat and sportive cow _ , Hilarious leap from bough to bough. Edward Lear's "Pobble" takes a - stronger hold on our fancy—thus: L The Pobble who has no toes Swam across the Bristol Channel, 5 But before he set out he wrapped hUJ; 1 nose —4 '■ In a piece of scarlet flannel. ! For his Aunt Jobiska said: "No haraa Can come to his toes if his nose i« 1 warm; • And it's perfectly known that aPobble's toes L Are safe —provided he minds nis-nos*. The Pobble swam fast and well, ; And when boats or ships came neat! him J He tinkledly-blinkledly winkled a bell So-that all the world could hear him. . . And all the sailors and admirals cried When they saw him nearing th« farther side: "He has gone to fish for his Aunt, Jobiska's w Runcible cat with crimson whiskers. That's enough for today, ■x- * . * DOWN TO EARTH. One early dawn-21 years ago aGerman air-squadron, led by a bngnt red tri-winged fighter, droned over the Allies' lines in France, loQkingfor trouble. It was Baron von Richthoefen's highly tinted "flying circus. Among the pilots was a Captain-Jacob von Wiegand, "The flying Dutchman, a veteran fighter, held in high esteem as a German war ace. When the Armistice came he was mustered out ot the German Air Force with a citation for having brought down 22 Allied planes in combat. Last month in Matawan, N. J. von Wiegand was digging trenches. Enrolled in Uncle Sam's army of WPA workers three months ago at 57 dollars a month, he was employed on a highway improvement project. The 50-year-old German wartime ace came to this country 10 yean ago. During his early years here, von Weigand barnstormed with air circuses, flew the New York to St. Louis air-mail route in 1923, later became ft professional air instructor. Undisturbed by his present plight, he lives with his American wife in a trailer parkej jnearby and continues to dig trehehti 1 i or, a. better cause than he fought tofe