POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXVIII, Issue 21, 25 July 1939, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comm&ni

BY PERCY FLAGE

Paradox. As our give-the-world-a---le'ad Government is not living within its income, it must be living without it. -■■■■■•■ ■ .. • # * * K.—ln the racing notes in a recent publication from Home, the informal , , tion was vouchsafed that Hustling Walter would be infthe money soon. ,'•'*■ ■■■■*■■ * That southerner who declared that the New Zealand Government had been advised from Home to prepare for war next month.or September, should be ( I made to eat his words —newspaper clipping and all. « * » NEW JERUSALEM. * And no one will make any profit, And no one will have any cash, .- All shall live for the joy of working, For Messrs. Savage and Nash; The saints are already provided, There's Michael and Peter and Dan; So let's, build the new Jerusalem .■ According to Socialist plan. ; ' • ROSENEATH. i « * * ['' . . GONE! '■ ; The budgerigar seems to be related • to "The Lost Ten Tribes"; these, to i judge by the almost daily advertise-. rhents, are not more lost than the : budgie. It, like New Zealand's credit, ; has "fiew'd awa'." R.J.P. ; KNOW THEIR ONIONS. , ~ [ And the New Zealand Chinese know t how to cancel the bite of the Nip- . ponions, don't they? Boy, we're doin' " fine. Evens on that before long. | There'll be no • nip on the menu. \ Cheerio, must nip on off home now.— , Yours, HI HUM r " ■■ ■ ' (Low Comedian). ' P.S.: Nasty nip'n the air thes« ' mornings, eh? * ■' ■ * ' » ' ; KING-HALL. [ Last week somebody telephoned us i requesting details concerning Stephen -- King-Hall, who had broken into the- , cables with one of his News-Letters. [ Commander S. King-Hall retired "from , the Navy in 1929. He is now editor I and proprietor of the 'K-H News-Letter, t a publication which has a considerable > circulation at Home, due largely (it is said) to its more-or-less deft out- ' spoken- handling of- international , matters. King-Hall has a lengthy list '- of publications to his credit. These r include "Imperial Defence," "The China of Today," "Our Own Times," two , volumes (with lan Hay), and a nun> £ ber of plays and fictional works, t ■ .'■ J■*■■* "■ l■ »■ ; SALUTE. > ' One day in 1916, whilst standing- in the Strand wsltirfg for a chance to cross, a stranger noticed a young officer standing beside him fiddling with , ' a walking-stick in that indefinite way . that blind people do. • He. was about • to offer the officer his arm when he heard a voice on the other side of. him, doing just that. The voice came from a poekel edition of a man, resplendent in brass hat, red tabs, and crossed swords on his shoulder. He was about 50. years of age. The- boy. was about 20. with one small pip on his shoulder. " The general led him across, with the stranger- tagging behind. When-"the* other side was reached, the boy fished ' in his -pocket until he dug out six-" pence, which he pressed into the other's hand. Red Tab looked bewildered for a moment, but quickly - pulled himself together. With a grand 7 clicking of heels and the most perfect of stiff salutes, he murmured, with 3 teirs ixi hi?- vrice, "Thank you, sir." 7 (A "New Yorker" story which comei i- to us frorq^the S.A.S. syndicate.) i .•"■ * • * t LIFE'S JOURNEY., 3 (Our original Bellerive in a serious , moment.)' 1 In every life there comes a testing day: ' Two paths ahead and we must choose . 7 one way. ' ' No soul can help us, -we alone" must As we move onward: time brooks no delay. " The hard path often turns out to be - ' the. best ■ . % i For if we choose wisely, its end is » peace and rest. - With truth in the heart, the way will I be clear;' ; Face then your future, iind banish your '■> fear.- ---; MILMAY.. )»■ • * * ; "PADDY THE WANDERER." We are indebted to L.E.J. for the 'r following first-hand information con- . cerning "Paddy the Wanderer"' from . the original owner of that rather ret markable dog. > Just 13 years ago, a personal friend [ of mine took home a wee Airedale ; puppy as a present to his little grand* I daughter, who was then 18 months old. „ This' puppy was bred at Mountain I Kennels at the Hutt, his sire; being ■;■, Angloterre, a fine dog imported from , France, and his dam .was imported , from England, so he came of wonderful parentage, and was a real aristo- [ ciat : in the canine world, he and his I brothers being , valued at 18 'guineas each at weaning. The parents of the j wee lass named the puppy Dash,;and t she at once adopted him as : her..playmate. The little girl and the dog grew; I up together. They were inseparable I pals arid playmates^ and the dog be■came the child's shadow and protector - s —no visitor could go near the child t till he or she had been approved-by ;. Dash. One day when Ganfy (grandad) 1 and his small granddaughter and the ■. dbg were leaving home for their usual-. 2 walk. Dash was attacked by an Alsas tian. TJie clash ended ■ with the at- - tacker rushing off howling dismally, 1 with a gash four inches'in length on c his jside face. When Dash was N two yeai-s old his playmate died of pneu- ;. monia. and he so mourned for his little 3 pal that he ate no food for days.. He \ took to wandering in the streets, Jook--3 mz always for her. which marked the beginning" of his life as a nomad. Once 1 he" was found near Taita, trotting - around a school playground" and look- • ing eagerly at all the, children. He 3 would come home occasionally; but go • away again, and so he became a con--1 stant wanderer, apparently "'searching everywhere and always for the: one J he was so devoted to. —He had a bed 1 provided for him in a taxi-men's office, and he obtained'his breakfast daily at | the Nelson boat and the inter-island : fefry boat. But he would look to no . lone as his master, and was self-reliant, maintain ing hi? wanderings for about eleven years till the end of his life '. last week. Years after His pal's death i Dash encountered the grandad and an* ; other granddaughter on the waterfront, and in a sort. of " semi-recogni- ; tion made a great fuss of the little : girl. He became so excited that he ■ had to be restrained. And what an ' aristocrat he was among dogs, concludes' L.E.J. He certainly qualified for' his . public name of "Paddy • the Wanderer," ■ and now he has gone to the Doggies' Valhalla, and no man can know whether he has at last found the object of his life-long quest.