POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXVIII, Issue 131, 30 November 1939, Page 12

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment '

BY PERCY OAGI

■) Stalin would make a line Santa : Claws. ' ;■■■■-• •How can one keep the wolf froni the door*, if the stork*keeps flying in through the window? ' . ■ . . ..V Angeline:. We hear that Adolf, has been anxious to come in out of. tha rain, since reading Neville's article; > "Mem Gamph." , (Apologies to A.P.H.) .. : .■ - ■■■■* , ■-■ *■; .. ■• ."■ .:'-'-.v^':' Little' Audrey: Sound reasoning. If. . import control continues and importers, merchants, and employees are put out of business, why should the Government introduce conscription, uncle? » .: -"• ■■• ~ .■ tt INFORMATION DEPT. "Allergic" v(Takaka):j "Allergy" is not a new word. It goes back quit* a number of years. It isa medical term, meaning a hypersensitivity which causes various diseases such as hayfever. People can be allergic to eggs, certain vegetables, and even silk. Beaulivre: The fable that the swan ■ sings beautifully just before it dies is very ancient, though baseless. Swans do not "sing" at all, inVthe ordinary sense of the term, and the only one for which song of any kind, can be claimed is the Whistling Swan, of Iceland. ■- i H.G.: That's a matter you could well look up for yourself. This is our especially busy time. -» t * THE BOSS AND THE LEADER. - The boss drives his men; the leader coaches them. The boss depends on authority; the leader on good will. The boss inspires fear; the leader inspires enthusiasm. The boss says "I"'; the leader says "we." The boss says "get here on time"; the leader gets there ahead of time. The boss fixes the blame for the break- - down; the leader fixes the breakdown. • The boss knows how it is done; tha leader shows how. The boss makes work a drudgery; tha leader makes work a game. The boss says "Go!" The leader says "Let's Go!" . —H. Gordon Selfridge ' "JUPKIN.", Goebbels's lack of popularity among the people is aptly proved ~by the undiluted joy exhibited by taxi-drivers „ and barmen, charwomen and , street workers when the news of a Goebbels black eye or political setback begins to circulate, says "Life." " During his last 'illness which, tabloid reports to contrary, was intestinal catarrh, the Propaganda Ministry was deluged by anonymous telephone calls from coinbox phones^the conversation in each ',- case being somewhat as follows: "How is Dr. Gobbels today?" "He is pro-, gressing nicely, thank you." "Too bad!" «, "Jupkin," by thd way, is the, nick- , name by which P. J. Goebbels in ' known in his native Rhiheland: it is an unflattering diminutive in Rhenish dialect meaning "insignificant little Joe." ' ■k -A * SHRAPNEL. .' Tea made from blackberry leaves is \he 'latest suggestion' <made-' tob'housewives by the Nazi radio. But what "will happen when the leaves fall is not stated. A Cologne newspaper claims to have found "convincing proof" that it w,a3 the British Secret Service,"and not the Bolsheviks, who murdered the Tsar of Russia and 'his family during . the^- . Great W_ar! . s f "A war with Germany-Russia against the West of Europe would be an overwhelming catastrophe. Its" end would be the end of Germany."—Heir Hitler ("Mem Kampf" 1933 edition). Blacked-out. —A whole edition of the official "London Gazette. has been lost in a black-out. The wrong address to which At was sent for distribution can-, not be traced. > Today's rumour. Stalin has asked Hitler to visit Moscow to be invested with the Order of the Iron Doublecross. (With acknowledgment to Some* body and the "News and Advertiser,* Yorkshire.) * * * MQRNING TEA MONOLOGUE. Dear Mr. Flagge,— / I write in Me ole plumbago's' back again, The which I 'ad larst year the time Mysterious* began to climb, An' lamb (with mint), also green peas, An' even strawb'rries, if you 'please, Came to be eaten; they was nice, Though wasn't they a nawful price. > Do you remember that? I'll bet You don't. It's easy to forget , - For men like you. I know larst year Pore we was, either there and 'ere, Though I did 'int with all, my powerf, That as I didden 'aye v no flowers' I'd take them kindly, if you would • Send same ( along.- It was no good. You didden bite, an', may T add, ' . I'm still without 'em, good or-bad. Since life are mostly froth-'n'-bubbla I 'ope, sir, you won't get my trouble, Becos I guess you're like most men Who jest "can't take it" now or then. Which, you'll permit me for to say, , In Bill's own words an' my own way. I only trust, Flagge, you're as well As I'am not, but truth to tell, I feel when Chrismus comes along, Singin' a very 'appy song, I'll get from you a nice surprise— 'Ope never falters, never dies. I've earned a raise, dear Mr. Flagge, Though I was never one to brag, An' never will be. Wishin' you Will live to see the blood bath through,, • I send this letter at first 'and . . . Say—who's, that girl friend Melisandef ''Wisterias.1 • * * OUT ON CROONERS, TOO. Dear Mr. Flage,—A perusal of this evening's (Nov. 27) programme of the Tramways Band makes pleasant readnig, and helps to restore- our belief that there were and still are such people as British composers and musicians. Comparing this programme with that of today's (and this applies to 90 per cent, of every day's programmes broadcast by our socalled national services), the latter makes sorry reading. Even granting that German and other foreign music - and musicians may be "soul-inspiring, majestic," and all the other : superlatives their devotees ascribe to them, is the Empire so bankrupt' of talent that she cannot share on a 50-50 basis at least? ' Willy Nilly we have to accept the efforts of someone with an unpronounceable, tongue-twisting, sneezing name which means nothing to the average listener, and whose alleged genius is so lavishly wasted on him or her. ' We certainly can do with less foreign stuff, less Hill Billy slush, and more honest-to-goodness home-made British music and song. There is plenty equal to the best produced elsewhere. Surely our national talent deserves it; and our national pride should cony» mand it. Yours, etc., i , J.H.W. /