POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXXII, Issue 107, 1 November 1941, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

With the gallant Russians it is a matter of go on or go under. * » ♦ Mussolini has nominated the Italian' navy for the Nobel Peace Prize. * * * Panzers in those biting blizzards must feel like those tailless lizards. * * * "These are great days," says a 8.8.C. commentator. And, of course, the black-outs. * * "• ♦ A woman is one, says "Bo," who remembers to the last detail what was worn by a 1911 bride, and doesn't know which of three playing cards was led. * *■■'■*, THAT'S CLEAR. "Japan Chronicle": The name of the Santos Maru will be changed to the Manju Maru and that of the liaplala Maru to the Kanju Maru. The Kokoku Maru will also be renamed the Gokuku Maru, as it has been liable to be1 confounded with the Hokoku Maru because of the similarity of pronunciation. * # * WHO? Who has not heard of the great Rat Rayan Ram Anand Mukhlis, who not only occupied some of the highest positions in the Mughal Empire, but also wrcte a very valuable history of • the Mughal dynasty? Who has not heard of the name of Pandit Daya Shankar Nasim, the immortal author of Gulyar-i-Nasim? asks the "Twentieth Century," Allahabad, India. * . * * LISTEN TO THIS. • In the harems if Irak a good wife costs. 50 dollars and an ordinary wife can.be had for "25 dollars. ' The wives have separate compartments in tha large desert tent, rarely quarrel with each other, and live on the understand* ing that if the sheik takes out out wife to the movies in Bagdad on Monday night, then he has to take a different one on Tuesday. * # * JUGGERNAUT. ' Dear Flage,—l hope that this is good enough for your column:— Along a little country road There comes an awful row. •You'd think that it's an army, . As does a poor old cow, Which promptly takes a somersault Into the nearest ditch, And hens all lay a dozen eggs Without a single hitch. Jt's not the Day of Judgment, Or Germans, rank on rank. Now I will tell you what it is: It's just a Simple tank. MIKE. * * * NICE WORK! He had managed to get a job as collector for a gas company. "Take this master key and go round and empty all the coin boxes; get all the pennies and shillings," said • the manager. . He was gone for three weeks. Then he walked into the office and an* hounced: "Can I have another key? I've lost t'other one." "Certainly," replied the. manager. "But where have you been all. thijL time? The cashier has stopped latij. every Friday night expecting you.to come for your wages." "Ba goom!" exclaimed the man, beaming, "do I get "wages as well?" ■*# ♦ • # SCHOOL'S IN. Do you know that— (1) Canada has a Churchill River which enters Hudson Bay at Fort Churchill? (2) Mr. and Mrs. Rollain christened their twelfth baby "Enough" when it was born, but when the thirteenth -arrived they named it "Too Much"? (3) Scientists are still trying to discover why "new" potatoes become "old"? (4) In Istanbul cyclists must show that they are capable of riding machines carefully in the heavy traffic? (5) Two Pitcairn Islanders, descendants of the Bounty mutineers of 1790, who are seeking divorce, are the first Pitcairn couple who have ever done so? (6) The 11 sons and daughters of Biggs Cox and Jutry Jemima Elizabeth Gertrude Hart Cox, of Jacksonville, are named Zadie, Zylphia, Zula, Zadoc, Zeber, Zenobia, Zeronial, Zeslie, Zeola, Zero, and Zelbert? (7) No fewer than 169 European farms in Kenya are now being run by • women while their menfolk are away on war service? (8) Costume cloths are to have fewer stripes, as the cotton with which they are woven into the material is being . rationed? (9). For the next three years Jewi will be allowed to enter Palestine to I the number of 14.000 a. year? (10) A "lovers' warning" is sounded in many South American cinemas^ ' just before the lights are turned u& in the theatre? ' ■ v - * * ♦ THE LITTLE WAVES OF BREFFNY. These lines, by Eva Gore-Booth, are requested by "Moira," who left • Old Ireland for this country nearly twenty, years ago. The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, And there is traffic on it and many a horse and cart, But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me, And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart, A great storm from the ocean goes shouting o'er the hill, And there is glory in it and terror in " the wind, But the haunted waves of twilight are very strange and still, And the little winds of twilight are dearer to my mind. The great waves of the Atlantic sweep storming on their way, Shining green and silver with th« hidden herring shoal. But the Little Waves of Breffny have drenched my heart in spray, And the Little Waves of Breffny go stumbling through my soul. ■ * * * RESIDUE. ' The following story appeared in a recent "Lancet":— The school M.O. was examining evacuees. As two boys were shown into the room he took one glance at them and then his face lit up as he exclaimed: "Aha, twins!" One of the boys disdained any reply, merely sniffing and wiping his nose on the bac'£ of his hand. The other, with a look of contempt for this prattling doctor, said flatly: "No, we're not twins." The 5.M.0., palpably deflated, motioned the boys to be seated while he took their names and addresses. Having finished this, he stood up with a look of triumph on his face. 4tl told you so!" he exclaimed. "You're as like as two peas; you have the same birthday* and you have the same father and mother. You're twins." "No, we're • not twins," said the more talkative one ' emphatically. "Well, what are you?" demanded the medical officer irrHably "We're all .that's left of triplets"