POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXXIV, Issue 75, 25 September 1942, Page 4

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

Those equinoxes leave us cold. * .. . * *

General Tojo, always boasting, May one fine day get a roasting.

Boiling oil in Stalingrad would be quite a nice preparation for the Nazis to pack up for Hades. # * *

The old proverb of the ChetniJks, "Better to be in a grave than to live as a slave," is the slogan of the Yugoslavia insurrection aries.

General Yamashita: "I would consider a triumphal entry into London, but I have no plans to hold one for the fall of Madagascar." .

NO MISPRINT,

Cable news: "It was pitiful to watch the Japanese trying to fight the tanks with rifles and machine-guns, the bullets of which glanced off the [armour-plate harmlessly." Is this not a misprint that should read "beautiful," or are we going soft? "CAVENDISH." ! * »■■■»'■-. i THE HOUSING PROBLEM. The Magistrate has now decided . That those who have the law derided Must sample prison's gloom. But, till some vacancies exist, They must go on the waiting list, At present there's no room. A.S.

WIPE HIM OUT.

' R.M. writes: I hope you do not think I am presumptuous, but I was wondering if the following contribution would interest you in view of the big collection for clean cotton rags for .the Armed Services which is to take place next Saturday?

"Clean cotton rags, clean cotton rags. Take 'em from your cupboards and put 'em in bags. They're needed by the Services, they're needed there in swags, They're collecting them on Saturday, Those clean . . . cotton . . . rags.' 7

Or, in other words: "Wipe the floor with Hitler."

MORNING TEA MONOLOGUE. There's one thing I would like to be. It's called a Lan Girl fine-'n'-free. I'd do real well way outer town Chasm' the wile calfs up-'n'-down With 'appy larfter, while their ma's Moo like a bull come from its wars. I can't milk cows or calfs these days Seem' as 'ow in means-'n'-ways, I useter feed the fowls when young, Smoked out the bees, ah' 'ow they

stung, v An' though the ole, man swore a bit, Like me 'c diden run-'n?-'it.

Then there was 'orses 'airy-legs What brought 'ome daddy's beer in kegs, - An' mother orfen 'ad a drop Though she would know, dear, when to stop, x Bein' a Lan Girl braven bold ... Who was it said I 'it-'n'-'old?

HALLEY'S COMET.

Dear P.F., —Other readers will pro- t bably have given more exact data of Halley's Comet. I cannot give full dates, but it was in the year 1910 that the comet was visible—a magnificent sight—'•in Wellington—sweeping its tail, like that of an immense white peacock, over a great area of sky. Comets of such prestige are traditionally credited with announcing the deaths of kings and famous persons. In 1910 died King Edward VII; also Mrs. Eddy, the celebrated founder of the Christian Science movement, who was in her ninetieth year.

By the way, Tika, an >old friend, tells us that the Hataitai Bowling Club arrived on this earth along with Halley's Comet in or about 1910. Also, that the club has worn the comet from its beginning. '■ ' _