POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXXV, Issue 33, 9 February 1943, Page 4

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

Do not get excited. lYhen Hitler is dead the would-be Fuhrer, killer Himmler, will tea you all about it. * * * Tokio radio: "American people soon will have not much else,to eat besides cornmeal mush." ' '*■ * ■• y-"*' :'A AA Another winter on the frozen steppei and the visiting Nazi may learn the Russian trick—as described -in many grim novels—of sleeping in the oven. - * * ''.*''■''' H.V.W.: As a vegetarian Bernard Shaw supposes he will live for ever. Let us hope for posterity that it is strong and brave, and preferably a trifle deaf. * . ♦ *:. ■ KATUSHA. Have you heard of Katusha—the only secret weapon in the Russian repertoire that has been given any publicity? Katusha is a rapid-firing, high-calibre gun which has wreaked great havoc on the eastern front. When its shell! explode it hurls thousands of steel fragments in every direction. Report says that it is equipped with an electric device which destroys it when its; operator faces death or capture. * * * TOLD OFF. It was the first time the Home Guar* recruit had done night guard^dute His nervousness was increased by to*: knowledge that the Zone Commander] was expected to visit the post irtf consequence, when he heard footsteps* approaching in the dark, he became' flii^itpFGCl » ' * "Halt!"" he shouted with a fine shOMT ; of ferocity. "Who am I?" He was told in some detail. : •■>, '■■ •■•*'."-■.'■,* '' THE GOOD OLD DAYS. Idly perusing the "Cricketer" annudfc of 1937^8 the other day, I came acrosf an item which brought me to, all standj ing, so to speak. It was a descriptioif of a match played at Tanga. in Kenya;: and told of rain having delayed the start. "It was then," the article went on, "that one of the players had ag inspiration, and on his suggestion^ gallons of petrol were poured on the wicket and set alight. There was a huge cloud of smoke and the^pitcfc resembled a scene from Dante g •Inferno,' or a smoke screen during * naval battle, but the petrol did i& work well, and the intensei heat.dried] the wicket so effectively that it wa»j possible to lay.down'the matting and? beein play before lunch." Twent* gallons of petrol! Truly, those wer# the good old days. KING WILLOW. * * * GARDEN NOTES. ■ For downright treachery you; can't beat the rake Of the "garden variety" brand. _ ' Just tread on his "toes," and you 11 find ! it's no fake- — He'll hit f you just right where you stand. A . •_...-__. Perhaps you'll see stars in a nuge cavalcade As with inDlGnation you burn, And it's then that you'll call a spadt s a sp*de— ■•- . ~ . , '■ And everything else""m ! * * * - [ PRAYER. No fewer than 39 readers have ; answered the request of R-L-&. to supply him with the prayer of R. L. ; Stevenson—a Col. 8 record of its kind. » T-fpi*(a i*fc jg* The day returns and brings us the petty sound. of irritating concerns -and 1 duties. Help us to play the man, hel£ ; us to perform them with laughter and • kind faces. Let cheerfulness abound ' with industry. Give us to go blithely ; on our business all this day, bring us to ! our resting beds weary and content ; and undishonoured, and grant us in,. • the end the gift of sleep. • - This comes from prayers written al ; Vailima by Stevenson with an intro- ■ duction by Mrs. Stevenson. Our thanks, everyone.