POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXXVI, Issue 64, 13 September 1943, Page 4

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

It was only when Italy turned its back on Germany that the Blonda Beast once again called upon'the Almighty for aid. * *. .*■.-'

U.S.—Do you know the difference between the strategy of Churchill and Hitler? Churchill marshals his forces, whereas Hitler forces his Marshals.

Lieutenant-General Stilwell: "I feel that we have a hell of a hard job . ._. but there is a hell waiting for Tojo and his gang."

MORE TROUBLES,

Homer P. Rainey, President of ' the Texas University: "The troubles of the world will not end with the war, for the war itself is merely the violent outgrowth of major problems against which people everywhere are rebelling."

COLOURED CORPORAL.

A couple of majors who had been on a mission that took them to a good many Army posts found during, their trip that most of the men assigned to chauffeuring them drove with a true soldier's1 reckless disregard for life and limb. When, at a camp in the Middle West, they were assigned a coloured corporal who drove them at a conservative thirty miles an hour, they felt compelled to compliment him. "Well, suhs," he said. "Ah look at it, dis way—Ah'm in disshere jeep too."

BRIGHT SIDE, H.P.K. writes:—

Utility furniture is being supplied to newly-weds on the instalment system. Thus enabling them to build their love nests with a little down.

A welfare officer says beer creates gaiety. By its gravity. Old'films are being boiled down to make glue. Many of them deserve a sticky end. : Crystal receiving sets now have a definite value as antiques. But we can't get much on them. Dublin is developing a shoe industry. A new Irish brogue? Goering is said to be the only Nazi chief who does not seem to have aged. Keeps that buoyish appearance. - -

THE WAR.

A wave of elation is sweeping the

land; No wonder, "sez you," from the news

that's to hand: Our big bombs are blasting to hell sour Frit 2, ■ While eastward Joe Stalin succeeds with his blitz. And now, Mighty Monty's just let himself go, Has seized, and is wrenching, the Jackal's sore toe, And Winston and Franklin have cooked something nice To be served on the Japs, with T.N.T. spice! So chuck up your caps, boys, things; look "mighty swell"— In ev'ry direction the war's going welL ■■■■; -cl.

INTIMATION. 091678: Well try to find that ode. X.: That matter of history; has already appeared in this feature. Yvonne Loui ("Ode to An Aeroplane"): See above. G.H.H.: Not particularly poetic. E.M.S.: Nearly, but not quite. Just A Wellington: Too much Peter and Wally and others. C: You Mave given us much better work than this. Noname: An election note rather clever, but one we dare not touch. " 'Olland": Suggest you forget it. M.8.: Well said, but your comment is over long. . In a Jam (Upper Hutt): It is not the right thing for us' to play up that candidate.

£).: Try the short story on the "Bulletin," George Street; Sydney.