POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXXVII, Issue 5, 7 January 1944, Page 4

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

We're all rootin* For Vatutin. _ WKL * » * • There are Ten Commandments, Melisairle, but ten commandos have i spiked many of the Axis guns. * * «■ Overheard in a pub: "Yes, he's home on embrocation leave this week, and he's one of them wireless telepathists no*.v." « # » SECRET WEAPON. - America's secret weapon—a 4.2-inch, mortar with the power of a 155-milli-metre gun—is holding its own in all major theatres. It is said that American artillery officers have elevated the weapon above the famous French 75 ot the last war. It can be carried by its crew to an advanced position, assembled in three minutes, and can pour out shells comparable to the 155mm. every two seconds. « * * LUCKY. Two murderers, recently convicted in South Dakota, and sentenced to the electric chair, must thank wartime shortage of materials for the 'duration" reprieve that has been given them. The State Penitentiary has no electric chair, and when the warden applied for materials to build one, his application was refused by War Production Board officials on the grounds that building electric. chairs would only slow up the war effort! The prisoners must wait until the war is over. #■ " * > * NEVER CAPITULATE. It is Goebbels speaking: "The supreme law of war is—never capitulate. If we get over this war victoriously it will open the gates of the world for Germany. This has often been tried in our history, but seldom achieved. The chances-were never as great as at present. The Reich will end the war with a proud victory. The nation has only to be as determined as its leaders to hold its weapons firmly and be still unshaken on the battlefield when the last minute of the gigantic struggle comes. Who doubts that that will really be the case?" ~ Keep believing, Doktor. * ■«■ * THE RIVALS. I heard a bird at dawn, Singing sweetly on a tree, That the dew was on the lawn And the wind was on the lea; But I didn't listen to him, For he didn't sing to me. I didn't listen to him, For he didn't sing to me That the dew was on the lawn, And the wind was on the lea; I was singing at the time Just as prettily as he. I was singing all the time, Just as prettily as he, About the dew upon the lawn And the wind upon the lea; So I didn't listen to,him As he sang upon a tree. —JAMES STEPHENS. This is a request poem. * *. * INFORMATION. Percy Flage,—l don't know who else to write to for this knowledge, so perhaps you can help me. Approximately ten minutes ago I was watching the sky and saw what «at first appeared to be a shooting star. However, we watched it for. about ten minutes, and it was like a light moving across the sky, very slowly, a light that flickered. The only explanation I can think of is that it was a lighted plane, but it was so very high that this seems doubtful. Also, we could hear no hum of the motor. I know that if it was a plane you won't be able to tell me, and I do not wish to know if it is anything that is information, but if there is some simple explanation, could you please tell me by way of your column? 'Tis just to satisfy my curiosity alone that I am writing. Thanking you, (Miss) K. POPE. It was an illuminated meteorological wind direction balloon.