POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXXVII, Issue 15, 19 January 1944, Page 4

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

White butterflies will almost wail When parasites sit on their tail. » * * Whale steaks are on sale in American cities. They may appear in British shops. * * *..--■ Two hundred million listeners hear' 8.8. G. broadcasts in 49 languages, for a period averaging 71 hours a day. ■» * *■ INQUIRY. Dear Percy Flage,—l would be much obliged if one of your- readers could inform me where I could obtain a copy of Winston Churchill's speech after the fall of Dunkirk. I want this for an American friend, and wish to post it to the States. Read your column nightly. Good luck to you.—Yours faithfully, • H.G.F. * * * DOG, NOT FROG. A working party of Italian prisoners were being marched back to their quarters when a bulldog walked out of a gate, planted itself in the middle of the road, ahd growled a challenge. One or two of the Italians, not caring how they slandered the bulldog breed, shouted: "Mussolini!" "Mussolini hell!" retorted a British guard indignantly. "That's Winston Churchill!" Contributor: Georgie Porgie. * ■ «■ * BEAUTY IN WORDS. A well-known British novelist and a representative American poet have recorded their choices of the ten most beautiful words in the English language. The British selection was: Carnation, azure, peril, moon, forlorn, heart, silence, shadow, April, and apricot. The American chose: Dawn, hush, lullaby, murmuring, tranquil, mist, luminous, chimes, golden, and melody. it * * ALL CLEAR! A sailor called "unexpectedly on his fiancee. He found her all dressed up and ready to go to a dance. "That's the spirit," he told her. "No need to be gloomy." Just then the telephone bell rang, and the sailor answered it. ,« "What?" he said. "Oh, yes—judging from the number of U-boats we've sunk, \ I should certainly think so." And he hung up the receiver. "Who was that?" asked the girl. "Oh," said the sailor, "just a fellow who wanted to know if the coast is clear!" * i> # IN KENT TERRACE. The City Fathers thought and thought, And all around the city sought A likely spot in which to sport A Garden Plot. The opening day dawned grey, but ' found A goodly crowd to view the ground. We heard the band, and hung around The Garden Plot. It rained and rained, the winds did blow, The little seeds fought hard to grow, And men were senfc to deftly hoe The Garden Plot.' But now we view the sun-scorched SCGHG The withered plants no longer green, Even though .the scrim did screen The Garden Plot! JASEY . * .- * * ' INFORMATION. So far as can be ascertained, "Old Aussie," the "Bulletin" is in its 64th year. Four strange and arresting characters, J. F. Archibald, William Macleod, James Edmond, and S. H. Prior shaped the character of the "Bulletin," and its present editor, J. E. Webb, continues the tradition. Archibald,.the original editor,,gave the "Bulletin" its early ribald attitude and laid the foundation of its style. Edmond, who followed Archibald, was regarded in Australia as the most remarkable journalist the continent ever knew. • Norman Lindsay is still working in his studio.