POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXXVIII, Issue 69, 19 September 1944, Page 4

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

* These Russians certainly know" how to speed the parting pest. . •s- ■ * • •' * ■-';. "In our anxiety to be a half-brother to the world let us not become halfbaked brother to the universe."—Captain Eddie Rickenbacker. ■■ ' «■ «■ * An American private, somewhat shaggy, failed to pass inspection, and \ exclaimed: • "There was no one to cut my hair." He was the company barber. * *- * FANATICAL. Some of Hitler's troops, hanging on desperately, appear, to have been doped with fanatacin. ' * * * • ,NICE SHOOTING. A Fiji n.c.o. saw trees growing inland in the Solomons that only flourI ashed at the water's edge. He told American soldiers. They opened artillery fire and destroyed a camouflaged Japanese post. , j. .' GIGLI. Beniamino Gigli, effusive Italian tenor, told reporters in Rome that the news of his death was exaggerated, and explained that his enemies were responsible: "They are jealous of me. They are always saying things about me. First, that I am a Fascist. Now, that I am dead." * *- * TREASURE HUNTING. After the war aeroplanes will indicate to their pilot-prospectors whether there is gold in the earth beneath them. The prediction was made at the American Institute of Mining and Metallurgical Engineers by Hans Lundberg, of Toronto, one of the world's foremost men in»prospecting methods. He said that instruments in the cockpit of the aeroplane would register the presence below of unseen mineral formations. « * * SPRING-CLEANING. Oh, why should the month of September . Be the time a man dreads most— When his home goes all topsy-turvy, And he's chivvied from pillar to post?" When tempers are short, And face, are long, And life's not a bit Like a poet's song, While outside, the flowers Dance with delight. For Spring is here, • And gone is the night. Why ■ can't there be music, And laughter and mirth, When Springtime comes To gladden the earth? . But inside the house There's nothing but gloom, For Mum wages war With cleaner and broom. UNDERGROUND CITY. There were underground cities before bombing attacks drove people underground. Some years ago there was one in Wieliczka, Poland. Called the City of the Salt Mines, it had a population of, over 1000, and was situated several hundred feet below the earth's surface. It had its own town hall, theatre, and assembly-room, with a beautiful church decorated with statues all fashioned from pure crystallised rock salt. Well-graded streets, spacious squares, lighted with, electricity, completed this underground city. Legend had it that many inividuals of this remarkable place had never seen the sun.

Although there is an' instance of an underground chapel in a Welsh, coalpit, men never remain down the pit longer than seven and a half hours, except in a case of emergency.

—H. Trembath.