POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXXVIII, Issue 81, 3 October 1944, Page 4

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

Hangars'- will soon be horribly hungry. #_•■■■*. ♦ Gracie Fields rang Joe Stalin. "What will thee do, lad, with Hitler when . thaa cops 'im?" Joe: Knout. BINDY. * » * I Australian soldiers who marry while ! away from home on active service will receive free passages to Australia for their wives and families, if any, from the Australian Government at the end of hostilities. * * ♦ • ■; »• INQUIRY. ■ I wonder if you would kindly insert in your column an inquiry for ; me. I am anxious to get hold of some lines entitled, "King John and the Abbott of Ganterbury," which was a piece published many years ago in, I think, the "Dagonet Reciter." Thanking you in anticipation.—Yours truly, G. T. WITHERS. Will some 'Scripter oblige? . ■-. ' * ♦■■•-'• .FALSE ALARM. The desire to sleep in church seems to have been usual all down, the ages. Wesley and other preachers found it often so annoying that they could' hardly continue when they saw a sleeping member, writes G.I.T. It happened that on one occasion Wesley was more than troubled with slumberers. Suddenly he shouted loudly, "Fire—." The sleepers woke up with a start, and Wesley continued: ."— awaits in hell those who ignore worship in church." Spurgeon had another idea. He went so far as to walk down « the aisle and shake a sleeper by the shoulder. * * •» "MAKARIA." Many Italian folk songs praise macaroni as the highest of all earthly joys. To the Italian love and madroni go together very well. It is "said that the name originated wh,en a gour- • met, tasting it for the first time, exclaimed: "Ma! Cari!—Ma! Caroni!" (Oh, lovely! Oh, loveliest!) But that's just a legend. The word in reality comes from the ancient Greek "Makaria"—"bliss"—and was used for the first time by the Greeks who settled in Italy during the Hellenic period. * ■ ♦- * THE LAND GIRL. Sing a song of Land Girls, Up before it's light, With four-and-twenty jobs to do Before the breakfast bite; When the breakfast's over There's little to be done, Except to plough the furrow , And let the harrows run, And shear the sheep, and top the beet, And feed the squealing swine, And brush the hedge, and thatch the rick, • And milk the gentle kine, And.,spread the muck, and sow the ~,. . . ' * And cle%n and dress the land, s Andfvthingsj like that which city folks Can,.never c understand. ' ''ei^-Dorothy Allen, W.L.A. This vetservQanie -to "Betty," from Sussex, England ._ Sin!*, * rMiVt> * oi?yi*s BLAqK^JRD. > T : The most inveterate of the sun is the blackbird," VHls pulpiV the highest point on mast, -tree, or building, from where with?hi^itlossy feathers gleaming in the golden?; light that surounds him like,a halo, his tiny throat quivering, he pours from an orange beak shrill'clear notes in rapturous praise of his fiery diety. The sky and earth is his church and any passerby his congregation. He keeps this tryst at the first touch of .rosy dawn and still facing the light he loves so well his cheering song continues until the last ray fades. If life seems drab and distressing, listen to this optimistic singer. It is one of the best antidotes for life's miseries. "ADMIRER ROMANTIC." .