POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXL, Issue 149, 21 December 1945, Page 6

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY PERCY FLAGE

Did you know that Jenny Lind, tht famous singer, claimed that the bird! first taught her how to sing? * ■....'■■# . * "There are no sugar daddies in the world who are going to provide us with the things we need. There is only one way by which we can get them and that is by hard work."—Sir Stafford Cripps. . * * * _. Impetus has been given to the movement for the reunion of Christian Churches by the sacrifice of four chaplains of four different denominations who gave their lives to save soldiers when a troopship was torpedoed in the Pacific. » • # SCALPED! Esther Schium, a 19-year-old strawberry blonde, walked into the Detroit district prosecutor's offices with her beautiful tresses in a paper • bag instead of on her head. She said that . paratrooper Robert Bolton' cut off her hair when she returned his car to him 12 hours late. '.'That's what we did to women in France who disobeyed," he told her, producing the shears. •» * * ' TO AUSTRALIA FOR £10. According to the "Sydney Telegraph" the Australian Government has offered to accept British emigrants, on payment of a fare of not more than £10, with all additional costs paid by the British and Australian Governments. The two Governments are now negotiating on the proportion each should contribute. Other arrangements for free passages to. British demobilised, service men and women, and. their dependants, are being discussed. * * •■ * ATOMIC AT ISLAND BAY. Pat and Mick were out fishing in a small boat off Island Bay in Cook Strait. A northerly / wind arose and drifted them off-shore, despite every effort -to row back. Exhausted, they look-ed at each other and Mick said: "Sure, it looks'as if we will never get home, Pat." Oh, I don't know," said Pat. "If we could only get a tow Mick we would be all right." "Holy smoke, Pat! God forbid —what the devil would we want wid. wan ay those awful things? Home! Begobs—sure its skyhigh in smoke and dust we would be blown —in no time ; Ad.H. * * * ON THE TARARUAS. Beyond that ridge a greater, And pure is the high blue line Of eager summits riding ■ Over the cold cloud shine. We hump .our packs to the wind, We turn to the mist our faces, Strength comes into the spirit From calm and lone places. The birds of the wide air know us • And the rock where nothing grows; And we plumb the heart of silence Under the flaring snows. ... Though the gale like a hunter follows, Though the gulfs are harsh.to the skies. We climb for the fever, climbing; We tent where the^llo^he^ *',*■ * COULDN'T BE BELIEVED. Sir Orme Rowan-Hamilton, former Chief Justice of Bermuda, told several good stories of his legal career to a friend recently. One of the best was about an Irishman called Mehafrerty, who had pleaded not guilty. Half-way through the hearing of the case he suddenly reversed his plea to one or ■ ciiiltv ■ "The Judge instructed the jury to return a verdict accordingly, but in spite of this they insisted on finding the man not guilty. After the prisoner had been discharged, the Judge asked the foreman of the jury to explain their action. ■ ■ ■ : ~ , * "Sure," said the foreman, 'Mehafferty's the biggest liar in the countryside. If he' said ~he- was not: guilty, he'd be guilty, but when \he says he's guilty Lyou can bet your life that he's as innocent as a new-born babe!"