CHURCH OF ENGLAND APPEAL.

Greymouth Evening Star, 6 May 1940, Page 12

CHURCH OF ENGLAND APPEAL.

[per press association.]

WELLINGTON, May 6. At the request of the National Patriotic Fund Board, and in the interests. of economy, of unity and of presenting a united appeal to the public, the Church of England Military Affairs Committee announces that it has decided to merge its appeal in that of the National Patriotic Fund Board. In a statement' read in church yesterday, the Committee stated: — “In support of the action of the • Military Affairs,.Committee, .it .should be explained: (1.) That there has been considerable misunderstanding of the original decision nf the. Church of .England to ‘contract out’ of the Government scheme. (2) That Church of England people were being asked to bear a double burdon, as they felt their obligation to subscribe to public - as well as to Church appeals. (3) That the prime object of the Church of England in contracting out was to secure the opportunity for spiritual ministrations which they feared might not be provided for under the original design of the National Patriotic Fund Scheme. These have been very adequately guaranteed, and the objects of the Church of England thereby attained.”

The Committee reports that the sum collected since war was declared exceeds £ll,OOO, the greater portion of which has been expended on erecting and furnishing huts at Papakura, Trentham*and Burnham, and other work for the forces.

Restaurant Car Waiter (to Yorkshire diner): Would you like a couple of poached eggs on toast, sir? Traveller: Aye, that’ll be all reet if tha’ has noa plates. At first the world was thought to be flat, then it was found to be round, nowadays it’s crooked. Doctor: You must avoid all forms of excitement. Male Patient: But, doctor, can’t I even look at them on the street? Women appeal to men —and they usually get what they appeal for. Customer (to head waiter): Just as a matter of curiosity, did the waiter who took my order leave any family? She: You’re getting corpulent. He: Corpulent nothing! I’m a. lieutenant already. Heard at an Irish restaurant. Diner: I see you’ve three of my favourites on to-day. Which’ll I have? Pat: Oi advise stew, sir, an’ then ye’ll hiv the whole bloomin’ lot. <