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Greymouth Evening Star, 21 September 1949, Page 4

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We’ve painted and papered and plastered Till.our place is as neat as a pin. Now our house is completely done over, And we are completely done in! —Richard Armour, U.S.A. #«« ♦ » The candidate was making door-to-door visits. One door was opened by a stern-visaged woman. “Well?” she asked. “To what party does yoqr husband belong, madam?” “Young man,” she replied, bristling, “I’m the party he belongs to.” —Glasgow Weekly News. . « « >:< « The following story was told to me as being absolutely authentic, writes a New Zealand journalist, Nevile Webber, from London:— At hustling Waterloo railway station a disreputable military policeman lay on a'* bench, tunic unbuttoned, cigarette in mouth, cap over eyes. Up marched an obvious colonel, dressed in civilian clothes, eyes flashing, and moustache bristling with indignation. “Stand up, man. Look like a soldier.” • \ “Eh, chum?” ' “Dammit, what’s your number? Who’s your C. 0.?” screamed the colonel. ■ “Now, look, ’ere, mate. . . .” At this stage a man in shirt-sleeves intervened. The “policeman,” explained this man (a film director), was an extra waiting to take his place in a scene of the picture “Seven Days to Noon.” Exit one spluttering colonel. —The Seeker