WHAT OTHERS SAY

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVI, Issue 23507, 18 November 1939, Page 5 (Supplement)

WHAT OTHERS SAY

"What Hopes!" JT is thought that one reason why Herr Hitler did not declare war on Poland is that he" expects to be eligible for next year's Nobel Peaco Prize. —Punch, London. Nasty "TYON'T trust the Germans." roared Pat. "They're the soart o' fellas that smack ye on the back before yer faco wi' wan hand, and knock the eye out o' ye behin' yer back wi' a bomb wi' the other." —-Tho Illustrated Sporting and Dramatic News, London. Politician • H IS , campaign was n pleasant one, And worthy, here, of note; He only kissed the babies who Were old enough to vote. —Elizabeth Fowler Draper in tho Saturday Evening Post. Wallah TT'S a bit early to judge yet whether the Base-Wallah is in for as good a time as formerly. That savage and hilarious short story by C. E.- Montaguo called "Honours Easy" (which you ought to look up) ." depicts _ the superior Base-Wallah of 1914-18 in all his glory, calm, cool, elegant, displayed, and regardant, loftily collecting multicoloured ribbons and scorning the combatant world. The inferior Base-Wallah collected no ribbons, but, in compensation, got first pick of publicly-sub-scribed home-comforts, such as knitted wear and cigarettes. —D. B. "Wyndham Lewis in the Bystander. London. Doves

TT will require more than the word of Dr. Goebbels to dispose of tho revelations about the Nazi leaders' fortunes in America. The luxurious habit of his own household, so well advertised in press and cinema (apparently on something like the Hollywood scale), had already raised general speculation as to the scale of salaries paid by Hitler to his press agent. General Goering, too, had been indiscreet as to his personal tastes and whims. The German leaders may not in other ways emulate the dove, but the art of feathering the nest seems to be very well understood. ■ —Observator' in The Observer, London

Howlers VIRGIN forest is one where the hand of man has never set foot." "You break the law if you use mallet and .forethought." "He suffered from a painful melody." —Medley, London. "Battler" , - ]VTR. GEORGE BERNARD SHAW has asked the Lord Chamberlain if Hitler, with his uniform, jack boots, moustache and forelock, may bo represented in the play "Geneva." Mr. Shaw wroto "Geneva" last year. Since then he has altered the last act three times to keep the play up to date. Now lie is rewriting it a fourth time. In the new version Hitler will have just invaded Poland. Until now, the Fuehrer has been called Battler in the play. Mr. Shaw had him dressed up in a blond wig, plumes and a silver helmet, like Lohengrin of the German opera! If the Lord Chamberlain agrees to the request it will be the first time Hitler lias ever been represented, with permission, on the English stage. —Daily Express, London. Down Under the air-raid sirens sounded one Sunday a woman living in the Dyke Road district of Brighton took refuge in her basement. The all-clear sounded, but she did x not come out, nor did she show herself on Monday or Tuesday. Her neighbours were beginning to wonder what had become of her, when, as the all-clear was sounded after Wednesday's alarm, she came up into the sunshine. "What a long raid it's been," she said excitedly. "I've been down in the basement since Sunday!" —Sunday Chronicle, 'London. Blotto TN an interview, a Nazi official stated that the German army is a model of sobriety. The navy, however, is completely bottled. —Punch, London Kismet - TTHE oft-told story of Nelson's last hour may or may not be true. Nothing seems less probable than that the dying man should whisper to his friend, "Kiss me, Hardy," but so the legend goes. A much more likely explanation is that the word was "kismet," all the more so as Nelson had confessed to premonitions of his death. —The Observer, London Medals

TT seems that Marshal Goering has stopped wearing on his breast all the decorations ho has earned. He was succumbing under their weight. Henceforth ho will wear only one badge, bearing the letters S.K.: Siehe Katalog (See Catalogue!). —Temps Present, Paris. Sold! PROSPECTIVE Buyer: "But I don't exactly like the look of your '39 model in front." Salesman: "But look at the lines from the back. Doesn't it look good from that view?" Prospective Buyer: "Yes, but —" Salesman: "Well, that's all anybody ever sees of this car." —Pathfinder.

Family Men at War A, BROADCAST concert for Gorman troops was interrupted by a gramophone record of a child's cry. This prefaced the reading of a long list of babies born to the .wives ol men at the front. The announcement of tho birth of a seventh son in one soldier's family was coupled with the statement that Hitler would stand godfather to the child. Another soldier, stationed in tho Siegfried Line, was told by the radio of a new arrival, bringing his family up to 12. A Berlin firm promised freo perambulators for the first 25 babies announced in the list. —Tho Times, London Where Can This Be?

TT is saicl that a British seaplane got off its cburse recently and landed in a small bay. Tho bay belonged to a country which has not declared war on Germany and which is technically neutral. Therefore the 'plane and pilot might lijive been interned. The local commandant, however, put the pilot up for the night, dined him and wined him, and sent'him on his way the next morning with a loan of several gallons of his Government's petrol. When he was asked by Higher Authority the reasons why he did not intern tho 'plane, he replied that (a) He had no space for the pilot; (b) None for the 'plane; and (c) "Who the arc we after being neutral against, anyway?" Incidentally I am offering no prize for a correct guess at tho identity of tho neutral country concerned. —Peterborough in Tho Daily Telegraph, London. Old Gardener JJE hears that somewhere wars are lost and won. Science advances, new stars meet our ken; He leans upon his spado and lets the sun Grow hot along his back. Tho dreams of men Are not his dreams; ho keeps a dream of seeds, Of cool drops falling on the thirsty soil; His only battle is tho war with weeds, His coveted career this simple toil. —Helon Frazce-Bower, in tho Saturday Evening Post.