Shaun's Patch

Southland Times, Issue 21576, 14 December 1931, Page 8

Shaun's Patch

A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men. —Hudlbraa.

Mr Cochran, who tries to please a thea-tre-going public in London, recently said. “It is hard to be a prophet in these times. I sup]x>se he really meant it is hard to profit by being a prophet in these times. After all it is not difficult to prophesy; the real difficulty appears when the prophet sees the results of his prophecies. This is the reason why a prophet has so little honour (and profit) in his own country. * * * *

A tipster may be as uncertain as a tip pier.

And certainly is not so certain as a tap ster.

One of the London papers quotes this dialogue from a Tottenham Court case. Magistrate: Why do you think your husband has tired of you? Wife: Well, he spends more time in his garden, and never brings rne a rose. Zarathrustra unshackle the zither: How soon man’s heart will harden If he stays in the garden—• A solemn warning here for every wife For failure to bring roses Not lack of skill discloses, But that there aro some thorns in married life. » ♦ * *

The Americans share with u.s the glory of the Swan of Avon. Samuel Goldwyn once cabled the Bard an offer for his future plays, but now a Missouri paper, the Marshall Daily Democrat has shown that the regard for Stratford’s wonder still lives. Tliis journal declared recently:

Wheat vesterday on the maiket at Liverpool, where the world price is set, was the lowest since 1654, which means 277 years. Not since the time of William '-Makepeace Shakespeare has this

grain been at the ebb it now is experiencing.” Evidently at such low prices the Liverpool market appeared a Vanity Fair.

If rain doesn’t come liberally soon, the farmers will be calling the season a frost.

EDUCATIONAL AIDS. Give a sentence containing “immortal” “When they killed him they called inr mortal.” ♦ * » . * When Kitty beheld a screen play, Seeing one of the stars of the day Whose surname was Francis, She said: “Here my chance is— In future my name will be Kay'. * * * *

THE INNOCENTS. She thought the tiller of the soil enabled the country' to steer its course.

The Government’s tax collectors are never tired. # * * *

Sing a song of shixpence, A bottle full of rye, Four and twenty black birds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birdsh began to shing, Which really showed that alcohol Can elevate a king.