Shaun’s Patch

Southland Times, Issue 22296, 11 April 1934, Page 8

Shaun’s Patch

A little nonsense now and then | U relished by the wisest men. § —Hudibras.

A scoop waiting for an enterprising journalist: An interview with Mrs G B. Slxaw. * • t General O’Duffy declares that Mx- de Valera is the toreador of Irish politics. Does that imply a reference to Irish bulls?* EDUCATIONAL AIDS. Give a sentence containing the word “bone”: “Can you use a bone arrow? From a correspondent comes this: A city teacher asked his pupils the other day: “What is the scientific name for cultivating the soil?”. “Pharmacy, sir,” answered a bright boy ‘. A scientist has discovered that fish expand in warmth. Some of. my angling friends must lose their biggest fish on warm days. » » * » THE INNOCENTS. She thought mischief was the daughter of the tribal head. Peter says and asks: A Union of Domestic Servants in the United States is demanding .better conditions. Will the girl who insists on working during a strike be called a black lower limb? » ♦ * * THE MAN’S FORECAST. A British biologist contemplates the coming of a world in which there will be no men. —Cable item. How wonderful! To think gome day This world upon a modern plan Will run its fearsome, wond’rous way Without the slightest help from man! A world bereft of every form Of thing we now call masculine, And taking as its human norm The standard of the feminine!

A world in which no manly mit Will smack upon a manly nose, No man will ever smoke and spit Or cultivate incipient mo’s; Where voices will be smooth and high Not loud and low and gruff, Where every thought will beautify And not be coarse and rough.

A world wherein the bargain sale Each mortal soul will populate. Where none will have to tell the talc Of being at the office late, A world where everything is. pure. And evex-y single thing is right, And every woman is quite sure Where is her wandering boy at night. ,

How perfect, sweet and eke serene A world that doesn’t know a man, O how idyllic is the scene Constructed on this simple plan, And every woman in hex' way. The features of this world will tell, Or in unguarded moments say The world’s become a lonely hell.