Shaun’s Patch

Southland Times, Issue 25314, 18 June 1935, Page 8

Shaun’s Patch

A little nonsenoe now and then in relUhed by toe wiaeet men. —Hudibres-

The game was virtually all India. * » • » I suppose the U.S. Senate will allude to Huey Long as the kinkfish. * * » * His feat and defeat in the Senate shows that Senator Huey Long is vulnerable at his strongest point—speech. The Russians, to expedite production under the second Five Year Plan stimulated sheep with chemicals so that they would give four fleeces in the year, but the sheep welted under the strain. Even a sheep must be fleeced within limits. EDUCATIONAL AIDS. Give a sentence containing “India”: He went to the window and asked: “Are you India?” The trouble with Miss Julia Mann, the principal of St. Katherine’s College, Oxford, who sent down two girl undergraduates, was that she treated them like little children. “The Reich Supreme Court has ruled that the application of insulting expressions to the Fuhrer by a married woman can be a ground of divorce.” In the circumstances this is a divorce of prudence, because the Nazi Government has a habit of blaming you for what your wife says. It is cheering to know, however, that it doesn’t matter what you say about the Deity. * « * • New motor cars are "models”; New Deals are muddles. A correspondent mentions this recent newspaper heading: SENATOR HUEY LONG. SEVEN HOUR SPEECH. And comments: “I’ll bet that long speech was a lot of ‘hooey’!” From a correspondent: “Bully’s” Hockey Column, Saturday’s Times: “A brother of the famous Dhyan Chand is Rup Singh (Gwalior) who is 25 years of age and began his hockey at Jubbulpore in 1910.” Is it any wonder these Indians are wizards of the stick, when they play the game in the cradle? ME AND TEACHER. That correspondent writes to me once again: No wish of mine to be sarcastic, But to impress on minds grown plastic; For as our old men’s minds do soften, We must appeal to them quite often. My rhyming -a Shaun’s Patch was done That we might have a little fun; And out of it we hope the preacher Will find some profit with the teacher. If this construction’s loose, you goose, I swear I’ll stop, I will, by ZeusSome men by hundreds five, or two Add to their incomes; yes they do.

But these same men make teachers live On what they condescend to give. So long as Shaun adds to our mirth This tongue will preach a teacher’s worth.

“But value’s not what one is paid.” How often is that statement made! The teacher’s worth’s oft sung in sounds; ’Twere better were it paid in pounds.

Dear Shaun, I bid you fond adieu My rhymes, like pounds, are all to lew; But should you feel like turning preacher, Let your first text be, “Pay of Teacher.”

With self-restraint, and charity absurd, I give to you, my friend, the latest word,. Joining in hope that we will reach Some day the level when it pays to teach; For one thing’s clear, emerging from this stuff, Neither teacher nor a patcher’s paid enough.