A DIARY OF TO-DAY.

Stratford Evening Post, Issue 41, 26 September 1928, Page 4

A DIARY OF TO-DAY.

(By “BYSTANDER.”)

A Loudon cable says that crying is good for one’s complexion. Mr McFoozle agrees, but says the benefit depends upon whether one’s complexion is one’s complexion. XX X X The London Daily Mail says that the wooing of the 5.250,000 women voters who will exercise theii franchise m 1920 is already leading to intense rivalry.—There is something in politics after all. XX X X Judging from newspaper misprints which occasionally com e .this way, the conclusion must he drawn that printers have a strong sens e of humour. There is the case of a wedding report of a well-known dealer in antiques who was described as a “collector of iniquities;” but a better effort was made by another type-setter who, in tackling a motor accident, gave the world this priceless, sentence: “Unfortunately, Mr was somewhat injured when thrown out of a saloon bar,” XX X X Dr. Buchanan, cf Cambridge (England) claims that hypnotism is 'Of great us e in stimulating latent talent. He should be engaged by the State for the benefit of some of our present members of Parliament. But then the talent can’t be latent unless it is there first, can it? So that scheme would not work. > XXX Mr Oswald Mosley, the Socialist M.P., dees not find his conscience troublesome in the matter of accepting his late father’s title. Titles, he says, have no value nowadays, but still evidently he likes to have one amongst his belongings. Oswald made a big fight when he stood for Parliament as a Socialist at a byeelection, and with his wife told all about how his heart -was breaking for the down-trodden masses. He impressed the elfectors, but not his father, who said the noble Oswald had never done anything useful in his life, and if he wanted to help the poor and suffering, he should .give some of his money away. But Oswald held cn to his money as tightly as he propose sto hold on to the title. XXX Trotsky, the lat e unlamented Lenin’s pal, who is new in exile, complains that Red soldiers have been shooting at his cottage and incidentally at him. The Soviet denies • that there is any plct to kill Trotsky.—Cable news. A certain Leon Trotsky, Who was good at hatching plotski Was hustled out of Moscow at the runski, He was told his health was badski. And the Soviet was sadski, . That his days of raising merry Cain were doneski. So they sent him right awayski; They told him he could playski; At anything he liked but not come backski. In his but he must remainski Were he seen about againaki, A bludgeon on bis head would come a crackski. But his life soon lost its jcyski, For some naughty soldier hoyski Began firing shots at Trotsky from the treeski, And old Leon said Meingottski, These are soldiers having shetski, At my potski or my headski or my kneeski. So I’ll get beneath my bedski, Or I’ll very soon be deadski, And he wrote and told his pals what had been doneski, But the Soviet said: W T hat rbtslii, They would never injure Trotsky, They are only having shots at him. for funski.