FLOTSAM AND JETSAM

Waipawa Mail, Volume LXVIIII, Issue 32, 6 December 1940, Page 3

FLOTSAM AND JETSAM

IcKLSU ti BY THE WAYSIDE. ijjy ••Touchstone”). „ em from radio station: just cot time to play ‘0 'j Our Father Hear Our Prayer’ I't" s ;„o- over for the drawing Jott P a r . n [the »rl umo .. fi'in in the news (Kalgoorlie .'Only a handful of people ’-lands' saw the start of the 1 1 “ e they were full after pif. *1- .. .. ... ~ i’ ~ not tried to invade Brihi- experts have so far L forge a document to prove t Churchill plans to invade Bnhi fir®l- - n joive played an important ' M ssolini’s life. It was v viurulierita Sarfatti, an aub- ‘,| oiid once beautiful Vene(lie is credited with having c 'j tln-.olini’s eves to art, music, JU-. He learned French at 16 . - It was Lady Muriel T sister-in-law of Bria Prime Minister, who inspired to learn English. The l . dmt hold Donna Rachele and 'ini together are those elemen- " ..nMiit - of mother and father "of tin 1 habits of matrimony. ' trying time of all for Rachele *. lioaiim sonimer, hot, humid, Jdcpre-.-if-. The days are ener“j. the niclits hot and heavy, with *cl;, rich air of the sub-tropics .jell nights the dictator cannot Hr wanders fretfully from 'i. w room searching for a cool ‘ Rachele hears hint prowling She rises and tiptoes after She watches him discard his L" jacket, stand before a win,to breathe deeply. Mussolini throws himself upon a couch, jielr waits until he snores. Steal,ll she draws a light silken wrapper the reposing figure, her , reward being a mumbled, sleepy jidwle . . She can’t go to He might awaken, prowl «t some more —catch cold in luhts. She must be ready to »r him again.

• e a n know the deeds and misof Nazidom’s Propaganda dwarfish Dr. Goebbels, but r little has been written about iradf Andrei Alexandroviteh laov, who is responsible for prom,la and pulilieity in Soviet RusThis jovial, round-faced man rols, in addition to numerous tea stations, 0000 newspapers, 1,01)0 “w< irker-eorrespondents, ’ ’ nearly 40.000,000 newspaper subttrs among Russia’s 170,000,000 ile. It is to Khdanov that Sta- ; orders for the moderation or inBBtatiou of internal and foreign iganda are conveyed. On Zhdafdepends whether the announcer’s tl on the short-wave broadcasts ■ Moscow -hall be mild and perdu or violent and denunciatory, i also keeps a watchful eye on the ding articles of Russia’s two most bestial newspapers, “Pravda” P'lzzvestin." Zhdanov is Presilt of the Foreign Affairs Commis■of the Soviet Parliament, and tn Premier Molotov lias to bow to inov's behests. It is a ticklish k and Zhdanov has no doubt od need nf the many cups of lemonmml tea without milk that he bl< each day in his overheated iw in the massive stone building Moscow’> Tvcrskava.

CEMETERY HUMOR, i collection ot* some remarkable pphv Obviously there was no cemetery wr of epitaphs when the followperse was inscribed on the tombac of John Webb, the landlord of t Bed I.ion. who is buried in the Brrhynrd of a Cheshire village:— i life a jovial sot was he, He died from inebriete; ip of burnt Canary sack To earth from heaven would bring him back. The following epitaph is to be M in the churchyard at Sundered. Durham:— lies the body of Andrew Gear. W mouth did stretch from ear to tar. hnjrer. step lightly o’er his head; * if he gapes, by Josh, you’re dead. Id the churchyard at the village of Wington, in Bedfordshire, is the flowing:— lies tin body of Mary Ann lowder. burst while drinking a seidlitz powder. tiled from the world to her heavenly rest, should have waited until it effervesced. Thp following is quoted in a hook epitaphs compiled by Mr W. H. as ai American sample: — toeath this plain pine board is lying The body of Joseph Hight. Itoeer up/’ the parson told him. dying, future’s very bright.” p.ly >ick man raised his head. uls weeping friends amazing; it’s most too bright,” he said, F° r I can see it blazing.” following, which also is of ® e riean origin, belongs to the ••km motoring age:— ?* | i ( ‘- the body of William Day, " 9 died maintaining; his right of e , Was right, dead right, as he sped 'long. 'the s jusi 1,, ,|e ai | as jf He’d been wrong.