SANDY’S CORNER

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 89, Issue 276, 22 November 1945, Page 4

SANDY’S CORNER

The bank is ours. Come and have a beer! GRACEFUL WOMEN BOWLERS. We’ve marvelled at the grace of batsmen in cricket, In their expert play of bowling round the wicket; We have gloried in true form and curves in tennis— They look easy, robbing every ball of menace. What a thrill it is seeing rowert measure blades As they harken to cheering throngs of men and maids. But when greens of the city are truly rolling, Nothing quite equals the grace of women bowling. „ —'Sandy* Wanganui, November 22, 194 u. “ENTITLEMENT” NOT ENLIGHTENMENT” Scene: The breakfast table, in an average home. Characters: Dad (ex Home Guard sergeant), Mum (ex Red Cro:s Worker and ex E.P.S. Red Cross aid), Tom (ex “browned-off” Bth Army man now “browned-off” civilian), Dick (ex Air Force, now a “had-it” civilian), Mary (on the threshold of love’s young dream). Time: Wally Nash’s “Day of Entitlement.” Dick: What’s 192 days at eightpence, and 243 days at half a dollar? Mary: The price of a fur coat! Dad: Pass the sugar. Mum: There isn’t any sugar. Dad: There never is. Tom: Do they pay 2s 6d for your 28 days’ leave or only eightpence? Dad: Can I have my tea? Mum: We’ve run out of tea; you'll have to have coffee. Dad: Damn! Mum: That is the last of the butter. Dad: Is the lawn mower stilt intact? Tom: I make out that Dick and I between us will get .... Mary: Hundreds of quids of the taxpayers’ money. Dick: And we can make it earn seven and a-half. Tom: I’m not risking mine with this Government. I'm buying a motor _ car. This is an enlightened age. • Mum: Enlightened or entitled? Mary: I'll be 21 in May. You might, between you. become fur-coat minded. Dad: That’s not permitted under the import restrictions. Is there any marmalade? Mum: You know there isn’t. Dick: x I think it's safe enough to leave mine in the Post Office. If that goes we all go! Dad:’That’s what I thought when we fought “The Battle of the Lupins!” If the Japs come, we'll all go. Dick: Might as well have seven and a-half interest while your luck’s in. Tom: Never on your life, spend while your luck’s in. Dad: What on? Horse racing? (With mat Dad, hearing the postman, got up and went out. In quiet seclusion ol the back shed, leaning on the lawn mower, ho opened an income tax demand—£64 Is 3d. Scene Two: The Lunch Table Dad (to the boys): Got your “Day of Enlightenmen ” dope worked out yet, what Wally owes you? Tom and Dick (together): To the la t penny! Dad: Well here’s my account and Mum's which we hope might be paid if ever there is a “Day of Enlightenment.” (Produces a paper, all neatly worked out 64 Sundays crawling in lupins, etc., 72 other days learning one stop-two and the r’ght from a wrong end of a rifle. 63 Sundays on which Mum had to mow the lawn, six allclay Red Cross E.P.S. parades Mum took part in 84 meetings or sewing bee.; Mum attended, four days working out income tax returns, and three days attending to paymenttotal duo on “Day of Enligtitment,* ) interest free, £64 Is 3d). * Mary: Whose entitled to that? Dad: The enlightened and entitled Governmen*'