The Passing Show

Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20887, 19 August 1939, Page 15 (Supplement)

The Passing Show

COMMENT AND CRITICISM

(By “Free Lance”)

WEARING A DISTINCT “Thank Heaven, that’s over” look, a bride was observed in a wedding car in Hamilton recently enjoying a post-nuptial cigarette. • • • • Moral for strikers—Have a working majority and you’ll soon have a majority working. J dinner sets with square plates have made their appearance in Hamilton shops. As more suitable for a square meal? A defendant in a Court case swore that the second floor of a house belonged to * 11 'rv a * n ? one fret him out of it. That s his storey and he is sticking to it. * * • • You say the elopment was rather forced on you?” . ‘‘Yes. After she came down the rope ladder, her dad pulled it up.” • • • • The Duchess of Kent’s name, Marina, is not to be allowed on trade products. But let them try to keep it off the birth certificates! * • • • A prison official in New South Wales asserts that men in gaol get better food than do men on the dole. Prison diet includes corned beef, roast beef, stews, potato pies and plenty of vegetables. With thyme, of course, to season.

The old cry that man would never learn to fly like a bird has been proved aeroneous. Girls arc naturally better looking than boys, we read. Well, not always naturally. Mars is at present only 36 million miles away from the Earth. But not nearly so far away from Danzig. If that bookie who was fined £350 is still in the business, I would like to lay a bet that he got a shock. • • • • In the good old days the suitor had to go and see her people. Nowadays he is content with a description of them. • • • • Newlyw’ed: “Marriage is one grand, sweet refrain.” Longwed: “True. Refrain from smoking, betting and drinking.” I met my friend Pat the other day looking very disconsolate. “What is the matter?” I asked. “Sure, ’tis an awful country to live in, this,” he replied. “Yes, I know',” said I, waxing sympathetic, “the Budget and benzine tax and all that.”

“That’s bad enough,” replied by Irish friend, “but taties at 3d a pound!”