THE PASSING SHOW

Waikato Times, Volume 126, Issue 21035, 10 February 1940, Page 11 (Supplement)

THE PASSING SHOW

COMMENT AND CRITICISM

(By “Free Lance.”)

Item from the news : “Together with other ceremonies, including the opening of a meeting house, this (the Waitangi celebration) will comprise the principal centennial celebration of the north.” Still, they graciously Invited the rest of the country. The Viceroy of India and Ghcndi had a friendly discussion, when the whole position was exhaustively examined. An exhaustive examination ol' Ghandi seems easy enough. Some of the pith from this American newspaper appeal could well be introduced into our own anti-drunken driver campaign : “The editorial staff would greatly appreciate it if all citizens planring to take a few spots of firewater before getting into the car, to drive to grandma’s or the football game, would first stop at the office of the newspaper and leave a few notes on their obituaries. This thoughtfulness will do away with the necessity of having to chase around hospitals and undertaking establishments trying to find out who you were before you tried to turn two curves where there was only one.” “Lord Haw-Haw” receives the munificent salary of £5 a week for broadcasting his mendacious propaganda about England each evening from a Nazi station. £2 10s a haw is not bad. Loyal message from the Government and people of New Zealand, dated April 21, 1940 : To the Most Gracious Majesty Adolf, King of Britain and the Dominions Beyond the Seas and of Poland, Emperor of Germany and Austria. Overseer of Russia and Foreman of the United States of America : We, your most loyal subjects, gratefully thank you for liberating us from the cruel yoke of England, and humbly beg that you will forthwith establish in this your Dominion the beneficent Labour Camp, the life-giving strength through joy, and the uplifting Ministry of Propaganda. We further beg that you will place over us as Stathalter or Gauleiter, the noble Herr Goebbels, whose soft and persuasive tones and passionate devotion to truth lightened the burden of the brief but terrible wr.r with England. And this we pray, etc.— Gott Save Adolf! P.S.—Your Majesty will *have to get married. We don’t like bachelor kings.

The Hon. W. E. Barnard may stick to his bicycle tours. Mr Lee prefers to ride the high-handed horse. * * • • To the Waikato Maoris Captain Hobson is merely a sad episode of the past. When the Deputy-Mayor suggested before the doubles match Australia v. Waikato at the tennis exhibition that the local boys might make history by winning, we could not help thinking of the well-known Shakespearean couplet : “Tell me, where is fancy bred ? Down at Findlay’s, so ’tis said.” Nazi circles in Berlin, according to neutral sources, consider the war is certain to degenerate into a war lor oil. So this is a War for Oil. The wars of the past, The chivalrous past, Were melees for booty and spoil; But this is a war for oil. The first of the wars for oil. The talk of blockading, Of bombing and raiding, Is merely a plausible foil, Disguising the battie for oil. A desperate battle for oil. The Balkan Entente, Knowing well what they want, Will make ’em pay dearly for oil. That precious commodity, oil. You can’t run a war without oil. Your guns and your butter Are cumbersome clutter, By no means according to Hoyle. Today’s army marches on oil. It marches on macon and oil. The triumph of Finland, Both seaward and inland, Is causing Joe Stalin to boil. He’s begging Rumania for oil. Rumania, great owner of oil. Oh noble King Carol, Send oil by the barrel. And land it on Albion’* soil. For Albion has to have oil. We know she has to have oil. We’re sick of the views In the Daventry’s news. So tell us who’s getting the spoil. Yes. give us the lair dinkum oil!