ROUND ABOUT

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 1, Issue 87, 13 November 1939, Page 5

ROUND ABOUT

| (By Aitchel) Dear Boys and Girls, my Sally Kemiy Penny hutched live lovely * « » * ...Oh r I'm sorry, wrong column. What's the trouble? Well, it's the letter I had Iron; Hermann (Tubby) Goering, that's .worrying me. It was delivered to me last Monday by that mj'sterious aeroplane that was floating about. Tubby tells me that he's not feeling too well. As a matter of fact' lie- Tost lem pounds last week. Weight"? Ofty ir®. Irast a little bet he la ad: on: with; Adolf (Mo) Hitler. It seems that poor old Tub had an even tenner with Adolf that the submarine didn't sink the Kestrel and Mo was pretty qui:ielc fit covering it. Tub said it was the Philomel but Adolf stuck to the Kestrel story and tue matter came up to Goebells for la decision.. ITe' tossed' ® mark note and found that it was the Kestrel after all so he put the yarn over the radio and lost Ms money.

To give some idea of the state of mind that Hermann is drifting into I'll let you info one or two extracts from his letter. We'll cut out the preliminary stuff about Iris not hearing from me for a long time* and hoping that T am keeping well and all that sort of fhi'ng'-

"Dings are not so Bright here. Der strailed English keep up der dam blockade und I enough to eat can't get. Me in self I starve unless we dis war do wiii shortly." «s * "Adolf don't care too- much. He just on der Barley water lives und rages mad too much when I eight sausages eat at der one time, yes, all' at der one msal' in one gulp." #- * "One ding we find to .do without we can't. Der Truth. Tf's no use of us reading Goebells'" papers. He all the time the lies does tell. Adolf und me, we growl, hut no difference it makes. Paul still der lies does tell. Meinself I dinlc one Big lie 'e told und ten pounds T lost." (At par ten pounds would'be worth about 57,396,85TTmarks)\, * * • » Hermann winds up with an impassioned appeal for the truth and pleads for a BEACONS Using the words 'appeal' and 'pleads' reminds me of another incident that happened'last week. I had read that Lofty- Blomfield had joined the Army, so, just to let readers know how their idol of the mat was getting on with the tough lads in camp., I" breezed along, I arrived just as the bugle was calling the poilus to parade. The result of the bugle call was just the same as it is in any other camp: men dashing madly, and the sergeant-major madly

clashing: *- * # * The boys lined up but I noticed a gap in the, ranks. "Bad organisation," I thought, "leaving a hole like that." And" then Lofty comes swaggering on. He hadn't bothered to shave nor to put his tunic on. He was smoking a cigarette. He strolled up to the sergeani-major and I heard the latter say: "Now this will never do. you know, Mr Blomfield." But Lofty merely extended his foot for the Nom-Com to do up the boot laces and he said: "Aw nerts." ac * V * Then Mr Blomfield walked casually to the gap in the ranks. The ser-geant-major bawled: "Now., you I—'1 —' ' —* recruits ... and Mr Blom.l- - Later I overheard, "I wonder, Mr Blomfield, if you would mind going with the boys on a route march. It's only twelve miles and I'm sure you'll enjoy the outing. Besides, r think you really ought to go because otherwise the lads will think there's favouritism here..." * * ac ■ «£ * But its rumoured that Mr MeCready may not be able to get back: to Canada and that he may enlist ia New Zealand. 'Tis said also that on the score of previous military experience, he will be made a sergeant-

major. « 4 « $ That big meeting, we had here Just recently with two- gentlemen from Auckland addressing us reminded me of a little rhyme. You may have heard it. Algy met a hear; The bear met Algy: The bear was bulgy; The bulge was Algy. # * * « With this beautiful little thought running through my head I observed a splendid exhibition of what is known as the co-operative spirit. From the mass of scaffolding and concrete vwbhih -i^ . (Continued foot previous column)