Local and General

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 2, Issue 254, 30 December 1940, Page 4

Local and General

"Will not take or Farming" "The average chap of good intelligence Avill' not take on farming," commented an appellant to the Paeroa Manpower Committee at Thames when supiiorting his application. "I often wonder if I had any intelligence," added the speaker, who is n farmer. Top Marks. Readers will be interested to learn that Lieutenant J. T. Conolly, formerly a master at the Whakatane School, passed with distinction in an examination in weapon training. Topping the list for the school (Palestine), Lieutenant Conolly establish, ed a record hi the rifle section ,securing 98*4 per cent, marks. The course of instruction was attended by many Empire units. Bay of Plenty Fishing. "Reports from the Bay of Plenty states that the fishing improved there and that anglers using the dry fly have done fairly well. The best catches reported A\ere one of nine and a limit taken by Mr J. Martin. Both these bags were taken in the Whakatane, the largest specimen being 9%1b. The catch of nine averaged -13,01b.,l 3 ,01b., and tin; condition was very good," states Mr A. Kean, Conservator of Fish and Came in his latest report. Taking it in Their Stride. A letter received locally from a prominent business man in Liverpool, throws an interesting light on the psychology of bombed populations. He says: lit ; s useless to deny that .air raids are very far from being pleasant, but one becomes to a certain extent used to them after a time, and, provided one is fortunate enough not to be in the vicinity of any of the bombs which are falling no great harm is done.However, it is surprising what people can stand up to when they have to, and if our friend Hitler thinks he is going to upset the population of this country by bombing methods lie is in.for a" big surprise.

"BRAVE OLD LONDON TOWN" London dear old London town, The World's most famous Mart, In vain the walls they batter down,. A mighty Empire's heart Still -loyally doth beat in thee, Undaunted champion of the free, Old town of commerce, art and song, Thy millions face a lawless throng", Of ruthless pagans out to kill, All who oppose their fiendish will. Wave after wave of Nazi hate, Has thundered at old London's gate; Bombed and battered grieviously , Against the onslaught's of the foe, Defiantly to answer ,No; To all suggestions of surrender, To the treachcrou's Champion and defender Of a diabolical regime. Exceeding Satan's fondest dream, O'f evil for the human race. A plan to clear the whole earth's face Of all that's honest, clean and true And substitute a doctrine new. Of brutal force' and cruel disdain For other's welfare, want or pain, But London and every British town Will wear the ruthless tyrant's down The Empire London represents, With all the sane world's compliments, Will demonstrate to all the earth, What Hitler and his tribe are worth. Not e'en a length of hangman's hemp Beneath all decent folk's contempt. H Sergeant.