POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXIII, Issue 121, 24 May 1937, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

Bt Perct Flage.

Courtesy costs nothing, and it i* orth every penny of it—and more. • '■■ . '■•■ ■.- •-. '' ■>'■' :.'. ■■, How can you tell when news is not news? When it is denied the following day. ■ ; , : ' . One difficulty'in the way of rebuilding collective security is that there arc too many designing people at work. * • • ■• ', Derogatory references to his days as a paperhahger will probably not hurt Hi tier's feelings, but woe betide the man who describes his water-colour paintings as : : ' ■ •-.'■* ■•.■..-'. Ex-King Alfonso's eldest son ia wanting "in filial affection, and • respect. He must know that. his. father has already paid £2,000,000 (to, General Franco) as a deposit on the ■'Spanish Crown. ' '■''■■ ♦■■ * • <" WORDS. Dear Percy Flage,^-A few of my favourites: Harmony, melody, rainbow, crystal, sunshine, memories, dreaming. And otherwise: Raucous, drab, canker-, snob, gag, grab, ghastly. MOTHER EVE. * # ♦ HEAR, HEAR! After all/ no, wonder there's such a lot of fuss being made about raising the school age and providing free milk rations—there's a strong resemblance between, the mind and the stomach. It's not' how much you put in that matters, but how much is digested. CHANTICLEER. # «• '• BANG GOES A QUID. Peter the Quidnunc—The Scots are a most liberal people; all they insist oa is a quid pro quo. .Which reminds us of the story ot the man who, sentenced to a term of imprisonment, objected arid asked the Magistrate to impose a fine. "I see," said his Worship. "What you want it a quid pro. quod." , * . ■■• • FAVOURITE HATES. Flage,—As it is some time since w« had our favourite hates' in print, here are a few 6f mine:— Jimmy .' "It's a Sin to Tell a Lie." A*. Long sermons. Japanese Coronation souvenirs. THE BOSS, ' ARSENIC ARNOLD. ,•• . * STOLEN KISS. "Apropos your wisecrack concerning the Sydney boss and his typist (writes Milligan), how about this?" This is a cutting, which tells the following story: A woman in Poland, Agnieszka Mnichowna, of Grabowka, has received 40,000 zlotys (about £1600) for a "stolen kiss." Some years,ago she was travelling in a cart with' a s young man who stole a kiss from her. She jumped but of the cart and refused to meet him-again. Broken-hearted, he went to America, where he made a small fortune. He died recently, leaving tho sum',-mentioned, as r cpm.pe.flsatiou "for the^kiss'FstoletlromVhbr.^ifV? ;f:<■ . rf'jiU'.^'ir;.;',!*. - -■-■■'■.• . FANTASY.'. Flage.—The, other, day at work I picked up-a large "pair of shears, and stuck them into the top of my pants sword fashion.. This was the outcome:- ■':.' .■:■■■■ ■■. '• ■■■ ■ , ,'i For I am a pirate bold, .'■■'■.■ Like that rollicking rascal of old, though lacking the lace, But never the grace, ■••■'Of "that colourful figure and~ bold. the sdix of a .true buccaneer,. 'I wear the traditional leer, But more winsome and fair, Is the leer that I wear; With never the trace of a sneer.' That rollicking renegade lord, Gold ear-rings and rapier adored. Though- no rings in my ears, A large pair of shears Serve as my murderous sword. When a possible victim I sight, I relish the forthcoming fight, ' And with words full of lust, I parry and thrust, v . • And force her to yield to my might At last when the long day is done. And the rays of the great setting ' sun ■ ) " - Sink low in the, west; . ■ I go to my rest, And ponder the battles I've won. Tired from tfce day's lively caper, , I sleep like a gently-snuffed taper, And when dawn streaks the sky, i I wake with a sigh ... I am naught but an .imaginative Draper. "GRAEME LEIGH." " ! . ■ .■ •;, : ••.■■.-'.-• ■■.■<■■■:■■• ' "HOWITZER" AT THE MIKE. The blue and blacks made tightness their slogan for victory on Saturday. The close tactics adopted write them down as having had a Scottish training. They were well led by Jock Wells. He was not exactly close-fisted, but when those arms of his twined around the-ball or the holder of the ball, it was a case of holding everything but the clock. -. Those big-hearted, long-legged Athletic Guys, Guhns,' and Bishops, etc., were that tight that they wouldn't let even their own rearguard handle the ball, let alone permit the whites a close look at it. ■ » • ■Wales, accompanied.by Jones (nothing Scotch about these two!) made tilings merry and bright—but not for their opponents. When the turn was reached Jones was two up, and shortly" after the run in he.just missed his third. Wales turned , on; some great dashes, and his. play of hands gave the Old Boys many headache's. One of his reverse passes rebounded almost fast enough to knock himself over. The white tigers were not just sitting- back tamely-^-they were there to hunt as they invariably do, but it was difficult for them to find the quarry. "Joey" Sadler tried everything he knew* but Athletic simply hated to lose sight of him. Baldwin never lost his kicking boot, and tried to kick the side home at long range. One, Forbes, must have remembered his instructions as to Watt's Wright with Old Boys, because every time the white speedster set sail he found his vis-a-vis wrapped around his ankles. Jock Wells tried one of old Jack Shearer's shrewdies in ,; front of the goal. He caught the enemy napping, but found his team mates fast asleep. To sum up: The Athletic pack (plus Jones) whacked the Old Boys decisively. Coach McDonald will not lose his smile, however; there's a long way to go yet. Tho Springboks are now on their way, after receiving the usual advice, with special reference to the fact that, as they are going as''guests of New Zealand and Australia, they are expected to behave like little gentlemen. Judging ■by "the New Zealand Rugby Football Union's scale of charges, wa should be able to"-entertain the visitors in an extremely open-handed way; sticking strictly, of course, to th» amateur rules of the game.