POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXIII, Issue 124, 27 May 1937, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

Bt Pebict Flace.

After one or two .quaint expfriencei the 8.8.C. teems to have struck the right Snagge at last. • . * • ' ■. •. If- almost any glue manufacturer were asked how's business, the antwftr would be: "Having & sticky time." • • • No, Melisande;' we don't think it would be nice of you to send a certain royal personage a copy of one of America's best-sellers, entitled "Live Alone and Like It." • • • Having grossly overtaxed the people, as a reference to the Government's financial statement for the year will show, Ministers are now thinking of sweetening them by establishing a beet-sugar industry. OMADHAUN. ■♦ •: ' # INQUIRY DEPARTMENT. Do you know the context 6f Jht following lines, and if so, does it allow: Of publication in Col. 8? The eagle suffers little tods to sing. And is not troubled what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of hla wing. He cart at pleasure stint their melody. JO WtTE. Can any Postscripts oblige? « * » BILBAO . . . "BILBOES." Says "M.A.T.": Spain's Bilbao, sometimes written Bilboa, called in early days Belvao, lies eight miles inland from the Bay of Biscay, that mal-de-merish nightmare of many sea travellers. The town is in two distinct parts, ancient and modern, like a certain hymn book; is shut in on every side by mountains, except towards tha sea, and contains the fortified haven of Portugalete. From a very early period Bilboa was celebrated for tha excellent quality of its steel blades, and in modern times became the natural headquarters of the important iron and steel trades of the Basqua province. The English word, "Bilbo, meaning a sword t takes its name from . the town. In the plural form this word meant the irons into which offenders were put on' board ships, as '. in Shakespeare's phrase: "Methought ■ I lay worse than the mutines in the bilboes." • * * AUTHENTIC HOWLERS. ' We breathe in Oxygen, we breath* '■ out Sanatogen. . Joshua was chosen to lead the Israel* : ites because he was the son of Nun. i The Elector of Hanover was married1 l to an electric sofa .(Electress Sofia). ' Elijah guided his lions and ran. John the Baptist speht'his life in ths ! wilderness eating grasshoppers and I honey. , Sandbags were used in the war t» , chuck at the Germans. » Ninth Commandment: Thou shall. , have no neighbours^ ' Hiawatha was Shakespeare's wifa. i (Anne Hathaway). ■ - Chieargo is a town^at the bottom ot 1 Lake Michagan. ' A camelia is the wife of a camelion. • .»- * * I ' MANY INVENTIONS. • -'ifaMply to-"Monkeyi Wrench" (island Bay).—Better consult a trained ■ mechanic. You never can tell. Things ' that cost but a few pence to buy hay« made millions for their inventors, such, 1 as safety pins, the.hook and eye, the - apple corer, the potato peeler, the egg whisker, and the snap fastener. Then : there was the case of the rubber heel, ' which has as strange an origin as any; of our everyday inventions: O'Sullivan found that vibratio* in the factory where he worked upset his stomtch. He minimised it by standing on a rubber mat. It was stolen. Ha bought another mat. That was stolen. The exasperated Irishman nailed a piece Of rubber on the heels of hii boots, patented the idea, and became a millionaire. Sir Henry' Wellcoma coated-pills with sugar, and- left £2,138,000. . And so on. • • • • MORNING-TEA MONOLOGUE. ' Horder me, please, a seprit pot Uv Chinese tea, an' see it's 'ot; The other sort what people drink Gives me a tannin. Yes; I think Joe Savage, actin' to hees word, Is makin1 hees opinions 'card At the big Confidence pretty good; An' though 'c.is misunderstood About the shanksongs, you can bat ■ Your last two bob that 'c won't let ; The Leaguer Nations gag 'im—no; When on hees feet you can't stop Joa. 'E 'as a way with words, the like You rarely never offen strike. 'E never makes the warm flesh creep. But sorter puts your brain to sleep, An' when it wakes up, it's too late— Once more Joe's master uv your fata. Though hees a 'ot gos-peller, dear, ■ Joe's got the 'ardest part, I fear, To" Jave 'the Europeen gang Feed from hees 'and (excuse tha slang). 'E might put Eden in hees place (Ain't Tony got a loverly face!) But 'c will find out soon enough Them arm'ment blokes is pretty tough. They snivel uv the need for-peace, They pray (they say!) thct war will cease, But spite uv all that oily chatter Their dividends get fat and fatter. ' Joe'll do hees best; hees 'igh ideeis Is what most thinkin1 people feels. But 'c reminds me uv the tale, •Eard long- since, uv that nightingale Caught in a storm an' singin' brave . . « Well, 'ere's to glory an; the grave. .*.. ♦ ,■ * } CRASHED 8.8.C. MIKE. ; The wight who crashed the 8.8.C. mike during the Coronation (cabled • few days ago) was Tom Danny Weßft, and this is how he did it. Webb arrived outside Buckingham Palace hoping to see their Majesties. He climbed to the top of a stand, *ame upon seyeral glass cubicles, and seated himself comfortably inside the one which contained a microphone. He had been there ten minutes when a man arrived and asked: "Are you ftom the 8.8.C.? Webb, not wanting to be ejected, said. "Certainly, dear fellah." The man replied: "That's all right. I'm from Scotland Yard." Then another man arrived and said: "I ■<»PPP«f^p kC: you are doing the outside-the-Palaee broadcast in the'lo o'clock news -I thought it would be a joke _to talk on the air, and enteredl into the spirit of the thing," said Webb. I soon found myself receiving telephoned instructions from «ro"dcastin« House. I was told to go 'all out and Sake it as .big v possible. .1 was told I would be given an exttnsibn of time if the King and Queen came out by 10 o'clock I was wildly excited, and was listening to the -mainprogramme through headphones. J heard the announcer say: 'Here we are ou ide Buckingham Palace.' A red light flashed in front of me, and I began to soe&k. I was half-stunned and cannot ' remember.much. I recall saying something about the.Palace being an idol worshipped by the crowds as a sym- , bol Of the strength of the .Empire. Then Broadcasting House realised that I was the wrong man, and faded me out. I slipped -away."_