POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXXIII, Issue 134, 8 June 1937, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment Bt Percy Flace. Karihaha. —Surely you knew. Mrs, Partington was the morganatic wife 1 of the late King Canute. , « * • When Edward and his wife reached : Venice they toured the canals. Copy . cats! So did the Lockharts. # # • We confidently await a loud protest from our farmers against the British ■ Government's plan to increase the pro • duction of milk and butter. The Rev. Jardine says that God and • the Press moved him to conduct the , religious ceremony at Monts. Pro* ; vidence will feel nattered. * it # . We suspect that the idea at the back . of Hitler's wooing of Britain will ba . another. of those experimental . marriages. * * * 1 BORN 1897—STILL GOING STRONG. ■ Talking of ancient motor-cars—at ■ Tatham (N.S.W.) there is. a treasured . family possession, a most elderly motor- ," buggy, which has been garaged for 30 i years without being used. The other day its owners pushed it on to the road . and tried it out, and the old "bus" ; chugged off pull of pep. It was one ■ of the original motor vehicles built an the nineties of last century. , ! INFORMATION DESK. In reply to "Owzatt!"—lt-, is said . that a woman's initiative was respon- . sible for one of the most important ; features of cricket—overarm bowling. ; John Willes, the famous Kent player i who died in 1852, practised cricket in . the garden with his sister and •, his ; daughters. They were - keen on the . game, except that one of the girla . thought it ought to be livened up. Tired of the slow underarm deliveries, ; she experimented with an overarm ; throw, shattering her father's wicket. . John Willes realised the possibilities ■ of the new departure, and it quickly be- • came a prominent and integral part of : the game. • » * [ KERB TO SKYSCRAPERS. t Lord Kylsant is only one of a lonj? t list of men who rose from the kerb, > as it were, to high eminence, financially [ and otherwise. Rockefeller, Carnegie, 1 Edison, and Lord Inchcape came from > nothing to world fame There wera t a number of others at the Coronation. > One was the Hon. Charles Avery Dunt ning, Canada's Minister of Finance. Ha l landed in Canada with £2, an ex-foun- . dry boy, and became apprenticed to a _ farmer. Two years ago, as Canada's I Chancellor of the .Exchequer, he gave [ up directorships worth £30,000 a year. I No. 2 was Sir Abe Bailey^ Fifty-six t years ago in Kimberley, a young South African with a broad Yorkshire accent was offering to fight any boy of ' his own age. He won one or two , purses of a few pounds that way. At \ 19 he made his first deal with a profit of £31,000. In five years' he had j £150,000. Next year he'was broke. Today, at 72, Sir Abe Bailey is worth [ several millions. He is a director of [ 22 gold-mining companies. No. 3 was the quiet 60-year-old Wil« . liam Charles Angliss. Practically un- , known in England, two continents pay 3 attention to what he says—particularly South America. Forty years ago, Mr. Angliss was a butcher in Melbourne. Today he is one of the. greatest figures in the meat trade of the world. * • » LIMERICKS. , Two contributors' think that the Rangiora line is difficult. Still, life \s not always a bowl of strawberries, is it? Getting back to business —hen* are the best of the bunch to date: A lassie in fair Rangiora Was hailed as a dainty signora; A young man from Cust j Cried: "Win hert I must!" ! Alas! He but got her Angora. l ' "HUI MAI." ■■ j A'lassie in fair Rangiora . Was pursued by an" ardent adorer; ' When she told him quite plain , That his suit was in vain, He took strychnine, and so ceased to bore her. ' C.U [ A lassie in fair Rangiora Had a most unbecoming Angora; Having little pretence To an olfactory sense, , She christened her pet, Grandiflora. : • CAMOUFLAGE. ' A lassie in fair Rangiora ! Yearned to wed some young gallant ■ explorer; [ So she came to this city, ; And now, ah the pity! . Rents a room, morning tray, and—th» borer. RANGIORONIAN. I A lassie in fair Rangiora Bought an unkempt and ancient Angora; And his fragrance, they say, Persists to this day, Encompassing him like an aura. GOLLIWOCJ. • • • "CORONATION COMMENTARY." This in reply to "X.Y.Z." (Waira- " rapa), himself an Oxford man: Geoffrey Denis's book, "Coronation Comment- ■ ary," so far as we know, is banned • only in Britain. Here is the passage you ask for: "The political people did > not always make his (Edward yill's) ' task easy. On his tour through' deso- ■ late Durham, when for the first time he found himself face to face with the ; miners' misery—with what the world is like—at once he cancelled all his ; dinners and receptions, sent away his ■ suite, and, under the guidance of ths 1 Socialist miners themselves, went down into the mines, into the hovels, about among the poverty and hunger E and filth. He told the journalists what he had seen and what he thought. ' They were not allowed to print it. The ' Government stopped his tour; 'Some •of the things I see in these gloomy ' poverty-stricken. areas make me ; ashamed to be an Englishman.' When he tried, next, to see South Wales.on his own conditions, the Government \ demurred. He refused to accept their ' official programme of festivities and ', selected aspects. The Government in- ' sisted. He refused to go. In the general strike of 1926, they were not able to prevent his subscribing to the Miners' Distress Fund." ; That was when Edward was Prince 'of Wales. "He was the most successful Prince of Wales in history. Then he became King, and ." The job, the fantastic tremendous position, the high leadership of five hundred million people, Emperor-King, idol of onefourth of the earth, almost is intolerable." Then his leave-taking: "He left his land with kingly dignity; he repaired to the welcomer company of rich American Jewesses holding almost : world records for divorce. We saw 1 him go with love and pity; and cynical relief. Was it so heartless of those ' South Wales film audiences, unem- ! ployed, entrance half-price, stonily not • to cheer him? He was a tragic, broken ■ man; but he was off to the sun, and the white snow, with full trunks and full pockets, and they. . . ."■ ■