POSTSCRIPTS
Chronicle arid Comment
6t Percy Flag*.
An eclipse of the sun is an eclipse of the sun, but an .Irish Comet is a bolt from the blue. "Pot Luck" (per 'phone): Your tip for the G.N. double was out on its own. The bookmakers won hands down. ♦ ■ ■ ■* * • ■ The Acting Minister of Labour may be alive to the unemployment situation, but thousands of his industrial patients are at a dead end. • * * . . A regular visitor to our National Gallery* we confess that tiere arfe "treasures" in the art collection which irresistibly induce in us a strong; vandal complex. • » • • Harihari—Stockmen", it.' is reported, are having trouble at Temuka because the while lines on the road to mark crossings confuse their sheep, whicli refuse to go over them. Tbej-e seerris at times, to Be something tMfiousljr human about the sheep. *. . * • . EX-CftUGiATIM. Dear Percy riaie,=^S6 the ex-King lias married the ex-wife 6f whoever it was, arid will, (it is eSpectei) fee extremely1 happy. While the ex-Prime Minister, exempt from, his exacting duties of Mini§tfifß*tf aoMinary (vfery) Will, no aoiibt, fifid "tinie enlsiigh to be human enough (Lord though fie is) to exude further beiievolence through his successor, the ek-dhahcelldf 6i the Exchequer. EX-FERANTiSt* Brooklyn. '-."'. 4 • • PRINCESS INSURES DOLL'S HOUSE. Princess Elizabeth has ah insurance policy on her miniature house oh Which she pays an annual prefaiiim of £6 lls 3d. The total sum insured is £1250. Of this, £750 is cover for the house itself and £500 for' the furniture, much of which Quefeti Mary has helped to provide; and other contents, should either be damaged by fife. The policy is described in the schedule sis belonging to -."Her ftpyat" Highness Princess Elizabeth Of Y6rk Of No. 145 Piccadilly; W.I (the. iftsUfgdJ^ It describes the insurance as : Being (1) oh the Building of a rriiitiiattti-e ftriyata dwellirig house With- domestic offices attached or belonging tftefelo all asbestos and/or timber; Built and roofed with .thatch, situate po. 145 Piccadilly, London; W.l, or .any,wHefe in the United Kingdom, £750; (2) oii fUrriiture, ejects, and all other contents theredfthereon, £500. • ♦ • RHYMING TIPSTER'S. Years-'n'-years-'h'-years. ago, as ,ft clipping sent by "Columeighter" discloses; most of the London, sports streets had their rhyming tipster. One of these was the eleventh" Earl of Winchelsea (pili-hame "John Davis"), who predicted in 3.862: Ye gods! They're here! and neck and neck, . ■-~.., As ridden by Old Scratch, "Neptiimus" and "The Marquis" come, The Derby seems a match! But wehdini from the* distance see A dark horse Sloping in, And "NOTTINGHAM" and Alfred Day Have collared all the tin! ' ' Unfortunately, another "dark horse," Caractacus, "collared all the tin"! Thirty years later, John ' Hawtrey, brother of Charles Hawtrey the actor, covered himsfelf with, glory by his forecast of the i victdry,, ; Of t ,the, outsider, Sir Hugo— . •; ■; .;■-.■■ ■-..-. ■■;.■ Between those, dark but living lines, that sea of faces keen, Beneath the glance 6f Beaiity's eyes, those deafening shoUts/ between. He shoots like lightning to the front, and, ere the set of sun, A thousand flashing wires have told that MACARONI'S won." We wonder if Hawtrey backed the horse. One' of the liifist successful tipsters in this country frequently doesn't back his own Selections: he is a friend of too many trainers and jockeys. "• MORNING TEA MONOLOGUE. Quick—iri a 'uffy, dear ... .my tea. Don't talk the King's Birthday to me! 'Twas jest about as cheerful as A 'Ighland piper,spittin' jazz, Or Adam* lodgin' a complaint 'Bout what a great bloke Savage ain't. ....'.. I wentef town an' come back quick; It was so. dead, it made me sick, What with the. feather an' the crowd I'll say I c6Uld 6v cried aloud. I lit a fire an 'ad a read; Ah' soon I felt tl>» blues recede. Deteckertive yarns ... the spots marked X/ ■ . ■ -.::, Crushed 'cads, 'carts broke, an' bandiged riefcks ..; . Ldye-nests; the 'aunts uy 'arriduns, Fierce-lobkin' "dicks" ah1 ." "Tommy" guns ... , • Hofrows gelbre—a nawful sight; An nightmares tfSmpSd on me all night! ■ So, 'Itler, goins' a-wooing', eh? An' 'irii a shellybait, too.. I'll. : say 'Ell 'aye to' leave hees spurs be'ina, Sword an' tin-hat too, or 'ell find ■ Britlhnia, who doth rule the waves, An' never, never' shall be slaves, When 'c arrives to press hees suit May greet 'im with, the, ole man's'boot, Ah' 166se the\ dog. .bri.ym; ■ My word, I've no time for that Furore bird. Hees a sly fox, I'm certain on it, A bear with beetles' iri hees bonnet With a sore 'cad—a woli dressed up In a sheep's clothiri'; Hees a pup Who'd feed outer ybur 'ah'd an' bite You in return. If that ain't right, Then I am Mac West in disguise . . .. Sorry. My smoke get in yoUr eyes? *Adam Hamilton—the National Party Leader. * ♦ • "HOWITZER" AT THE MIKE. The i 957 Rugby season'seemed just sumrrtery when that-cold snap struck the capital oh .Saturday last. Well, they opened on King's.Day as though they were frostbitten—or objected to midweek games. : . • The white tigers were more lamblike than tigerish.. .Certainly, conditions were holding, biit Veitcß also was holding everything that came his way. Yes—and A. Wright also held his own, according to the Voices of the experts. The Wrights were there—a trio of them. It's becoming a habit nowadays: two lots of three brothers.in successive Saturdays at headquarters. ;? The Springboks ate getting, closer, and a nasty (not Nazi) reminder was given by the circular lately received by season ticket-holders: You can book for £1 of lls if yotl don't like the better seats, Just as we were trying to enthuse over the All Blacks' chances; too. . The greatest benefactor of 1937 would be the person Who cbuld invent some gadget to get the ball into the scrum at least once during the afternoon at the fifst pop. Maybe the S'Africans will show us liow' it's done. We're not having too good a run this year, so far. Page and Co., haven't settled down yet, our Soccer chieftains have been settled too Sobij, Whilst we are hearing all sorts of rumdUrs that our Rugby fifteen will be well and truly settled. Watta tinier .
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Evening Post, Volume CXXIII, Issue 136, 10 June 1937, Page 8
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