POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXL, Issue 23, 27 July 1945, Page 6

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment ■ BY PERCY FLAGE The political Serge ant-Major: Left?' Left! Left!— Left! ■■ r , , . The Troops: Left! Left! We had 3 good home, but we're Left! —Omadhaun. ■X- «■. ■ #' Two mind-readers met after an interval of some months. One of them, immediately exclaimed in a hearty voice: "You're all right! How am I!" * " * * Asked to give his opinion of Congress, Will Rogers, the cowboy humor* ist, drawled: , "Well, they're a strange bunch of critters. A man gets up to speak and says! nothing. Nobody listens—and then everybody disagrees." ' *' ' ' * ■'*'■':. Dear Mr. Flage,—l see by the daily papers that "owing .to scarcity of vegetables the dehydration factory at Riccarton has been closed down, and the .staff is to toe transferred to the" tobabco factories in Wellington." That's the stuff! Let her go, Gallaher! "That's what we're waiting for now!"— Yours, NOBBY. ■*.■■■'■ » * "COPS" IN THE AIR. Air traffic "cops" have # been, patrolling over London, pouncing on. , low-flying aircraft and "taking their number." This is the.American Bth Air Force's answer to complaints that many of its aircraft are ignoring lowflying restrictions. Eight Mustangs patrolled the air continuously- for an hour after sunrise to an hour before sunset, and "disciplinary action," resulting in fines of two weeks' pay ior. proven offenders, has been so effective that the patrols have now been discontinued. •-. "But we h.ave painted the aircraft s squadron number in bold figures on the underside of their wings, so that they can be identified from the ground," said an Bth Air Force officer. '.■_■ : .:■' .*'-■■■ * ■■- '.*''■. ' ALL. BREAKFASTS. Evelyn Knight, the lovely singing star, knows a chap who has been working for several months in a war plant out of town, writes "Caravan. '■ The work is pleasant, he told her, except for one thing. He's on a shift which permits him to eat nothing but breakfasts. ~, ~'. t T It works out something like this. He leaves his boarding house at about 3 a.m., and his landlady gives him breakfast. At about 8 a.m. at / the plant he finds that he's hungry again, but the cafeteria is serving only break* fast. x , , _ When he returns to "town at about II a.m. the restaurants , there are still serving breakfast, and so for the past four months he has had nothing but three breakfasts a day. *'*.■ * ~■ • SPARING AND SHARING. With a rubber bottle at your feet And an eider drawn up high, You can cold and wet and frost defeat? And sleep tight and warm as pie. But in war-worn Europe—yes, it's true? With the frost two score degrees, Young children and their parents, too, Lie quite blanketless and freeze. When the temp'rature is thirty-five We don warm woollies and greatcoats, But the victims of the Nazi drive Have no wraps for their chests and throats, ' , So then !et us one and all conspire To give help to those in need; To share what we ourselves require Is true charity indeed. C.T. * * * "DEATH CARGO." In Loch no Keal, inlet on the Island of Mull, off Argyllshire, I watched— with my fingers crossed—while hundreds of British and American men risked their lives to unload .-.two of the deadliest cargoes ever carried in ships, says' a "Daily Mail" reporter. There were thousands of bombs in the American "ammo" ship Cape * Borda and the Dutch ship Bantam, and officially every bomb was faulty and liable to go off at any minute. . Down in the holds of the Cape Borda, British sappers, stripped to the waist, whistled as they lifted the bombs and loaded them gently into crates cushioned with mattresses. Tenderly, a crane swung the crates to a landing craft alongside. American soldiers unpacked the crates and piled the bombs in rows on the L.C.T. which was to carry them 30 miles out to .sea and dump them in the Atlantic. Special ramps have been built on the L.-C.T.S so that the bombs;j can be gently rolled into the ocean.