Shaun’s Patch

Southland Times, Issue 21096, 30 May 1930, Page 8

Shaun’s Patch

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What about using the shilling fund to put up a shelter at the South Invercargill tram terminus and calling it the “Amy Johnson 1” $ * * * The slogan for motion picture magnates: Hitch your waggon to the stars. In Eden was a Fashion Book, Although the skirts were brief, And when Eve her spring dress sought She merely tried another leaf. It- * « Do publishers only make paper profits. * * * Paper Prophets: Tipsters and meteorologists. » * « * A COME-DY. Act I. She. He. Tea. • Tee-hee. Act 11. Miss. Kiss. Bliss! Miss kiss. Act HI. Slight. Fright. Flight. Good-night. * « * rEDUCATIONAL AIDS. Give a sentence with the word “cartilage” in it: “In shifting goods a cartilage yer a lot.” fit * * * SOUTHLAND LIMERICKS. A follower, once, of terpsichore She used to be pliant as hichore, But now her stiff prances Are as unlike real dances As coffee is distant from chicore. * ♦ * Preoccupation: The previous job. « * * * A woman who is afraid of her own shadow should diet. * *• * » FAMOUS BAGS. Oxford — . Golf . Game r— . -— of Sweets. I. The sack. Paper Portmanteau. A of monkeys. atelle. -ed. Brief . -age. •x- * * When a young man calls at the house to see the daughter and stays late, father, on seeing the electricity bills, realizes that keeping up increases the upkeep. * * * The Americans Lave chosen the Wild Rose as their national flower. England’s is the Rose. There is something significant in the American’s choice. * * * * UNNATURAL HISTORY. The pterodactyl, he was strong, His body big, his neck was long As well he had two cross-cut saws For teeth installed within his jaws. The worm, in contrast, was quite small, He had no neck or teeth at all; He always kept upon the ground Without complaint he made no sound. My notes I’m sorry I’ve mislaid To show’ what noise the Pd made, But song is not quite pertinent To this important argument. Though the pterodactyl flew, And to outsizes always grew, So that when he went winging high He looked like mountains in the sky. The worm, who crawled about from birth, Kept always close and tight to earth, And never told himself how proud He’d be if he could ride a cloud. The pterodactyl is no more, The worm crawls as he did before; The moral here that I decry Is don’t be fond of flying high.