This World of Ours

Radio Record, Volume XII, Issue 32, 20 January 1939, Page 2

This World of Ours

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Rome hails England as Italy’s © understanding friend. Caesar Borgia called people his pals too. % te The pain of one maiden’s refusal is drowned in the pain of the next.-Old jingle. They Say... i USSOLINI was entertaining a foreign visitor in Venice. To impress him with the doglike loyalty of. his stooges, Mussolini called a man from the street, ordered him to jump from the baleony window. Instantly the man jumped, pulping himself on the pave-

ment below. A second victim obeyed a similar command. A third was summoned, but the sickened foreigner intervened: ‘‘Don’t jump; save ‘your life,’’ he-implored. ‘You don’t call this a life, do you,’’ cracked back the Fas-cist-saying which, he, too, jumped. 3 & 0, Dearie Me _ : A STORM -of protest, led by Dr.’ Dafoe, has arisen in Northern Ontario over the. failure of the Canadian Government to include a visit. io the Dionne quintuplets in their Majesties’ itinerary, though they are scheduled to pass an hour in Sudbury, only 80 miles away from the home of the quin-tuplets.-Press cable. Pro Od aot SPT Ne te . . . "4 ‘ sy? wae ostitesh chnegey eal

the King asked the Queen and the Quecn asked Dafoe-the-doc., . ""Must we see this Sudbury before we got to bed?"’ Dafoe-the-doc was peeved and he went to her Majesty, Dafoe-the-doc, he curtsied and he shook an angry head, ""Kacuse me, your Majesty; for taking of the liberty, But quintuplets are nicer, and they’re not too thickly spread.’’ The King said ‘‘Bother!’’; the King sobbed ‘‘O, dearie me, It’s just this silly ballyhoo that makes us chaps turn Red.’’ %

Net Cricket, Sir mati New Zealand, Sir Harry Batterbee would be undertaking very important work, but he was ‘a carefully selected botile of champagne of excellent vintage,’ and he would launch the new office on a long and happy voyage.’’-Mr. Malcolm MacDonald, Secretary to the Dominions, at a farewell in London to the new British High Commissioner to New Zealand. With these rather careless. words, Mr. MacDenald has lent eolour to the suspicions of those’ of us who have thought all along that there was something pretty sinister about the appomtment of a British High Commissioner to New Zealand this year. Asked to comment exclusively for this page, a well-known Labour chap said: ‘‘Mr. MaeDonald has let the cat out of the bag this time with a vengeance. It wouldn’*t be so bad if. the High Commissioner had come out as, or even qua, a~ High Commissioner, but this new-idea of smuggling him in disguised, apparently, as a bottle of champagne, is little short of revolt-

ing. In our view, if they had to do it at all, it would have done better to have sent him out as a bottle of Bass, which is | less class-conscious, if you see what I mean. Even then, however, the principle behind the whole affair is not right. It isn’t the sort of thing you’d expect a cricketing nation to do, and even marble players wouldn’t stoop so low. However, we'll probably catch him,’’ said the Labour chap, rubbing his hands, ‘‘we doubt if there’ll be an import licence granted to bring him in as_ spirituous liquor.

""What concerns us even more,’ added the Labour chap bitterly, ‘‘is that wt sets a dangerous precedent. Already there’s a bit of & panic in the House over rumours that the next thing will be a lightning tour of the country by Mr. A-d-m H-m-l-n, disguised as a bottle of liver salts and worning his way into the internal affairs of the Government. Goodness knows what upsets that might cause, especially since ue hear there’s quite a chance of his slipping in « crystal or two of weedkiller as well.’’