This World of Ours

Radio Record, Volume XII, Issue 33, 27 January 1939, Page 2

This World of Ours

by

JOHN

GUTHRIE

English Ode ‘‘He is a happy man singing out his songs of joy such as a happy bird would sing.’’ (The Poet Laureate on Mr. W. H. Davies. ) Mr. W. H. Davies Is practically @ mavis; Except, say grousers, For his trousers. A Good Ory "ROY FOX will Part from his Bandsmen.’’-News heading. Like the Arab’s farewell to his faithful steed (‘‘My Beautiful, My Beautiful’’), this tearing of oneself apart from a wellloved band is indeed an affecting spectacle.

Many poets have touched sadly on it (e.g. Tennyson’s ‘‘O for the Touch of a Vanish’d Band!’’). And Randolphe’s aria in ‘‘La Boheme’’-‘‘ Your tiny band is frozen, let me warm it into life’’-graphically depicts the petrified stupefaction of a warm-hearted band when its conductor has waved it the final kiss, Do not grieve, little band. Another loved one will come. Life goes on. Out of your mute despair will be born new and even more hideous noises. P Rivals In short, film actors and actresses in Hollywood spend their evenings much the same as persons in Dunedin who had been working all day-New jealand film actor, Colin Fapey,

‘Asked to comment on this statement, Clark Gable MeGregor, Princes Street, Dunedin, said: ‘‘No doubt Mr. Tapley’s remark has come as a bit of a shock to the rest of New Zealand, which was rather in the habit of regarding Dunedin as a pretty sombre little place as far as bright lights went. The statement should do a good deal to clear up this misunderstanding. ‘Whether he is quite accurate in holding that the boys and girls here are quite up to the Hollywood standard in the matter of smacking things along in the evenings is perhaps somewhat open to question. Personally, I think we have yet some little way to go. ‘‘ At the same time I may say we have been considerably eneouraged by his remark to put our best foot forward, and break away from the hampering traditions of the past. Only last week young Willie Thompson skipped Bible Class twice running, and one of our swifter lassicz, who shall remain anonymous, was seen in the Octagon fiaunting lipstick and even a dash of rouge in her cheeks."’ This New Year, if things go ahead well, said this chap, tz was quite possible that the city might even manage to stage @ divorce or two, and in his opinion the day was not far off when the Film Colony would have to look to tts laurels. Which She Did [22 Tialian Press said the Anglo Tialian friendship wes now on @ new Im~perial basis, but Mme. Fabouis, iw the Sunday Referee, said that Signor Mussolini delivered two amazing diatribes against France which left Mr. Chamberlain speechless. Resounding vivas greeted the arrival of the British elder statesman at Rome. My, C., earrying his umbrella at the

trail, was escorted to the Piazza. Locked in a private room, Signor Mussolini and Mr. C began their negotiations, I Duce first peering into the cupboards and under the table. ‘We must make sure Mme. Tabouis is not about,’’ said I Duee. ‘‘You don’t happen to see her, do you?’’ Mr. C. put up his umbrella. ‘*She’s not in there, thank heaven,’’ he said. There was the merest stir under the tiger-rug at their feet. ‘"Tabouis, or not Tabouis,’’ said Il Duce, looking at the rug in a suspicious manner. ‘‘That is the question.’’? But the rug was now perfectly still. The two statesmen remained closeted for several hours discussing foreign affairs. Twice

Il Duce, in a fit of Mediterranean Blues, attacked Mr. C. and twice the British statesman was forced to defend himself by raising his umbrella briskly to the present and striking Il Duce smartly on the head. Honour then being satisfied on both sides, the two statesmen withdrew and Mr. C. had a’ splendid send-off with vivas and the Fascist anthem. But as soon as they were out of the room, the slim silent figure of a woman erept out of her hiding place. "The meeting was most cordial,’’ said the two statesmen in a@ joint communique, ‘‘with much warmth on both sides.’’ "Tl say,’’ said Mme. Tabouis. Which she did.