ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENCE

Dragon, 1 December 1942, Page 26

ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENCE

Yes Freddie, we are sorry that your strongly worded letter to "Truth" has not appeared in that journal. Doubtless when the proprietors find out, the Editor will be sacked.

Quiet Watcher. While it is true that the Officers not waiting in the queue, but pushing in at the ticket office, did deprive you of a seat as the place was then full, I should point out that they are not the only privileged ones. If at screening time, the Officers reserved seats are not occupied, the manager invariably gives the seats to the soldiers. What we can do is to print your complaint in this form, in the hope that, in future, those Officers intending to attend the Cinema on Saturday nights will have the grace to arrive some time before the performance begins, so that those soldiers who have been standing in a queue for half an hour will not be deprived of their pleasure.

Willie. No. The Brigadier did not start smoking that pipe when he took command. It is reputed to be a veteran of at least two campaigns.

Agatha (Taihape). Flaming Youth has no connection with the boy who stood on the burning deck. Nor with the slightly inebriated Trooper who sat on and ignited a box of matches in the Taihape station waiting room.

Rugby Enthusiast (Owhango). Yes, we understand that our football team has been lucky each time it mas won, and unlucky when it has lost.

Lonely (Raetihi) asks if the Editor knows of a suitable husband for her from our ranks. For long, she has been fascinated by the "Dear little berets" and now wishes to marry one. No success so far, "Lonely," but if anyone reading this is on offer, please get in touch with "Lonely," who writes: "I want him to be, six feet three inches tall, well proportioned, jet black hair, Grecian nose, blue eyes, very small moustache, and he must have an income of not less than £IO,OOO annually. He must have a town and country house, a yacht, and a motor car. Must be fond of children, but these will be supplied." (We are still looking.—Editor.)

Jean (Hunterville) writes. "Dear Editor, could you please give me the names of some jitterbuggers. I am very keen to meet some. (Sorry, Jean, but I can tell you of plenty without the Jitters. Editor.)

Agatha. You say that you went out to a party with some of the Tank boys and during the night you drank five cocktails, four gins, five sherries and ten beers. You want to know if you did wrong. Good Lord Aggie, can't you remember?

Said a youthful instructor named Creeser, "You don't pull the trigger you squeeze'er." He suited action to word,

And his class was interred.

For the result was Bizarre more than Besa.