WHO’S WHO IN THE OFFICERS’ MESS.

Erk's Work, 1 February 1941, Page 16

WHO’S WHO IN THE OFFICERS’ MESS.

F/L TURNER. He has more goodness in his little finger than you have in your whole body. (Swift). Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. (Henry IV). Very like a whale. (Hamlet). F/L WALKER. I’ll put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes. (Midsummer Night’s Dream). Behold! lam a woman-hater. Not one of them do I trust. Nay, not one can deceive and allure me. For I have their numbers, all of them. (Mrs. Solomon). The least among them was Wisenheimer, who was abbreviated and whose hair was thin upon the top. (Mrs. Solomon). A.P/O. FILMER. My wish . . (not now, but only while a lad) That womankind had but one rosy mouth, To kiss them all, from north to south. (Byron). Oh Romeo, Romeo ! Wherefore art thou Romeo ? (Romeo and Juliet). F/O IRVINE. He is not afraid of the cook. (Mrs. Solomon). F/O ARKWRIGHT From college youths which are fresher than spring asparagus, and more tender than spring lamb, oh deliver me! (Mrs. Solomon). S/L CARTER. He muttcreth unto his wife : “Lo! I will go unto a quiet corner for a cigar”—and behold, he wandereth into many corners, and returneth by a circular route. (Mrs. Solomon). F/O GRIFFITHS. O for a falconer’s voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again. (Romeo and Juliet). An aeroplane no longer produces awe and wonder amongst an uninitiated public. (A.P/O. Conklin). There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know. (Dryden).

F/L JOHNSTONE. Let us accept the legend that the man of letters is an imbecile. A tradition so carefully fostered must have some use in it. (Gould). It is a fallacy that the colour red maddens a bull. (“You’re wrong about that.”) F/O RANSOM. Verily, my daughter, an husband is a good thing. He giveth the house a “finished” look, even as a rubber plant or a door-plate. (Mrs. Solomon). F/O HARVEY. And the damsel was interested, and she said: “Go on!” (Mrs. Solomon). S/L TRANCRED, A.F.C. Said one : “Folks of a surly Tapster tell, And daub his Visage with the Smoke of Hell; They talk of some strict Testing of us —Pish! He’s a Good Fellow, and ’twill all be well.” (Omar). Fill me with the old familar juice, Methinks I might recover by-and-bye! (Omar). S/L BRAYE, D.F.C. It were all one, That 1 should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. (All’s Well that Ends Well). And, strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot, Some could articulate, while others not. (Omar). F/L BUSCH. Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit, a man; simplicity, a child. (Pope). With his own hands he runneth the lawnmower and washeth the dog. (Mrs. Solomon). F/L ASHCROFT. Indeed, indeed, repentance oft before I swore- —but was I sober when I swore ? And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand My threadbare Penitence apieces tore. (Omar).

S/L GEDGE, M.C. Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy. (Milton). Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness. (Cowper). PADRE. Set those persons down with me to pray, And you shall see who has the properest notion Of getting into heaven the shortest way. (Byron). Of right and wrong he taught Truths as refined as ever Athens heard; And, strange to tell, he practis’d what he preached. (Armstrong). F/O BLUNDELL. How little, O my daughter, how exceeding little shall satisfy the heart of a woman. (Sayings of Mrs. Solomon). CAPT. HARDWICKE SMITH, N.Z.M.C. Is there no hope ? the sick man said; The silent doctor shook his head: And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow. (Gay). F/O WILES. And I looked at him, and smiled sadly. (Mr. Solomon). Oh ! how many torments shall lie in the small circle of a wedding ring! (Colley Cibber). F/L ROBERTSON. ' Let me play the lion, too ; I will roar that I will do any man’s heart good to hear me. I will roar that I will make the duke say — Let him roar again, Let him roar again. (Midsummer Night’s Dream). No woman would ever marry if she had not the chance of mortality for a release. (Gay).

F/L GOLDINGHAM. I’ll tell him what you say, and so farewell. (Peele). P/O EATON. But yonder I see my Corydon, and a sweet swain it is, Heaven knows. (Farquhar). P/O MACMILLAN. So comes a reckoning when the banquets o’er, The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more. (Gay). F/O THORNTON. And lately by the Tavern Door agape, Came Stealing through the dusk an Angel Shape Bearing a Vessel on his shoulder; and He bid me taste of it; and ’twas —the Grape ! (Omar). F/O GRAY. Mark how he sitteth afar off and talketh of love in the abstract. (Mrs. Solomon). The devil was sick, the devil a monk would be, The devil was well, the devil a monk was he. (Rabelais). METEOROLOGIST: MR. WATTS (M.Sc.). The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, Heavily, in clouds, brings on the day, The great, th’ important day, big with fate. (Addison). The barometer is an ingenious instrument which indicates what kind of weather we are having. (Devil’s Dictionary).