The Evening News, Tuesday 1st October 1946

outs under piles of rubble. Herein London we have experienced devastation on a scale not experi­enced since the Great Fire. I N Europe city upon city— Rot­terdam. Belgrade. Berlin, Cologne— lie in ruins: small towns and villages have not been spared The mind of the writer of this column will be haunted, for the rest of life, by the memory of Cassino as it was in the spring of 1944 It is to be hoped that the dele­gates to the Hastings conference will think, as they talk and plan, of Cassino. of the City of London, of Stalingrad. Rebuilding with bricks and mortar and concrete maybe relatively easy—so astounding is the recuperative power of modern industry— but can these build back into mankind the faith, the optimism, the courage and the steadfastness at which the orgy of destructiveness was aimed? I 1 / u i -Cl 11 M W Grace Moore America, is to be pirb 1 i shed here shortly. It may also be filmed. Her husband, Val Pa rarer thea. Sparteh musi­cian. who is at nresent in the South of France, may join her for the Albert Hall concert. “mother “George's clans are mature. He is to tackle Westminster about school exemptions (education will be continued), the Service Minis­tries about Dostoonement of mili­tary service No Ballyhoo Dream Town T HAVE been looking down,- 1 as from an aircraft at 1.000 feet, upon one of Mr. Silkin's “dream towns.” It is the only model so far completed at ihe Ministry of Town and Country Planning of a i satellite community as envisaged by Profeseor Sir Patrick Aber­ crombie in his Greater London Plan. It is a "reconstituted" Ongar Next week Income Tax goes on holiday Next week is an Income Tax Holiday. All Income Taxpaying wage-earners benefit —some by paying less tax some by paying no tax at all some by paying no tax and getting a cash rebate. What a chance to put a bit extra into your savings —without cut­ting down on your normal weekly expenditure! Itll all help towards your personal savings target —the worth­while things youre going to spend your money on later. Now is the time to increase Y O sir NATIONAL SAVINGS EVERY CI INVESTED W tUL HELP TOWARDS THE NATIONAL TARGET OF £520 MUION VlflTH none of the ballyhoo 1 J which marked the end of Rainbow Corner, the Tottenham Court-road Y.M.C.A. buffet—one of the worlds most famous war­time canteens—served its Last cup of tea last night. No fanfares no jazzing crowds at midnight. Just a quiet, sad half-hour's “good-bye to all this. with a bunch of English flowers games 01 cness-oy-posi assay mg that draughts wfis a childs game, I knew the challenge would not pass unanswered Among angry draughts players who have since written tome is Mr John OConnor, hon. secretary of the Surrey County Draughts Association He says 4 4 The last chess player who thought draughts childish lost 11 games in succession t-o me.... I challenge Mr. Follwell if he can win one draughts game out of 20 against anyone often players 1 will name— either across the board or by correspondence— I will give £10 to any charity you care to name." JOHN CARPENTER mometers and Londoners swel­tered in temperatures reaching 1DO decrees For three previous days it had been 00 degrees or more, and then suddenly it dropped to 07 degrees —and nearly everybody caught colds Coldest day was December H ,!1800. when London shivered with 21 degrees So that although people may shake their heads and say the weather hasnt b^en the same since scientists began playing about with atom bombs, you can tell them hat we've always had freakish weather in this little island of ours. That is why were so fond of talking about it. Dudley Pope (Colonel) H.r f/oare tfo rm e r com­mander 5 th R e q im e t.n R.H.A.). They Eat Out REASONABLE thinking readers of your letter column must be heartily sick of the stupid twists that some people ar putting into the milk situation. The letter under“ Housewife's View." crowns them all. Who are the people who feed at British restaurants cafes and can­teens? Ordinary people working class people, the people who must goon often with little rest, or we all go down They earn it they get it, and will continue to dr> so The Safety First TF you would devote <»few lines on your front page everyday to reminding the public for un­ceasing vigilance on the roads vou would be rendering a great social service Please champior tne cause of the pedestrian, and suggest that there should abe Safety First Com­mittee In each district to study the problem. Th°re is tendency to regard the accident figures as re­grettable but unavoidable, whereas if these figures referred to blitz victims or to men lest in a foreign campaign there would bean out­cry.— (Mrs.) HelenA. Peteny, West Hall-road, Warlinqham. Surrey. JOHN BRO P H Y writes to-day's light-hearted story A LOT of things that yfere once considered romantic have k>een crushed out of existence by war and economics and science. Women, it is said, are no longer terrified at the fight of a mouse. Perhaps that is one reason why Harold retained over so many years, during which he neither saw nor heard ofter ,such tender memories of Peggy He and Peggy had been at school together, a village school where they were taught all the regulation subjects by three hard-working teachers. Boys sat on one aide of the class, girls on the other, at desks which accommodated a pair. Usually two boys sai together or two girls. But one year the class was very big. and Harold and Peggy (they were just fourteen then) shared a desk between them. They were chosen for this dubious honour because Peggy was demure and Harold was reckoned stolid and trustworthy. Perhaps it was inevitable that Haro!d hitherto interested chiefly in games and railway engines, rab­bits and postage stamps, should fall m love with the girl with the gol­den pigtails who sat beside him through the long school hours I3EGGY. however, had no use lor Harold. He was neither good- looking nor interesting, and when he was especially overcome by her prettness his mouth tended to gape open Peggy had ambitions. She was small and dainty and dis­dainful The only time she ex­hibited any kindness to Harold was one sultry afternoon when, the class scratching drowsily away in its exercise books, outworking a series of algebra exercises. Peggy finished first and. sitting back, found a mouse Diaying under trie desk She screamed and. leaning sideways, clutched Harold by :hc arm The mouse paid no attention to the scream but as soon as Harold stamped one of hi? big shoes on the floor it scuttled away to its hole in the wall Peggy\ Rratitude did not last long altnoufth Haro ^adored her more numbly than ever Month:? later ner family left the village and Harold supposed h would never see her again. He grew up to abe ships engineer industrious, tough, but undistinguished and if ever he were tempted to fall in love the memory m Peggy with her golden pigtails always seemed to intervene and put him Peggy rema.ned his idea! of femininity slender lissom pink-cheeked and blue-eved and however disdainful she had been to him he always re­membered that a mouse had terri­fied her and impelled her for a All r'Schts reserved characters fictitious few delicious seconds, to cling to him for protection. It was a big thrill for Harold, therefore, when he met Peggy again. His ship pul in at a port in the south of France and as soon ashe was off duty Harold donned his best shore-going suit and in his sober fashion went to seethe sights Typically, he spen? the afternoon with a gude book in the cathedra) and finished up with coffee and cakes on the terrace of an extremely respectable cafe. And there a few minutes later, came Peggy soignee and coo- in a linen suit and an absurd but attractive little hat Harold 'ecognised her at once even thougn the pigtails had been transformed into an ele­gant permanent wave and the ankle socks replaced by what he would swear were nylon it not fine silk stockings. SHE was even more beautiful than ashe remembered ner, and in his excitement he forgot his normal shyness and went over to speak to her F f there was any defect in Peggy's beauty it was that her nose was slightly snub and now it tilted still higher “Go away/ she said. "Just because we both speak English and this is a foreign p!a,s no reason why 1 should be pestered by every Tom, Dick and Harry who wanders inhere/ “Not Harry— Harold. Dont vou remember me? "She looked at him carefully, and then began to giggle. She was friendly too. in a cool. Impersonal way. and allowed him to sit at ner table and tell what he had oeen doing since their days at school. Presently she admitted that he nad improved “You needed to.' «he said “You were awful then. At least you've got rid of those oimples. I supoose It's the sea air.'' HAROLD forbore to explain that he spent most of his time in a hot. oily engine-room He was more interested in Peggy, and Longing to know how she came to be herein a French seaport She ignored all hs leading questions, however, but at least he discovered she was neither married nor engaged to be married “Of course not/' she said, toss­ing her head' I have my career to think of ”And a few minutes later she announced she must be going. She had work to do. Harold pleaded so Hard that at last she told him if he wanted to see her again he could come along at eight oclock to the circus on the outskirts of the town. “But what are you doing in a circus 9 “he asked“ Youll see. Im somebody now Heres my card. Show them that and they'll [ ld you a>\------ tly Tame seat. Otherwise 1 don't suppose youll get in Its full house every performance." She was gone, leaving Harold to stare at an outsize visiting card on which was printed Peggys circus name and the information that she wast woman lion-tamer. On the way to th^ circus it occurred to Harold that not only was it rather odd for a . nic Eng­lish girl with whom he had been at school to be transformed int a star turn at a circus touring the Con­tinent of Europe but quite astound­ing when one recalled that the tamer of savage beasts had once b^en pretty little Peggy (short for Margaret) who had screamed at the sight of a mouse. BUT on the hoardings along the streets and outside the circus itself there were huge coloured posters depicting Peggy, clad in apparently moreno than the hide of avery small leopard, and cracking a whip over a horde of lion all showing very long white teeth And the card procured Harold a seat, i.ot avery good one it is true, but the atman the box-office explained that he had me late, the circus was popular, and even for the lion- tamer it was not possible to turn paying patrons out of ring-side seats. There were clowns, jugglers, acrobats, more clowns, bare-back riding, trapeze swinging, tight­rope walking, and again more clowns, and Harold sat patiently through it all till Peggy appeared, announced in both French and Eng­lish by the ring-master. Evidently she was the big attraction, the cli­max of the evenings entertainment. HAROLD was relieved to dis­cover that despite the posters, she had only three lions to con­tend with, md they roared only to order She entered the lions cage %'th aplomb, and singly and as a troupe the tawny beasts trotted round at her behest, leaped on and off a dais and then through abe- rbboned hoop Finally one of them a lowed her to put her pretty head into his laws for quite two seconds. Anvone not hopelessly in love as Harold was. might have considered the performance rather ordinary, if not disappointing and iudged that its popularity was due solelv to the fact that the lion-tamer was a woman, and a voung and pretty woman at that. But fo- Harold everything he saw was marvellous and admirable He wenr round immediately after­ towards deliver his congratula­tions, which Peggy received gra­ciously, but ae moreno than her due. He also asked her to marry him, at which sne sat back and laughed For four successive evenings, while his ship discharged and took in cargo. Harold attended the circus, and before and after each performance he proposed marriage It needed a lot of argument to make Peggy take him seriously, and then she answered“ T couldnt possibly give up my career Harold thought he had one more evening in port one more chance to talk Peggy round. But in the afternoon the captain an­nounced that the ship would sail with the tide at eight Harold hurried ashore, searched the cates, and then made his way to the circus. Among the caravans and trailers parked in a circle at the back he found Peggy with her lions She was feeding them She did not notice him approach. He was about to start straight within a renewed and still more urgent proposal when he observed something so surprising %that he paused, in his «M schoolboy manner, with his mouth half-open The lions were being fed not with joints of raw meat but with turnips, cabbages, potatoes and. for dessert, melons. "So that's it! "he said- I ought to have remembered th2 t mouse! Youve got hold of vegetarian lions!" EGGO Y realised that her secret was a secret no longer. “It took me a longtime to train them. But now they wont look at meat." “Thats why you re not scared! And to think it gave theme horrors to watch you put your head into that poo: brutes mouth' “He hates it.” Peggy admitted.- 1 have to drench myself in floral perfume, and even then he cant stand it for more than a couple of seconds. Hes very high prin­cipled. that one.“ Youll have to marry me, Harold declared. “Or else l| you give the game away ?Oh, Harold. I never thought you'd stoop to blackmail '“Id do anything for you.” said Harold. And now he is married and con­tent, for he also has become per­fectly tame. one or aomesutnv. The old things he collected were things of use— candlesticks, copper bowls, great mugs. He was not content to know that our ancestors ate geese at Michaelmas he had a goose on his own board at that feast. ?NE claim at least I can make to the succeosion wrote the Preface to the only selection from Barron's Evening News essays which was ever published. It appeared in 1024 under the appropriate title of “Day In and Day Out. It was characteristic of him not to put his real name on the title- ,page and it was plain and clear that had he not been badgered into it he would never have bothered to make even one small selection, for his attitude towards yesterdays essay was the hens towards yester­days egg. In his dedication he confessed that his wife had saved his “light things from the waste-paper basket and I opened my own intro­duction with: “It is a privilege to be allowed to wTite a preface to a selection of 'The Londoner's' essays. In one wav. at least, I may claim to have earned the privilege I have been urging him to reprint some of his oaoer for at least ten years.” Looking, after the lapse of nearly a quarter of a century, at what I wrote, I am glad that I paid tribute to his elegance, his fertility, his ranze. his learning, his experience of life and his common humanity. And I see. with n new trepidation, that I noted the difficulties with ,which he hai to cope and over 1 which he triumphed.? n f t Pepys Diary Drawn bv mS Eric Parker E works,” I re­marked. M within a normal ,limit, I should suppose, of fewer than a thousand words. There are all sorts of possibilities which he must rule out He can have no long digressions no long quotations he cannot hooe to exhaust a sub­ject. to analyse at length or sup-ply great chunks of information »and yet he must produce a true I essay not a series of newspaper paragraphs: a complete essay not a fragment of something which the reader feels should be continued in our next. “Having no space for cartoons, j he has reconciled himself and pro-duced cameos And the best of 1 them, like the best cameos, leave one forgetful of their relative size and of anything but their beauty and fullness and perfection of grace Thev are done, and nothing remains to be done. They are not short, nor are thev long the~ are of the right length” Rather a lotto e lr up Ito! hope 1 didnt throw too large a boomerang! TO-DAY'S CROSSWORD IS ON PACE 4 February 2nd 1660—To my office where I found all the of.'icer. of the regiment in town, waiting to receive money .and what their was in the Exchequer they hod. In 1659 the soldiers attempted to govern Britain with­out any civilian authority. Thev failed, quarrelled among themselves, restored the Rump Parliament. General Monk, commander of the forces in Scotland, determined to end this anarchy, marched to London. [This is a Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday l ure fea
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