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MY LONGINGS
name is Joc and Chinese blood flows in my veins.
My fame is and Chase, I have some little of this
world. I know there are places called Europe,TM Aus- tralia, America and the poles but I have never seen them and I have never felt the sea, the soil, the breeze and the frost of them.
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Letters of Guilt
UNTIL he developed a surprising flaw, Nicholas Turner was that jewel beyond price-the
perfect butler.
His employer, the socially pro- But Turner did not I long to spend my
life friends in the mountain.
I would like to congratu-|minent Mrs Loretta Vendetta. leisurely among the mountains, plain is green with grass. late our chairman, Austin prized him above any of the these real obstacles to his care the plains and the forests; but Everything is
so humble; DO Lee, for the wonderful write fabulous gems in her jewel case. fully worked-sui plans. all I hear is the clash and the high, no low.
up he gave the Aircraft whir of this busy world; all I God made this world clean Enthusiast's Club. feel is the sharp edge of cruelty; and pure, and I feel free, all I see is people and buildings happy; for I have everything- and all I smell is the dirty dust the mountains, the plains and a of cities.
faithful friend.
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from the
I spend my life in the city with a mind longing in vain to
I hear a murmur wander away from the rakish and indifferent world; to ride forest, calling me to come.
Dear friend, here I came to clouds in the sky: bath in the
In sum as I pass by; listen to the sleep beneath your shade. birds singing and chirping while your embrace shall I rest, I look up at the blue, blue sky,
I play a few old Chinese folk with the breeze caressing my songs while Happy goes looking
for frogs or rabbits, cheeks...
The sun is setting, its light But all these things are con-
across the forest, templated in vain. I long to slanting have a truthful friend, but all I beams of yellow orange light can find is conceit. I am sad pass through the pine onto the and lonely....the only things ground; clouds above reflect the that can cheer me are the moun- sun's light-turn pink, matching tains, the plains and the forests, the grey blue sky.
I gather firewood and make Dawn breaks. My faithful friend my dog, Happy lles a fire. Again I play my flute,
The sun sets behind the hills silently by my side.
and the darkness brightens my fire
He shows bis truthfulness by his manners, his silent look.
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Now, I am on a high moun- tain.
I stand up, open my bag and take something for Happy for his breakfast. The sum shows -its rim.
The chirping birds fly, about, searching for their breakfast; freedom is in their heart and happiness in their blood.
Happy stares at the fire, my flute and me. His eyes become dizzy and soon he is sound asleep.
Swarms of stars appear ja the clear sky, making the milky way look so dreamy.
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By now, I am asleepin my bed, in my room, cold and dark.
Thus I can only dream. For I have my duty and you have
yours.
The breeze brings me their happy tune and stays with me long after they are heard no
I am sad, I need a faithful more; the
breeze also brings friend, I need the aid of the me the sweetness of the flowers. mountains, the plains and the
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The plains are calling below. I must depart from my dear
forest....
(Credit card to John Chan).
Reel Corner
KATE
O'REILLY
And did so with good reason. Turner was a genius at run-
All he needed, be figured, ning a household, at resolving was to be left alone in the apart- I would like to mention embarrassing situations and at ment for an hour or so.
arranging a dinner party. The opportunity Came in that I was the "blushing Furthermore, his honesty and January. Turner did not tamper blonde" who emerged from intelligence were unquestioned. with the lock on the closet; he the driver's hatch in the Cen-
was too clever for that. turion tank.
So, you who are undecided on whether to join or not—I can personally vouch for the marvellous fun we had last year as members of the A.E.C.
The tanks were only part of the exciting and most in- teresting outings.
So, do join, it's worth it!
MANDY
Life of luxury
Then suddenly and inexplic-
Instead, with a screwdiver be pried out the pins from the door's hinges until it was held up to the jamb only by the
bolt on the other side,
his mind to acquire quick ably. Nicholas Tumer made up wealth and lead a life of luxury Slowly, cautiously, to avoid like those he served-in a word, pulling the bolt out of place to steal his employer's jewels, be eased the door open on the and do a perfect job of it.
hinge side, slipped through the opening, and removed the jewels.
To be sure, the great apart- ment house on the Peak was equipped with burglar-alarms. and the jewels, worth several hundred thousand dollars, were kept in a locked olóset of the library.
Tribute to
A MAN IN GREY
A package
Then he replaced, the door and the hinge pins, wrapped the jewels, and hurriedly ad- dressed the package to a friend named Hansen, who Hyed-in-a shabby Kowloon City apart- ment house, giving "kin, kam structions to hold the package uropened until he came for it.
Tha characteristic
turbabilliy of first-class butlers
[NTIL stormy day in February, 1960, house carried Tumer throarh
Every
UTolbers in the residential area of Yau Yat Chuen, police questioning that followed Kowloon, enjoyed an musual postal service. morning and afternoon, 3 carriers brought their mail, One, a gentle-voiced man in gray, was called Bill; his two ragged-looking helpers were known as Butch and
Jeff.
No one considered it odd that two of the mailmen were dogs, since the trio had faithfully covered the route together for more than 12 years. Even the dogs dublous ancestry-Butch with a touch of beagle, Jeff showing a marked cousinship to collie; or shepherd-lent distinction to the service.
Every weekday it was the same. When postman Bill steppd off the bus at the start of his route, passengers were amused by the
the discovery of the theft....
He insisted that he hadn't the
tress kept the key to the closet (which was true) and even in- timated that he intended · seek- ing employment elsewhere, as he could not possibly remain His longer in a home where honour had been questioned.
slightest low be here
postman delivered a package the 10-year-old daughter of fucriture mover living in a Kowloon City apartment house.
mad scramble that ensued. The dogs often threatened to knock EANWHILE, on the other Bill dovias, 20 enthusiastically did they greet him. Then, like three Mat the barbour, the reunited cronies, they would start down the street, Butch and Jeff trotting ahead, each carrying a packet of letters in his mouth.
Sundays, however, Butch and Jeff—almost as if they could read the calendar-luxuriated at home. They knew it was Bill's
day off.
Sometimes Jeff, feeling his years a little, would loiter at the foot of some stairs or dash to wait at a strategic corner. "You lazy loafer," Bill would chide when be and Butch caught up, and Jeff would thump his tail, begging forgiveness.
CHOICE BONES
Every day, of course, a few choice bones appeared along the route. And at Christmas, gifts of dog biscuit and rubber bones appeared along the route. And at Christmas, gifts of dog biscuit and rubber bones nearly filled Bill's sack to overflowing. It was all part of a happy ritual...
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The girl's father, almost col= lapsed when be returned from work that evening and saw the zings, bracelets, pendants and other treasures inside.
Certain that no one send him such a gift, he turned the jewels over to the police.
They were promptly identified as Mrs Vendetta's - and in a matter of hours, Turner, to his
was A: amazement,
charged with the theft.
Then, one bleak morning, a stranger in the familiar gray uni- form got off the bus. Butch and Jeff looked up and cocked their tattered ears in disbelief. As the bus roared away, a lump formed in the stranger's throat.
A tradition of 12 lang years was ended.
This time, faced with the in- formation the police had been able to gather, the butler con- fessed-cusing himself for a trivial oversight which would mean years in prison instead of
How could be explain to Bill's devoted helpers that their huxurious years of leisure. adored friend had died during the night? There was no way. He
For Hanlon, the furniture" couldn't tell them he had come to take Bill's place because even on mover, lived in the same build- this sad day, the mail had to go through.
ing es Hansen, Tumer's fiend,
But in hurriedly ́`sådn
package, – Turner.
FROZEN SILENCE
Slowly he lowered his sack to the ground. Silently, reproach the in their eyes, Butch and Jeff edged away as he knelt to pet them. He called their names, but they stood in frozen silence, their tails scrawled an “se":fast-
Even when he scratched their ears, they for all the world like flat to the sidewalk. submitted without a quiver of response.
HIS is Julia Lockwood. young French boy. And as you "Please Turn Over," at the not long before the two arrange
a meeting. Lee and Astor. Remember "No Kidding" gives Julla her real chance to portray everyone laughing their first
adult love on the screen, and heads off?
when the tricky scenes were with Julia is the beautiful and over, everyone concerned
Finally, very gently, he took two packets of letters from his Credit card to Robert Bas.
Perhaps these familiar tokens would bring understanding talented daughter of Margaret the picture was delighted with sack.
to the dogs bewildered eyes. But no sooner had be placed the Lockwood, popular movie star her performance. of former years.
"No Kidding" was written packets in their mouths than they dropped them at his feet. Re- Julia's latest picture is "No and directed by Gerald Thomas luctantly the new postman picked up the mail and started off alone. Kidding" and it should be a and Norman Hudis who are res- The dogs followed him with their eyes. But they did not stir from
ponsible for the wow!
"Carry On" their corner.
That afternoon, 'dark clouds sent rain and thunder through the The film is centered around a films which have had Hongkong boliday home for the children of in stitches.
wintry streets. Storm-buffeted passengers disembarking from the rich and busy parents.
Another person in the film bus at the corner hardly noticed the two dogs huddled together at the curb, but that night the driver reported that Butch and Hongkong ilked very
much Jeff had kept vigil all day, rising hopefully as each bus approached and then sinking back to wait-apparently forever if need be- At the home run by a "daddy" when he was here is Noel Pur- for a beloved figure in gray. the children are looked after while their parents are on long cell, you remember him, the business trips abroad.
"DADDY"
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And Julia, when she arrives chap with the beard who seted
is not slow in making the most as the Chief Engineer of the of the available opportunities.
Her first victim is Michael Fatshan in "Ferry to Hongkong.” Shaw, who portrays a handsome
-Credit card to Rosemarie Noronha.
Rosemary writes that the original ides for her story is based on an actual Incident which occurred in Italy. Although the plot is consequently not strictly original, I feel that her style in writing| Justifies her receiving a credit card.
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