THE HONGKONG, TELEGRAPh, WednesdaAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1989,
"Your very
Good
Health'
say it
and keep it with DEWAR'S "White Laber
WHISKY
JOHN DEWAR & SONS.LTD., PERTH (Scotland) & LONDON Sole Agents:-A. 5. WATSON & CO, LTD.
THERE ARE NO RISKS
IN A
MOUTRIE PIANO
MADE IN A CLIMATE MOST SUITABLE TO PIANOFORTE CONSTRUCTION
A SHANGHal producTION IN A MODERN FACTORY
EACH DEPARTMENT UNDER THE DIRECT SUPERVISION OF A EUROPEAN SPECIALIST
LET THE
MOUTRIE PIANO
YOUR
BE
CHOICE
S. Moutric & Co., Ltd.
Chater Road.
Wakes with a smile-ALWAYS
Is this true of your child? If not, if your child fusses and frets-cries upon waking~try CASTORIA, the safe laxativo. Made especially for children, CAS- TORIA acts gently, thoroughly, without irritation or griping. Relloves binding, restores regularity. Gives baby that sense of well-being which brings the smile of contentment and health.
CASTORIA is the answer to child health in 5,000,000 homes. Keep a bottle in YOUR home.
CASTORIA
THE CHILDREN'S LAXATIVE
"THAT'S CORRECT.
CASTORIA, OR. NOTHING!”
And not only for baby. For brother and later too-up to 11 years ol All need it will love Its pleasant turta. And by, daing Castoris they, sớm kafe" from the barah effect of strong adult lastativas: Many doses in sech bettu....... Usu an musdad ... Itkeepe
Beauty...
Be proud of the appearance of your automobile.
Keep the finish looking like new by polishior or waxing. .. clean the windows and polish the chromium. These are all important nieps towards the beauty of your car.
But.
For at FINISHED BEAUTY . for that final step in giving your car that smart different appearance, use WILLZ WHITE TIRE COATING, WHIZ WHITE TIRE
COATING
gives your automobile that sought after
Beauty
Sold Here HONGKONG HOTEL GARAGE Stubbs Kd.
DEATHI
D'ALMADA E CASTRO-On Feb- ruary 22, 1939, at 1 a.m. at St. Paul's Hospital, Francisco Xavier D'Almada Castro. Funeral will pass the Monument at 5.30 p.m. to-day, No flowers by request.
Thr
Hongkong Telegraph.
"You know
it's only the
milkman.
by WILLI FRISCHAUER
the distinguished Viennese journalist note a refugee in England.
"P
OLICE through
cars roared
the streets, we heard the shrilling of police whistles, and. when we looked down from our windows, we realised that our street had been occupied by Black Guards and pollee..."
A Jew from Vienna, one of the few able to leave Germany after the recent pogrom, was giving me his own story of his escape.
We watched S.A. meu taking away Jews from their houses, anci, behind the curtains, we saw the weary faces of tired women look- ing at their husbands for the last lime as they were bundled into
Wyndham St., Hongkong the cars.
'Phone 26615 February 22, 1939
This Is Not War
"It was seven o'clock in the evening, and after the bustle of the arrests had died down we beard nothing but an occasional cry from a child. It was the only sound to break the ominous still- ness, but for the inarching of
heavy boots which ebbed rhyth mically to and fro.
We sat down round the table
NO MORE insensate example of the utter irresponsibility of Japan's railitarists could have been provided than by the horri-n the big room, father, mother fying mass murder of civilians and I. We waited. We could do in British and Chinese territory nothing else. on the Hongkong frontier Jester- day morning.
excuse
It is hard to imagine that even Japur's spokesmen, notorious as they are for the
with ense which they make
for excuses attacks On foreign lives and
find property, can
for yesterday's violations.
The airmen who visited the Hongkong frontier demonstrated for forty-five minutes the differ- ence between mass murder and civilised warfare,
What possible excuse can there be7
Firstly, the Hongkong-Kwang- tung border is not demarcated by an imaginary line. It is clear and unmistakable, a wide strip of water that glimmers shimmering- ly to visiting airmen.
Secondly, no trains run on the Chinese section of the Kowloon Caxton Railway, and this fact is definitely known to the Japanese military authorities.
Thirdly, the military post and railway station at Lowu were clearly marked by British flags. It would have been impossible for airmon bombing at low altitudes, as the Japanese bombed yester- day, not to see these flags.
Those are incidents that con- cern Great Britain, which already i9 protesting in unmistakable terms to Tokyo.
But there is another incident, a more appalling incident, that concerns the entire civilised world.
Shum Chun was not a military objective. It has not been a military objective since the Japan- ese troops ralded the border last December. The Japanese authorf- ties are fully aware of the fact that no Chinese troops have been stationed at Shum Chun since the hoginning of the year-that the Chinese eity is no repository for war materials and that even tho anti-aircraft defences have been removed.
The Japanese authorities know, too, that Shum Chun had been turned into a refugee zone by a refugee committee headed by the Bishop of Hongkong. They knew that many rofugees who sought sanctuary In Hongkong had re- turned to Shum Chun with the unsurance from the Hongkong authorities, who received it from the Japanese military comman. ders, that 48 hours notice would be given bafore the border area would again bé'molested.
"Suddenly the doorbell rang. We tried to pusil ourselves together. to get ready for... But it was only Anny, the girl from Number 42. Sho came to tell us that they had taken her brother away. She sat down and wept quietly, We were so afraid that we could not even try to comfort her.
"Night fell, and we eat still. scarcely exchanging a word, We lund heard away-rumours during the day. All male Jews would be arrested, they said. Father tried to make a cheerful face and even to crack a joke. But somehow our terror gave ainister meanings to his poor brave little Jokes.
"The night passed, and we were sil sitting round the table when dawn came. We did not dare to go to bed or even take off our clothes. We were tired oût, almost hysteri- hope to remain free? cal. How much longer could we
There was a rumbling on the stairs outside. We looked at each other. Was it now?
"It was only the man from the upper floor going out to work early. Sunlight came through the window on to the floor now.
"Then the doorbell rang---I shall never forgot the sound. I looked up at the clock. It was seven. A second time the doorbell rang be- fore we realised that our hour had struck. The impatient shriek of the bell sounded threatening.
"Slowly I got to my feet, but the few steps to the donr seemed mites. I could hardly drag myself there. Before I got to the door the bell rang for a third time....
My friend, sitting opposite me in our comfortable Hampstead flat, trembled, as he told me his story. His tale brought back to him the norrors of the night, the danger from which he had only just es- caped.
He sighed. Looking around he seemed only now to realise again that he was safe:
"If only British people know how lucky they aro," he said, 'when their boll rings at soven in the morn- ing they know it is only the milkman”
"
Then he continued with the The Japanese cannot possibly account for his arrest. It was, how And adequate excunca for the ever, no different from the pro- wholesale laughter of men, cedure which the police apply to woinen and children that occurred criminals." And in the cell into in Shun Chun yesterday. They which he and fourteen other Jowa cannel possibly explain away the three housebreakers. pachine-gunning that cinimod 40 many innocent lives/
It was deliberate and barbaric massacre.
wordpressed there were really
They provided, he said, quite a change in 'atmosphere,
* "My friend was rocky to havO`A
99
"The world cannot realise the constant trapedics which tear the hearts of those Jews who survive"
twelve different tax receipts in perfect order. When the prison became intolerably overcrowded prisoners were called up and asked. which of them could guarantee to get out of the country at onco.
My friend raised his hand, and with three others who were in the same lucky position he was taken to a special room, whero their papers were examined,
All four of them had been in Vienna all their lives. Now they "must leave the city for ever.
Where are you going?" thoy asked each other.
French Congo." London
"Dutch West Indies .. ** "Shanghal...”
"
"Join the Jews and see the world," my friend said to
mo cynically.
But the world is not such a pleasant place to look at just now, and the Jews' troubles start again as soon as they cross the German Ironiler.
The other day I met a famous Jewish doctor who was happy to escape to Britain, Patiently he had been waiting for permission to take up his studies again and qualify to practise here,
I knew him in Vienna some years ago. Patients flocked to his house from far and near. He had gained iamo for his research work in a special field of medicine. He had taught foreign doctors how to apply his own particular treatment which had cured hundreds who had formerly been held incurable.
Here in London he goes to Achool again. He joins young English students in the lecture theatre, be works alde by side with them in laboratories and hospitals under doctors who, a year ago, would have been honoured to be allowed to watch him at his work in Vienna.
A man of nearly sixty, ho has adapted himself quickly to his new But when he comes home in the
evenings his age boglus to tell, Would he be able to carry on for two years until he is allowed to practise agsin
. Would it then not be too late...?
And still he was regarded as one of the lucky ones, who could look forward to a new life.
What about anothor friend of mine, who succeeded in getting a ittle money out of Germany 7.Hero he is with enough to live for an- other six months. What is be going to do?
Ho carried on an estate agont's qusiness in Germany. Its can justly rogara himkell as one of the greatest experts in Berlini real estate. He knows every acre of the city. But, what now?.
I watched him at lunch in a little restaurant the other day. With overy bile he took he glanced anxi- qualy at the menu, Hvory bib menLS
tune. Boon there would be no money left and nothing to ent.
"They have given permission for our boy to come to England," said a letter which I have received from a young couple in Hamburg: "Please look after him when he gets there and visit him in the home to which they will take him. This letter really is not written with ink Into every word goes n tear of sorrow for the child whoni we must lose in order to save him. We shall probably never see him again,
Ten thousand of these poor Jew- ish children will be brought to Great Britain and thus be spared the horrors which acc thelr parents' fate.
I have a little baby myself, who is the only bright spot in a life of the many difficul- ties of an exile. Ta think that I should, here and now, say goodbye to the little rascal, novor hear her happy laughter again, never dry the tears on hor rosy faco--and regard myself lucky because it is the botter alternative—it is too much for words.....
The world looks up when win- dows are smashed and synagogues. burned down, It cannot realise the constant tragedies which tear the
heart of those Jews who sur- vivo.
In my own family there have been three violent deaths since Hier marched into Austria in March of this year. And there are still members of my family who regard the dead ones as lucky.
Girl Leaps 420ft. From Cathedral
VIENNA,
A 20-YEAR-OLD. girl committed suicide recently by "ihrowing herself from the top of a 4201t. tower of the famous St. Stephop's Cathedral baze.
She
was Grele Elsenbock, of Kripe, daughter of a judge,
This is the first suicide of its kind since the wari
Paris of St. Stephen's Cathe which stands in the centre of Vienna,
· British Vias in his passport and his: - angihor kika nut of his small fors, | date back to the thirteenth century.
Yesterday Was
Shrove Tuesday
LET us all give thanks for the
good old customs - and especially for one of the jolliest of them, which ordains that we eat our fill of pancakes on shrove Tuesday.
And whether we spice the doughy dainties with juice of lemon or of grape, or 'swallow them flavourless as asceties do, let us pause for a moment in our feasting to remind ourselves that in-more pious days they were consumed for the benelit of the soul, rather than for the palate's delight.
When priests were more powerful than princes, and the people flocked to them for “shriving," or absolu- tion, on the day before. Lent begun. housewives found themselves in à nice little dictalie quandary. All flesh food was forbidden during Lent what, then, was to be done with that bowl of delicious fat which yet remained in the arder on Shrove Tuesday?
Naturally, no thrifty dame, were she never so devout, could bear to see such goodness wasted-but she dared not have it still in the house by Ash Wednesday's dawning. We cun mingine the moment of ponder- ing-lite plump hands on hips, and bead side-bent.
Happily the fat suggested the fry- ing-pan, and the frying-pan plainly binted at ealtes; and thus to à reli- gious law's demond and the medine- vil inothers' careful way of house- keeping do we owe the homely cele- bration of Pancake Day.
IN
TN the course of the centuries there has been, it would seem, no bule change in the method of making pan- cakes, John Taylor, the watermon- poet, tells us in his quaintly scornful fashion that in his time he lived from 1580 till 1853–toheaten flour" was used, "which the cooks do mingle with water, cups, spice, and other tragical, magical enchantments, and then they put it by title and tittie into a frying-pan of boiling sunt, where it makes à confused, dismal hissing, until at last, by the skill of the cook, it is transformed into the | form of a flip-jack."
The lazy ones among us must. I think, very much regret the lapsing of an old-tline rule that the last inember of the household to be scat- ed at the breakfast-table should be the first to receive a pancake. How- ever, this was a barbed courtesy, for The intent was to put to shame the "lic-a-bed," who, if too sensitive of the rebuke, would fling the cake to the dog. If the dog refused it, then the late-comer was branded as sloth indeed.
But 1
have
E
suppose few people nowadays pancakes for breakfast on Shrove Tuesday: the stomach wel- vomes them for more gally at the luncheon-hour, when the time of the ringing of the Pancake Bell is past. You have heard, perchange, of how this bellin far-off days cailed the Shriving Bell-proclaimed from t thousand church towers the time for
to frying-pans
begin their In London where many traditions have outlasted cus- tom the bell
longer rung, though the sound of it echoed down
the
sizzling?
I many a century,
*
no
sú
ND was not this one of London's
famous "cries"?
On Tuesday Shrive there sounds
a bell,
To passers-by it plainly rings to
tell:
Prepare to eat your pancakel In seine country parishes in Eng- land the bell rong again yesterday. and maybe village children scram [ bied, screaming, for puneaķes tossed down to them from a clamorous bel fry, as their great-grandfathers did when they were young.
The classic scramble, of course, is that which as inevitably as the cem ing of Pancake Day Itself-took place at Westminster School yesterday.
Once more the cook hurled the pancake particularly tough one, inado specially for the occasion--over the bar that is set up in "big school,** and the
boys
taking
part in the "greeze" hurled themselves upon it. He who captured the cake, or the largest part of it, as usual, enrried off a guinea also. It is said that the frying-pan used at this most historic scramble is 500 years old.
Once. during his reign, King George the Fiil honoured the event with his presence and laughed as loudly as any of the fun of it.
THE present King, too, has shown
his Interest in Pancake Day cus toms. A few years ago be kicked off in the two-days-long "game" of foot- bail that is part of the Shrovetide celebrations at Ashbourne, in Derby- shire as it is at various places in | Warwickshire, Durham, and Nor-
thumberland.
Originally, the purpose of this Shrovetida football was to provide an opport
rtunity for the populace to "let. off steni before assuming the gra- vity of Lent. Freviously cock-fight= ing was the safely-valve.
Yeggs Cheat Themselves
Blcokholm, Saak. Thŋ kafecrackers Who flew the safe, in "muntelisk ball: beze, so1 827 for their trouble. The force of the blast blour "a" package, containing (200 meron the floor, where I "a dig covered next morning.
=