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THE CHINA MAIL, OCTOBER 13, 1987.

A PARLIAMENTARY TWAIN

DOES not take one long in the these elder states

I use a Commons to discover Some will call

case

which the duo attracted attention doughty statesmen.

Their words

Mr. Lloyd George has a corner gave verisimilitude to that benevo That may or seat at the end of the Front Opposi- lent look, for in the speeches to that the major attractions in British obstructionists.

not be the

Ition Bench "above the gangway, which I listened, there was always padiamentary life are Mr. Lloyd may George and Mr. Winston Churchill only know that when I read ie, on the first block of opposition -a deferential reference to the other's

of German benches nearest the Speaker. "Why?" “important" speech. Pr

He may not be driving home Several times before the Recess I of the expulsion attended the debates. There was journalists from London, I was re- I asked a friendly M. P., with whom always a buzz of excitement in the minded of a very forceful demand I was whispering on the bench a good point, but he always drives corridors whenever either of these for such action which I heard in the which, by courtesy of the Sergeant- home a good sentence.

Be that at-Arms. I was occupying under From his place below the gangway two titans was about to speak. Then House from Mr. Churchill.

toward the Gallery. “He is not a Labour- Mr. Churchill no longer has a right half-empty beaches began to fill up as it may, you do not run

The reply I got was some to pound the government's box. He Never- "Well, he took that has to remain in his place. In the purleus of Westminster gadflies, and I had to seek some ite." they will tell you that neither, of other explanation for the manner in what vague.

seat, and, since he is the Father of theless there is no lack of emphasis the House, nobody cared to disturb in what Mr. Churchill has to say. Nor does an impediment in his speech thim”

THE

WORLD GOES BY By “ ULYSSES”

My Moan

his force. There is also a distinction in have detract one whit from ing any reserved stall at all in Par- His scoring strokes are dealt with liament, let alone one on the front the rapier repartee. "How can you. bench "above the gangway." Few interrupt a man like that?" whisper- seats are sacred in the House of ed my M. P. friend, “and not get the How, indeed! We Commons, where, unlike most other worst of it!" assemblies, the elect of the people sit had just heard him rebuke the soli- together on long benches, not separ- tary communist M. P. a perennial in- lately at desks. You may be sure terrupter.

Churchillian sentences have passed that Mr. Churchill shares that dis-

some splendid tinction with Mr. Lloyd George, into literature in

You may have noticed the ab- ence of Ulysses from this space resterday. You may possibly have vondered if it was the after- ffects of the REO.CA dinner or ligesting of too much war news r the feeble humour of contem-

Another M. P. was in his place on tomes. The most recent is "The Life Churchill's none of these

he hastily of Marlborough," Mr. oraries. It was

one of my visits, but hings. The fact of the matter is, moved up when Mr. Churchill ap- famous ancestor. One of these sen-

went on strike. Not for more

peared. The Churchill seat is like- tences occurred in one of the speeches He referred to ay. Oh, dear no. Merely as wise a corner one, but below the I heard him make.

"lolling" in protest against the drudgery of

gangway, and of course on the op- a British

There was

Mr. Churchill writing this damn column daily posite side to Mr. Lloyd George's. Spanish waters.

Thus the two heroes of a thousand scattered laughter. However, I was threatened with a potent he sack or discharge,

parliamentary battles can glare al looked up in pained surprise till an

across M. P. explained the laughter weapon which my capitalist em-most directly at each other ployers never hesitate to use. The the aisle dividing government party springing from the use of the word

There is remarked Mr. Churchill, with result you see before you, staining from opposition. Only they don't "lolling" in such a connection. “Oh,” the white purity of a page, this seem to glare any more...

By H. B. Elliston

warship

some

AM glad the Lawn Bowls season I

is over. Reading reports of local matches always brought back with a vivid intensity the days of my youth when I played the game, for the first and last time, în a country vicarage in Suffolk. The 'occasion, I recall clearly, was at first, a most convivial ones I had absorbed several tanks of sherbet and lemonade, and was quite ready to show my prowess when invited to participate in the fray on the grassy sward. - Hiccuping gently, I picked up the wood, poised it as if I was putting the weight at the Olympics, and went into action, as the war communiques say. A tinkling of glass showed that I had portion of which I consider should a benevolent look in Mr. Churchill's utmost urbanity, "the figure was ever remain virginal, undefiled-eye as the sturdy Welshman, pink- somewhat picturesque, I grant. But scored a direct hit on the Vicar's My employers think otherwise, and cheeked and silver white of mane, it arises from the idea of a large and For some it seems I shall be with you here briskly moves the few paces to the heavy body responding rhythmically cucumber frames. reason, this was not received with until a merciful death overtakes short table in front of the opposi- to the movement of the waves." And

I Mr. Churchill accompanied his the applause I considered to be my me, or unless, of course, you, my tion leaders, and starts to talk. dae. In fact, the general bon-lovely, kind-hearted readers, write noticed a kindred benevolence in planation with a "lolling”? of his own homie gave way to vague, mutterin strong letters of protest against the eye of Mr. Lloyd George when body, which is becoming both large ings from the assembled country the repeated imbecilities on this ever Mr. Churchill rose to his feet. and heavy; and went on with

They seem to relish each other, these speech without a pause. gentry, squires, landowners, gen-page. Will you? tleman farmers and other hangers- binge,

on

at 2 vicarage However, they allowed me another shy. This time, I emulated the action of the American baseball pitcher, and scored another direct Shit, the wood striking the jack. The latter ball, which I always re- gard as a feeble sort of thing, being a sort of poor relative of the fives or golf ball, disappeared in the direction of the remnants-of the cucumber frames, which again tinkled (to my ears) pleasantly. The wood shot off at a tangent, old- lumbering along like an fashioned cannon ball, and mowed down a row of the Vicar's dahlias. They were the pride of his justly famed garden, those dahlias. You will notice, I said they were. After the broadside from my wood, the poor things lay flat on the ground, a monument to my skill at bowls, Stumps were then drawn in a gen- of brewing eral atmosphere storms, typhoons, monsoons and hurricanes. At dinner the Vicar only managed to say grace with an effort and several glasses of sherry. However, when the port (for which the man lived and from which he later died) had circulat ed several times, good humour was restored. The conversation, never- theless, was kept of bowls, and I believe the noble game has never been played in the vicarage

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