Sunday’s Piece

“Dear John Lentell –
We are holding for ransom one irreplaceable imported (smuggled?) article. Do not contact either the C.I.D. or the local Fuzz. Your article will be returned to you unbroken if you comply with this stipulation. Place the following piece in the Rhodesia Herald –

‘For the cup of sun I stole
From the shelf beside the roll
I apologise most abjectly.’

All transactions will be carried out over a bottle of Manica. This is your one and only ultimatum – comply with it or your article will be brushed out. Peace.”

(Anonymous letter received – unstamped – 5c postage dud)

John Lentell
13th March, 1971

Friday’s Piece

“NEW laws could force you to kennel your bitch…”

(Advertisement in yesterday’s Personal Column)

John Lentell
11th March, 1971

Thursday’s Piece

“I wish you could make the kind of bread my mother used to make.”

“Well, dear, I wish you could make the kind of dough my father used to make.”

John Lentell
10th March, 1971

Sunday’s Piece

Patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone.

(Edith Cavell, 1865 – 1915, to Rev. Gahan on night before her execution in 1915)

John Lentell
7th March, 1971

Edith_Cavell

Saturday’s Piece

She loved him, but probably no woman can live with a man for many years without having an indulgent contempt for him, and wondering how he is considered a good man of business.

(J. M. barrie, 1860 – 1937)

John Lentell
6th March, 1971

jm barrie

Friday’s Piece

He who proves things by experience increases his knowledge; he who believes blindly increases his errors.

(Chinese proverb)

John Lentell
3rd March, 1971

 

Sunday’s Piece

An idealist is a person who helps other people to be prosperous.

(Henry Ford, 1863 – 1947)

John Lentell
27th February, 1971

henry ford

Saturday’s Piece

There is only one real tragedy in a woman’s life. The fact that the past is always her lover and her future invariably her husband.

(Oscar Wilde, 1854 – 1900)

John Lentell
26th February, 1971

oscar wilde lover

Wednesday’s Piece

There’s no moss on the moon boys,
It’s all dry up there.
There’s no moss on the moon boys,
So why go up there?

John Lentell
24th February, 1971