Map gevangenbladen Friedrichsfeld, item 7

• May 21, 2017 21:44:53 Bruno Mestdagh

  The Star Club: a secret gant

  of 

  stars tattooed on the backs of their

  hands in order to assist the police

  in their identification. Their silly

  habit of stealthily around

  corners (as if trying to sneak out

  a Soldier souvenir ensored)

  was above prone to

  suspicion. The notice that constables

  when hot on the fugitives

  trail, still adhere to

  the old method of turning

  round beckoning to imaginary

  supports...

  We take this opportunity, for

  stating that tattoo marks may

  easily be obliterated by the injection

  of certain brans of milk.
  

  .. We have done it ourself.

  seemed rather a drastic

  measure to fire a round of

  ball into the offending star, but

  possibly he was in a hurry.

  Taking into consideration the 

  the circunstances, the scense, &

  the company, well perhaps we

  would have done the same,

  had she made it a stipulation.

  ....

  The inclusion of wine in a cinema

  menu should be prohibited.

  Every time a bottle

  was opened, gulped

  while Bailey (K.O.) had to 

  stand up repeatedly & look the

  other way. to the great 

  of those behind him...

  ....

  The hypnotic Professor was

  in fact the "tout

  ensemble' us, for one

  evening at least. 

  - FILMICUS -

  

  Oh, you who have do daed the whistling shell

  make the acquaintance of Keatings, well

  Have you heard of the flea that longed to dwell

  In the feather bed of a queen?

  It sighed all day & it sight all night

  And no one could understand it quite

  For a K.G.'s bed is a flea's delight

  But he for the bed of a queen.

  So he left his Kinsfolk in merry play

  And off by his lonesome he hopped away

  From the home of his youth so bright & gay

  And gloriously unclean....

  With a spring he was over the S-W-Gate

  For a distant country he headed straight

  And he found his goal (as he found his fate)

  In the feather bed of a queen....

  The queen she spoke to her chambermaid

  "There's something the matter, I'm afraid"

  "Just wait till I've done my hair & prayed"

  "Then see what may be seen"....

  And so! when the searched on that white wigwam.

  They found him alone (like stammering Sam)

  And he cried "I die, but I dont care a D."

  For I've lived in the bed of a queen".

  "POETICUS"

  
  

  RAG-TIME RUBBISH

  So it was'nt a spiller after all!

  °°°°

  Lost, stolen & strayed, one hour

  Anyone finding same should

  forward it "c/o 'Optimist' BB"

  - Preferably during the night.

  °°°°

  We warn those of our readers who

  suffer from insomnia against wandering

  

  (BB of parcels

  
  

  IMAGINARY INTERVIEWS

  Edward Digby

  I experienced no little difficulty in

  obtaining an interview with our esteemed

  friend: for Mr Digby is

  a busy man. Perhaps I was rather

  tactless in approaching when I

  did - he was rushing down

  the barrack with a bucket of coke

  in either hand, his shirt wide open

  at the neck, his braces dangling

  from the back buttons of his trousers,

  and perspiration streaming from

  his face.

  "Excuse me, Mr Digby" I ventured

  timidly - His eyes narrowed

  & glared at me scowlingly.

  "Goa t'ell" was his terse rejoinder,

  and he passed on

  with his coke.

  His attitude was

  So hostile that my

  inclination was to

  abandon the idea

  of an interview.

  There & then, but I

  thought of the Editors

  terrible wrath, should

  I return with a blank

  note-book. I pulled

  myself together for

  another try. I bided my time

  therefore, and in due reason I

  convinced him by the stove. He was

  still busy - this time transferring

  the coke from the bucket to fire.

  "Industrious as ever" I commenced

  with somewhat forced pleasantry.

  For a second or two he continued

  to ladle on the coke, then glanced at

  me sideways & ferociously

  ""!! he roared...

  I fumbled confusedly in my pockets

  & produced my 'Optimist' card.

  which I handed to him with a

  sickle smile. He at it

  contemptuously

  then carried

  my card

  
  

  the  coke... Followed an uncomfortable

  silence, broken at last by

  Mr. Digby.

  "Theres a lot of folks", he said 

  and deliberately, "'as doant know was

  to mind their own affairs"

  He paused to stab the fire fiercely with

  the poker. "An Aa doant want'em

  round ere a-meddlin we'mine."

  I endeavoured to pour oil on the

  troubled waters by assering him

  that I was acting solely in the interests

  of my Paper & the Public.

  At which he appeared to be somewhat

  mollified. I took fresh courage

  "Your recent appearance on the Football

  field" I said,

  has been the source of

  much discussion in

  sporting circles. 

  arguments have been

  raised as to which Club

  in the Old Country enjoyed

  your services.

  Some say Preston 

  others, the

  "Pontefact Perambulators"

  (here I assumed

  an encouraging smile) -

  "And - 'Optimist' reader

  would like to be put right in the matter.

  A faint blush of pleasure stole over

  'Digby' face. He glanced cauteously

  around to assure himself that me

  were alone, and in a lazy confidential

  undertone replied "Well

  Aa doant mind tellin'ye that till

  a week ago, Aa'd never kicked a

  ball 'n' ma life" - and he chuckled

  softly. I expressed my astonishment

  & also the opinion that  our readers

  would be flatly incredulous

  "Well', said Edward speaking very

  loudly "Thaats a fire anymoord."

  "But Aa'l tell ye this' (again his

  voice dropped to a whisper)

   

  
  

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• May 21, 2017 21:11:51 Bruno Mestdagh

  The Star Club: a secret gant

  of 

  stars tattooed on the backs of their

  hands in order to assist the police

  in their identification. Their silly

  habit of stealthily around

  corners (as if trying to sneak out

  a Soldier souvenir ensored)

  was above prone to

  suspicion. The notice that constables

  when hot on the fugitives

  trail, still adhere to

  the old method of turning

  round beckoning to imaginary

  supports...

  We take this opportunity, for

  stating that tattoo marks may

  easily be obliterated by the injection

  of certain brans of milk.
  

  .. We have done it ourself.

  seemed rather a drastic

  measure to fire a round of

  ball into the offending star, but

  possibly he was in a hurry.

  Taking into consideration the 

  the circunstances, the scense, &

  the company, well perhaps we

  would have done the same,

  had she made it a stipulation.

  ....

  The inclusion of wine in a cinema

  menu should be prohibited.

  Every time a bottle

  was opened, gulped

  while Bailey (K.O.) had to 

  stand up repeatedly & look the

  other way. to the great 

  of those behind him...

  ....

  The hypnotic Professor was

  in fact the "tout

  ensemble' us, for one

  evening at least. 

  - FILMICUS -

  

  Oh, you who have do daed the whistling shell

  make the acquaintance of Keatings, well

  Have you heard of the flea that longed to dwell

  In the feather bed of a queen?

  It sighed all day & it sight all night

  And no one could understand it quite

  For a K.G.'s bed is a flea's delight

  But he for the bed of a queen.

  So he left his Kinsfolk in merry play

  And off by his lonesome he hopped away

  From the home of his youth so bright & gay

  And gloriously unclean....

  With a spring he was over the S-W-Gate

  For a distant country he headed straight

  And he found his goal (as he found his fate)

  In the feather bed of a queen....

  The queen she spoke to her chambermaid

  "There's something the matter, I'm afraid"

  "Just wait till I've done my hair & prayed"

  "Then see what may be seen"....

  And so! when the searched on that white wigwam.

  They found him alone (like stammering Sam)

  And he cried "I die, but I dont care a D."

  For I've lived in the bed of a queen".

  "POETICUS"

  
  

  RAG-TIME RUBBISH

  So it was'nt a spiller after all!

  °°°°

  Lost, stolen & strayed, one hour

  Anyone finding same should

  forward it "c/o 'Optimist' BB"

  - Preferably during the night.

  °°°°

  We warn those of our readers who

  suffer from insomnia against wandering

  

  (BB of parcels

  
  

  IMAGINARY INTERVIEWS

  Edward Digby

  I experienced no little difficulty in

  obtaining an interview with our esteemed

  friend: for Mr Digby is

  a busy man. Perhaps I was rather

  tactless in approaching when I

  did - he was rushing down

  the barrack with a bucket of coke

  in either hand, his shirt wide open

  at the neck, his braces dangling

  from the back buttons of his trousers,

  and perspiration streaming from

  his face.

  "Excuse me, Mr Digby" I ventured

  timidly - His eyes narrowed

  & glared at me scowlingly.

  "Goa t'ell" was his terse rejoinder,

  and he passed on

  with his coke.

  His attitude was

  So hostile that my

  inclination was to

  abandon the idea

  of an interview.

  There & then, but I

  thought of the Editors

  terrible wrath, should

  I return with a blank

  note-book. I pulled

  myself together for

  another try. I bided my time

  therefore, and in due reason I

  convinced him by the stove. He was

  still busy - this time transferring

  the coke from the bucket to fire.

  "Industrious as ever" I commenced

  with somewhat forced pleasantry.

  For a second or two he continued

  to ladle on the coke, then glanced at

  me sideways & ferociously

  ""!! he roared...

  I fumbled confusedly in my pockets

   

  
  

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• May 21, 2017 21:05:00 Bruno Mestdagh

  The Star Club: a secret gant

  of 

  stars tattooed on the backs of their

  hands in order to assist the police

  in their identification. Their silly

  habit of stealthily around

  corners (as if trying to sneak out

  a Soldier souvenir ensored)

  was above prone to

  suspicion. The notice that constables

  when hot on the fugitives

  trail, still adhere to

  the old method of turning

  round beckoning to imaginary

  supports...

  We take this opportunity, for

  stating that tattoo marks may

  easily be obliterated by the injection

  of certain brans of milk.
  

  .. We have done it ourself.

  seemed rather a drastic

  measure to fire a round of

  ball into the offending star, but

  possibly he was in a hurry.

  Taking into consideration the 

  the circunstances, the scense, &

  the company, well perhaps we

  would have done the same,

  had she made it a stipulation.

  ....

  The inclusion of wine in a cinema

  menu should be prohibited.

  Every time a bottle

  was opened, gulped

  while Bailey (K.O.) had to 

  stand up repeatedly & look the

  other way. to the great 

  of those behind him...

  ....

  The hypnotic Professor was

  in fact the "tout

  ensemble' us, for one

  evening at least. 

  - FILMICUS -

  

  Oh, you who have do daed the whistling shell

  make the acquaintance of Keatings, well

  Have you heard of the flea that longed to dwell

  In the feather bed of a queen?

  It sighed all day & it sight all night

  And no one could understand it quite

  For a K.G.'s bed is a flea's delight

  But he for the bed of a queen.

  So he left his Kinsfolk in merry play

  And off by his lonesome he hopped away

  From the home of his youth so bright & gay

  And gloriously unclean....

  With a spring he was over the S-W-Gate

  For a distant country he headed straight

  And he found his goal (as he found his fate)

  In the feather bed of a queen....

  The queen she spoke to her chambermaid

  "There's something the matter, I'm afraid"

  "Just wait till I've done my hair & prayed"

  "Then see what may be seen"....

  And so! when the searched on that white wigwam.

  They found him alone (like stammering Sam)

  And he cried "I die, but I dont care a D."

  For I've lived in the bed of a queen".

  "POETICUS"

  
  

  RAG-TIME RUBBISH

  So it was'nt a spiller after all!

  °°°°

  Lost, stolen & strayed, one hour

  Anyone finding same should

  forward it "c/o 'Optimist' BB"

  - Preferably during the night.

  °°°°

  We warn those of our readers who

  suffer from insomnia against wandering

  

  (BB of parcels

  
  

  IMAGINARY INTERVIEWS

  Edward Digby

  I experienced no little difficulty in

  obtaining an interview with our esteemed

  friend: for Mr Digby is

  a busy man. Perhaps I was rather

  tactless in approaching when I

  did - he was rushing down

  the barrack with a bucket of coke

  in either hand, his shirt wide open

  at the neck, his braces dangling

  from the back buttons of his trousers,

  and perspiration streaming from

  his face.

  "Excuse me, Mr Digby" I ventured

  timidly - His eyes narrowed

  & glared at me scowlingly.

  "Goa t'ell" was his terse rejoinder,

  and he passed on

  with his coke.

  His attitude was

  So hostile that my

  inclination was to

  abandon the idea

  of an interview.

  There & then, but I

  thought of the Editors

  terrible wrath, should

  I return with a blank

   

  
  

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• May 21, 2017 20:55:20 Bruno Mestdagh

  The Star Club: a secret gant

  of 

  stars tattooed on the backs of their

  hands in order to assist the police

  in their identification. Their silly

  habit of stealthily around

  corners (as if trying to sneak out

  a Soldier souvenir ensored)

  was above prone to

  suspicion. The notice that constables

  when hot on the fugitives

  trail, still adhere to

  the old method of turning

  round beckoning to imaginary

  supports...

  We take this opportunity, for

  stating that tattoo marks may

  easily be obliterated by the injection

  of certain brans of milk.
  

  .. We have done it ourself.

  seemed rather a drastic

  measure to fire a round of

  ball into the offending star, but

  possibly he was in a hurry.

  Taking into consideration the 

  the circunstances, the scense, &

  the company, well perhaps we

  would have done the same,

  had she made it a stipulation.

  ....

  The inclusion of wine in a cinema

  menu should be prohibited.

  Every time a bottle

  was opened, gulped

  while Bailey (K.O.) had to 

  stand up repeatedly & look the

  other way. to the great 

  of those behind him...

  ....

  The hypnotic Professor was

  in fact the "tout

  ensemble' us, for one

  evening at least. 

  - FILMICUS -

  

  Oh, you who have do daed the whistling shell

  make the acquaintance of Keatings, well

  Have you heard of the flea that longed to dwell

  In the feather bed of a queen?

  It sighed all day & it sight all night

  And no one could understand it quite

  For a K.G.'s bed is a flea's delight

  But he for the bed of a queen.

  So he left his Kinsfolk in merry play

  And off by his lonesome he hopped away

  From the home of his youth so bright & gay

  And gloriously unclean....

  With a spring he was over the S-W-Gate

  For a distant country he headed straight

  And he found his goal (as he found his fate)

  In the feather bed of a queen....

  The queen she spoke to her chambermaid

  "There's something the matter, I'm afraid"

  "Just wait till I've done my hair & prayed"

  "Then see what may be seen"....

  And so! when the searched on that white wigwam.

  They found him alone (like stammering Sam)

  And he cried "I die, but I dont care a D."

  For I've lived in the bed of a queen".

  "POETICUS"

  
  

  RAG-TIME RUBBISH

  So it was'nt a spiller after all!

  °°°°

  Lost, stolen & strayed, one hour

  Anyone finding same should

  forward it "c/o 'Optimist' BB"

  - Preferably during the night.

  °°°°

  We warn those of our readers who

  suffer from insomnia against wandering

  

  (BB of parcels

  
  

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• May 21, 2017 15:44:25 Bruno Mestdagh

  The Star Club: a secret gant

  of 

  stars tattooed on the backs of their

  hands in order to assist the police

  in their identification. Their silly

  habit of stealthily around

  corners (as if trying to sneak out

  a Soldier souvenir ensored)

  was above prone to

  suspicion. The notice that constables

  when hot on the fugitives

  trail, still adhere to

  the old method of turning

  round beckoning to imaginary

  supports...

  We take this opportunity, for

  stating that tattoo marks may

  easily be obliterated by the injection

  of certain brans of milk.
  

  .. We have done it ourself.

  seemed rather a drastic

  measure to fire a round of

  ball into the offending star, but

  possibly he was in a hurry.

  Taking into consideration the 

  the circunstances, the scense, &

  the company, well perhaps we

  would have done the same,

  had she made it a stipulation.

  ....

  The inclusion of wine in a cinema

  menu should be prohibited.

  Every time a bottle

  was opened, gulped

  while Bailey (K.O.) had to 

  stand up repeatedly & look the

  other way. To the great 

  of those behind him...

  ....

  The Professor was

  in fact the "tout

  ensemble' us, for one

  evening at least. 

  - FILMICUS -

  
  

  
  

  
  

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