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Een advertentie (historisch - 1950)
De heer en mevrouw Jansen
Pieterse betuigen hierbij hun op
rechte dank aan Chefs en Perso
neel van de firma A., voor de me
dewerking bij hun huwelijk onder
vonden.
En nog wel meer dan één chef!
Aardbeving
Laatst maakte ik een klein aard-
bevinkje mee. M'n glaasje bols wals
te eerst van mij af... kwam ook weer
terug... maar toen was het leeg.
M'n vriend - een zéér oude gast -
legde mij uit dat dit een platonische
beving was. Toen ik een vast-niet-
zeer-snugger-gezicht zette, verklaar
de hij mij, dat daarmede een beving
wordt bedoeld in horizontale golven.
Kwam verder met een ander geleerd
woord voor de dag, dat ik vergeten
ben, maar daarbij kwamen dan ver
ticale golven te pas. Toen heb ik óók
iets gezegd, maar dat is niet ge
schikt voor de Schakel'.
Omdat het zo koud was
Naar Priok rijdende zag ik een In
lander, pardon Indonesiër, zwemmen
in de kali. Niets vreemds zult U zeg
gen. Neen, het gekke was alleen dat
hij een hoed op had
Omdat het zo fris is
Velen zullen het weten, mhar nog
veel meer weten het niet en daar
om...
Midden in Batavia is Molenvliet,
de verbinding tussen de oude stad en
Weltevreden. Het is een kali met aan
weerszijden een smalle rijweg. On
danks het éénrichtingsverkeer is het
er zó vol, dat de auto's er langzamer
kruipen dan in de Leidsestraat op n
drukke dag.
Die kali nu, is de openbare badge
legenheid van Batavia. Daar wordt de
was gedaan, neemt men z'n bad en
poetst men z'n tanden. Twee mever
verder zit een ander z'n behoeften te
doen. Maar dat stoort niemand. Komt
er soms bij het tandenpoetsen iets
ongewenst voorbij drijven, dan wordt
dat wel even op zij geduwd! Niemand
stoort zich er aan, niemand vindt het
vreemd, niemand schijnt er ook ziek
vaai te worden. Alleen ik kan er maar
nooit aan wennen!
Een oud gast in een sombere,
maar oprechte bui
Er is één ding dat de regering in
Nederland ons kwalijk neemt, name
lijk: dat we de Japanse kampen heb
ben overleefd.
En dit laatste, A.F.C.-ers, is geen
grap, maar de bittere werkelijkheid.
Are we down-hearted? Never!!
H. K.
Yes, I think we had a good recept
ion indeed. It started already at „De
Holenvoet", when tanking a bit of
coffee, we met with a nice poem, by
which we at once got acquainted
with the local colour of Twenthe!
Here it is:
The wonderful love of a beautiful
f maid,
The love of a staunch true man,
The love of a baby unafraid
have existed since life began.
But the greatest love, the love of
loves,
even greater than that of a mother,
is the passionate tender and infinite
[love,
of one drunken bum to another.
I never knew Twenthe was part of
England, but we really seemed to be
abroad, for before arriving at our
final destination, we had to pass a
real frontier with a customs officer
(who had a long, womanly hair on
his staunch breast...) whilst Dutch
money could be changed for local
current in the bar of our Hotel.
But to start with, our dear A.F.C.
Veterans had to give away a smart
number of football against the
straight-backed officers of the Air
Force Twenthe. Well, in the mess,
after a tremendous shower of names
and shakehands, we had an ample
opportunity of admiring the straight
backs of all those names, and one of
our most technical ladies pondered,
whether our players would require a
stiff massage before the match...
There was quite a migration to the
place of execution, even chairs were
brought for the dear attendants and
then the show could start. I must
confess, our famous A.F.C. Veterans
disappointed us a bit, though our
love to them will never die... But
the „Bromvlieg" fellows did their
level "best to beat them, stimulated
by their best man Majoor v. d.
Bosch, who seemed to have escaped
from a rugby team with his glamour-
cap and back number.
Thanks to the never dying spirit
of the Fly-mannetjes - even the
broken Doctor recovered, after hav
ing paid a visit to himself - our Ve
terans were knocked down with 1-0,
which was a very unusual experience
to them, but on the other hand, it
could have been taken as a polite
gesture
Some English ladies were a bit
worried whether we could understand
all this English gossip, but as the
pronunciation was very good, this
foreign language caused no difficult
ies.
Having returned to the Mess, we
saw backs only. „Yes, that's the
custom here" confessed one of the
native ladies, „the boys are so shy..."
However, by forcing a few Bromvlie-
gers to our supper-table, we manag
ed to see faces too and the fun did
start... and how! We had hardly any
chance of finishing our meal, which
the cook ingeniously had prepared on
his onepitter, with a speed of 6 eggs
in an hour.
How long this wonderful supper
lasted, I can't possibly remember,
but the joy was endless. The A.F.C.
Wing Commander van Nek - the man
with the radiant smile - forced me to
speech, and I handed with the devot
ion of all the A.F.C. ladies a little
remembrance to Majoor v. d. Bosch,
for the winners of the match, whilst
W. C. van Nek unfolded a banner,
which told the world in golden letters
of the friendship between A.F.C. and
Twenthe.Hm, I'm sure, the banner
could not possibly record everything.
When early in the morning we had
to collect ourselves to proceed to the
rooms we had booked with Mr. Lief-
tinck, it was not easy to find our
places and a merry go round started
through the rooms, where we dis
turbed solid persons like Arie and
Ton, who thought they had found
their rest.
Fortunately I managed to capture
my husband and a room with a key,
so we could sleep undisturbed by late
and early ghosts: Mr. and Mrs. Do
renbos were haunting through the
hotel at 7 o'clock already; thinking
it was 10, and they tried to convince
everyone that breakfast was served
and church bells ringing; but I bless
ed the key...
When hours later we were on the
track of breakfast, we found the
little bar-keeper fast asleep on an
easy chair, with the cat on his knees
and the lights still burning...
One of the Dutch ladies was miss
ing her hat; it was nowhere to be
found until at the call of the roll one
of the fly-mannetjes was wearing it.
Yes, that was the day after the night
before...
On the other hand, the rumour
goes, that on their way home, 6
ladies were carrying a photo of Kees
in their handbag; well, I have the
seventh, but I did not tell anybody...
EEN AANGETROUWDE
Maar onze Noordse taal, helaas,
Zij kan zo iel, zo mistig klinken.
Red.
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