Doing Tu/enthe.. Insulindertjes BequnstiQinq van onze aöveRteenöeRS, houöt öe schakel in stanö Ongevraagde hulp wordt soms gewaardeerd 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. 13

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