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MR, GEORGE JOHNSON, a North Kelsey, Lincolnshire, haulier, who has driven the coach conveying the Scunthorpe United football team to matches for the past 31 years without any trouble, has been appointed a director of the club. He will continue to drive their bus, I am assured, both in this country and abroad.
Now he is a director, Mr. Johnson joins the select band of road transport men with similar posts. The T.R.T.A. president, Mr. K. C. Turner (for instance), is a Derby director. And while Mr. D. 0. Good, the well-known R.H.A. personality, is not officially a director of Exeter City, he certainly weighs in with some high-level help for that club.
Next Minister?
TT would be hard, perhaps, to state the exact qualification on
which Liberal News readers have voted Mr. Edwin Malindine as their ideal Minister of Transport (in a Liberal Government of course), but there are a few things which have apparently swayed their judgment.
The 50-year-old president of the party is one of the evergrowing band who have made a coast-to-coast tour of America (as a State Department guest) and he is also, in private business, one of those intensely transport-minded people known as oil executives. A Londoner who has fought several elections hard without getting to Westminster, he is, we are assured by Liberal headquarters. "very interested in transport, and very popular."
Well, at least the latter qualification gives him the edge over A 32
Mr. Marples—or so some unkind people are inclined at times to say!
What's in a Name?
RETURNING from a visit to South Wales last week I called at a transport café on the Cheltenham-Oxford road, at Northleach, and got into conversation with an artic. driver who was en route for Abingdon. He told me he had spent the previous night trying to find his way to Tonypandy, Glam. The conversation got round to the
pronunciation of Welsh names and I asked him how he cop with this.
"At first," he said, "1 used to ask for what I thong the name sounded like, and I was usually told that th had never heard of the place. Then I discovered that t place was just round the corner. Now," he added crafti " I save my breath. 1 just write it down on a piece of par and hand it out through the cab window."
wondered what a driver does when be wants to go to log!
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t of a Traffic Commissioner svms to be a weary one uld-be passengers on So-and-so's coach service always une things about other facilities. They must yearn
vsh air of novelty. Like, for example, the pretty om Chelsea College who told Mr. D. I. R. Muir, the tan Commissioner, why she wanted a trip to the country.
riunissioner• himself doubted whether her classmates, it be admirers of Sir Alfred Munnings, would share isiasm. The B.T.C. solicitor suggested Picasso as -e appropriate. "We study all kinds of ad," said the
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thy, it may be wondered, did this college-scarved er to adult proceedings want to go anyway? To do d Study it seemed, at a charming mill where fresh and meet. . a by no means frequently met opportunity gists. Crafty counsel for the rival coach firm chatcredibility of the teenage witness by most ungallantly that she was no longer in her first college year and :fore, zoology was no longer in the curriculum. rue, she purred, but it had remained a hobby and in as she was really a pharmacy student, she might even crude drugs like foxglove.
.ming picture even for the Constable country .
y to be fogged by the admission that the applicant :.nd of the family.