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Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 159, December 29, 1920
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
VOL. 159.
DECEMBER 29, 1920
CHARIVARIA.
No newspapers were published on Saturday, Sunday or Monday. We did not
begrudge them their holiday, but we do think _The Daily Mail_ might
have issued occasional bulletins respecting the weather at Thanet, as
we consider three days is too long to keep their readers in suspense.
* * *
The most popular indoor game this winter seems to be
Battledore-and-Juttlecock.
* * *
A woman informed a London magistrate last Tuesday that her husband
thrashed her at Easter, Whitsuntide and on August Bank Holiday.
Our thoughts were constantly with her during the recent Yuletide
festivities.
* * *
Readers should not be alarmed if a curious rustling noise is heard
next Saturday morning. It will be simply the sound of new leaves being
turned over.
* * *
In view of the possible increase of their salaries it is not the
intention of Members of Parliament to solicit Christmas-boxes.
Householders, therefore, should be on their guard against men passing
themselves off as M.P.s.
* * *
Our attention is drawn to the fact that the latest photograph of Mr.
LLOYD GEORGE shows him to be smoking a cigar with the band on. We can
only say that CROMWELL wouldn't have done it.
* * *
Our magistrates appear to be made of poor stuff these days. A man
named SNAIL was last week summoned before the Feltham magistrates
for exceeding the speed limit, yet no official joke was made.
Incidentally, why is it that Mr. Justice DARLING never gets a real
chance like this?
* * *
A New York policeman has been arrested in the act of removing a safe
from a large drapery store. It is said that upon being seen by another
policeman he offered to run and fetch a burglar.
* * *
Mme. DELYSIA has been bitten by a dog in New York. The owner's
defence, that the animal had never tasted famous dancer before, is not
likely to be accepted.
* * *
Like a soothing balm just before the old year dies comes the
intimation from Mr. LOVAT FRASER that there is a bright side to
things.
* * *
With reference to the opening of the pantomime season it is reported
that a couple of new jokes have been found nesting in a Glasgow
theatre.
* * *
Psychologists are inclined to attribute the recent night stampede of
sheep in the Midlands, when thousands of them jumped their hurdles,
to the influence of a large number of people concentrating on a
well-known remedy for sleeplessness.
* * *
It is stated that rabies does not exist in Ireland. Our opinion is
that it wouldn't be noticed if it did.
* * *
Very few English Christmas customs, we hear, are prevalent out
in Russia. We have always felt that the custom of clients giving
Christmas-boxes to their executioners will never become very popular.
* * *
It is rumoured that the repeated assassinations of General VILLA have
made it necessary for him to resign his position as Permanent Chief
Insurgent to the State of Mexico.
* * *
_The Morning Post_ has remarked that nowadays the Eton boy is often
reduced to travelling third-class. It is hoped to persuade Sir ERIC
GEDDES to disguise himself as an Eton boy during the holidays to see
how it feels.
* * *
It is now admitted that the plum-pudding which was badly mauled by a
small boy in the Hoxton district on Christmas Day began it by inviting
his assailant to "come on."
* * *
D'ANNUNZIO is reported to be coming to a more reasonable frame of
mind. Apparently he is disposed to allow Italy a certain measure of
independence.
* * *
People step out into the road and never look to right or left, says a
London coroner. This makes things far too easy for motorists.
* * *
Dr. A. GRAHAM BELL recently told a Derby audience how he invented the
telephone. We note that he still refuses to say why.
* * *
We are informed that, on and after the 1st of January, Mr. CHURCHILL
cannot undertake to refute the opinions of any writer who has not been
officially recognised as a best seller.
* * *
A scientist has succeeded in putting a pea to sleep with
electro-magnetism. The clumsy old method of drowning it in a plate of
soup should now be a thing of the past.
* * *
General TOWNSHEND says that with seventy thousand men he could
have conquered half Asia. But then he might have lost Mr. HORATIO
BOTTOMLEY.
* * *
What we want now is something to make the world safe for those who
made the world safe for democracy.
* * *
There is now on the market a new patent contrivance which gives
warning when the contents of an oven are on the point of burning. We
have secured a sample, but unfortunately our cook still relies on her
sense of smell.
* * *
"Leather is now much cheaper," we read. Yet we have noticed no drop in
the price of restaurant steak.
* * *
On January 1st the Ministry of Munitions will enter upon its second
year of winding up.
* * * * *
[Illustration: OUR GOGGLERS.
_First Girl in grandmotherly spectacles (to second ditto)._ "HOW
FRIGHTFULLY OUT OF DATE THAT WOMAN IS. FANCY--LORGNETTES!"]
* * * * *
THE HAPPY HOOTS.
Yes, it is nearly twelve now. In ten minutes we shall hear the
bells--I mean the hooters. I wonder if there were hooters when
TENNYSON wrote those popular lines about ringing in the New Year. Very
likely he didn't hear them if there were, as there's nothing to show
that he ever really stayed up late enough to see the New Year in. It's
a pity, because the hooters would have fitted in to that poem most
beautifully. The hooting idea is just what is wanted to give a
dramatic contrast to the sugary ringing business.
"Ring out the false, ring in the true"
doesn't _convince_ somehow; it's too impartial. One doesn't say to the
footman, "Show the Rector up, please, and show this blackmailer out,"
even at the Lyceum. One says, "_Kick_ this black-hearted hound out,"
and the footman realises then that you have something against the
fellow. Just so one doesn't gather from the above line that the poet
has any strong preference as between the false and the true, except
that there is no good rhyme to "the false," unless you can count
"waltz"; but what about--
_Hoot_ out the old, ring in the new;
_Hoot_ out the false, ring in the true?
Magnificent! There's some sting in that; it "gets over," and it brings
the whole poem into harmony with modern practice.
Come on, we'd better have another dance before the great moment. I
wonder if TENNYSON ever saw the New Year in at two guineas a head. I
don't expect so. For that matter it's the first time we've done it at
an expensive public "Revel" ourselves; but then this is the first year
we've been absolutely bankrupt. Up till now we've been rather well
off, and have celebrated cheaply at home. Do you realise that this is
our wedding-day? I believe you'd forgotten; women never remember these
things. Yes, it's six years.... Six years. And this is the first year
we've been bankrupt. All the same, as I say, it's the first year we've
come out and had a jolly good supper. Reckless? Yes, I'm afraid we
are. But we've caught it from the Government.... However, to-morrow
we'll start a new cheque-book.
Have you made your resolutions yet? I have. Do you remember this time
last year? You said you'd keep accounts, and I said I wouldn't smoke
so much. And all the year through our resolution has never wavered.
I've got evidence of that. Look at my diary. Here we are:--
_January 1st._--G. started keeping accounts. Gave up smoking.
And here we are again:--
_March 20th._--G. started accounts.
_March 29th._--Knocked off smoking.
That shows it was no mere flash-in-the-pan, doesn't it?
And we _went on_ like that. Look at this:--
_June 6th._--Gave up smoking.
_June 7th._--Only one pipe since yesterday.
_June 30th._--Cut myself down to four pipes a day.
_July 1st-9th._--G. keeping accounts; knocked off smoking.
But I wonder why I kept writing it down. Even in September, you see, I
wasn't taking it for granted:--
_September 29th._--Quarter-Day. Not smoking this quarter. G. began new
system of accounts.
It looks like bragging, doesn't it? But I don't think I can have meant
it that way. Still, it is rather marvellous, when you come to think of
it--here we are, after all these months, twelve of them, and we still
stick doggedly to the same unswerving resolution. Nothing can alter
it. That's what I call tenacity of purpose.
You don't think I'm serious? But I am. I'm just as serious as I was
last year. This year I _shall_ give up smoking. Only I think you ought
to give up your hot-water bottle in sympathy. You won't? No, I know
you won't. You're a slave of the bottle, you see. It doesn't do you
any harm? Oh, yes it does. It makes your backbone flabby, and it makes
you susceptible to colds, and it gives you chilblains, and, anyhow,
it's morally pernicious, because it's an _indulgence_.... If I'd known
you were a hot-water-bottle woman before we were married.... However,
we needn't go into that. But if you won't give up your bottle I shan't
give up smoking after all.
Look, they're opening the windows. We shall all catch cold. Can you
hear anything? I can hear those people eating. What a draught! Can
you hear anything? I can hear the eaters quite plainly now. Here comes
Father Christmas. I believe he is going to give us all gifts.
Can you hear anything yet? I have been given a diary. What have you
got? Another diary? Is yours for 1921? So is mine. How dull! Christmas
will be on a Sunday next year, I see. So will our wedding-day. I hope
you'll remember it this time. And they have arranged for the Spring to
begin on March 21st. Think of it! Spring--in less than three months!
There they go.
Hoot out, wild hooters, to the wild sky!
What a jolly noise! Much better than bells, really much more accurate
as an expression of one's feelings. There's a sort of "faint but
pursuing" note about it. And that's how I feel, rather. It was a
dreadful year, really, wasn't it?--that last one, I mean. No money,
no clothes--nothing but rates and dentists and small accounts
respectfully submitted for our esteemed favour. One long crisis....
But we kept the flag flying. This year----
Hallo! somebody's going to recite. What do you think it will be?
You'll never guess. Yes, you're quite right.
Ring out a slowly-dying cause
And ancient forms of party strife.
That sounds like a bit of Government propaganda. Disgraceful, I call
it. If I was a Wee Free----
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners----
That's a hit at somebody, too, I shouldn't wonder. Somebody must
have written a topical verse for the occasion. Those people are still
eating. I expect they are doing Hog-money, or whatever it is....
Are you still as obstinate as ever about that hot-water bottle? Very
well, then, I shall now have the first smoke of the New Year. Oh, no;
we 've got to do _Auld Lang Syne_ first. I never _can_ smoke while I'm
singing.
"Should auld acquaintance...." Do you know any of the people here? No?
Do you ever want to see any of them again? No? Never mind, they've
all paid a lot of money to hold our hands; let them have their
money's worth.... "A right gude willie-waucht...." Waiter! One large
willie-waucht, please, and a small pint stoup.... Do you realise that
this is the only night in the year when you can get a willie-waucht at
this hour? What a world!
Six years. Do you see that nice couple over there? I bet they haven't
been married as long as we have. And I bet they're not so bankrupt.
This is going to be a dreadful year. I can see that at once. But we'll
keep the flag flying.
Ah, here come the willie-wauchts. Thank you, waiter.
Well, my dear--a cup of kindness with you. Here's luck!
A. P. H.
* * * * *
NATURAL HISTORY ON THE FOOTBALL FIELD.
"St. Columb's Court and North-End met at The Farm, when
St. Columb's Court were the victors by three goats to
one."--_Irish Paper._
* * * * *
"Harry ---- (19), described as a comedian, was bound over in
£5 for six months under the rug, the property of Hilda ----."
_Provincial Paper._
It seems that HARRY was not the only comedian in court.
* * * * *
[Illustration: A BOXING NIGHTMARE.
THE GOOD FAIRY GEORGINA. "I WAVE MY WAND--UTOPIA DOTH APPEAR ...
(_extemporising_) SOMETHING'S GONE WRONG. O DEAR! O DEAR! O DEAR!"]
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Post-War Sportsman._ "THE HOUNDS MEET ON THE LAWN
TO-MORROW, MY DEAR. WE MUST GIVE THEM A STIRRUP-CUP."
_Wife._ "I HOPE THE CHEF KNOWS HOW TO MAKE IT. IF NOT I SUPPOSE
CLARET-CUP WOULD DO?"]
* * * * *
ELIZABETH'S CHRISTMAS.
"I've always thort 'ow I'd love to 'ave a reel nice Christmas,"
remarked Elizabeth--"a jolly proper kind o' one, you know, 'm."
"Don't you find Christmas a pleasant time, then?" I inquired.
"Well, you see, 'm, I bin in service ever since I was turned fifteen,
an' you know wot Christmas in service is. An extry tip, I will say,
but a lot of extry work to go along with it--and wot washin' up!
Some'ow it orl seems so different in books an' on the pictures."
She sighed as she spoke and a look that was almost human crept into
the arid region of her countenance. A feeling of compunction swept
over me. Was it possible that this poor simple girl concealed depths
of conviviality in her nature and a genial disposition which I, in
common with all her former employers, had carelessly overlooked? I
will admit that this unexpected phase in Elizabeth's character touched
and interested me.
"Elizabeth," I cried in a sudden glow of enthusiasm, "you shall have
your jolly Christmas--I will provide it. You shall have your turkey,
plum-pudding, mince-pies, crackers, mistletoe and all the rest of
it." _Cheeryble_ in his most beneficent mood could not have felt more
expansive than I did just then. "You can invite your friends; we shall
not be at home, so you will have the place to yourself."
"Lor!" she ejaculated. "D'ye reerly mean it, 'm?"
"I do, Elizabeth. Let me know the sort of Christmas you've always
longed for and I'll see that you get it."
She drew up her lank form and her face shone. "Well, 'm, I don't know
where you get 'em, but for one thing I've often thort as 'ow I'd like
to 'ave a festlebord."
"What's that?" I asked, puzzled. "Is it in the Stores' list?"
"I don't know, 'm, but there's always a lot about it in the books.
When the Squire's son comes 'ome repentant at Christmas-tide they
always gathers round a festlebord and rejoices."
I began to see light. "You mean a 'festal board'?"
"That's wot I sed, 'm."
"Well, you shall have one, Elizabeth, I'll see to that. I'd let you
have a Squire's son as well, but unfortunately the only ones I know
are not repentant--as yet. And now tell me which of your friends you
would like to invite."
"There's my sister-in-lor 'ud like to come--'er that I 'aven't been
on speakin' terms with for five years--but she shan't. An' my friend
isn't comin'; I'll see to that arter the things she sed about me to my
young man's cousin--sorcy baggage! As for my two aunts they don't set
foot under the same roof as me arter the way----"
"Never mind about the people you're not inviting," I broke in; "we
don't need a list of them. Who do you want to come?"
"Well, there's Mrs. Spurge, the char--a real nice lady, as you know,
'm. Then I'd like to arsk Polly, the sister of the cook wot lives in
the 'ouse at the corner with red 'air; an' there's Mary Baxter. An'
isn't it lucky my sailor-brother will be 'ome for the first time in
ten years? Can 'e come too, 'm? 'E's been round the world twice."
"In that case, Elizabeth, he certainly ought to be invited. He may
even have returned home repentant, so you will be able to rejoice at
the festal board in proper style."
"Oh, 'm, isn't it luverly? I won't 'arf have a beano this Christmas.
Wot a time we'll 'ave, _wot_ a time!"
* * * * *
For my part I did not pass a very blithesome Christmas. Henry's aunt,
who invited us, is rich, but she is also dull, and several times I
found myself rather envying Elizabeth. While Aunt Jane nodded in her
chair, Henry and I pictured those boisterous revels of Elizabeth and
her friends, their boundless mirth, their unrestrained gaiety. We
imagined them too gathered round the sailor-brother, listening with
rapt delight as he told them stories of the far-off wonder-lands he
had known. Henry sighed then and said there were times when he envied
the so-called lower classes their capacity for enjoyment.
When we returned home Elizabeth greeted us with beaming countenance.
"I 'ope you 'ad a good time," she said; "I know _I_ 'ad."
"Then it really was as nice as you thought it would be, Elizabeth?"
"It was first-rate, 'm. Leastways orl went well until arter dinner,
when we begins chippin' each other and ends in 'avin' a few words.
My sailor-brother started it by chaffin' Polly about 'er red 'air an'
arskin' why she didn't cut it orf, an' she told 'im then that if 'e'd
such an objection to red she wondered 'e didn't cut 'is own nose orf.
Arter that one thing led to another; we took sides an'----"
"Oh, Elizabeth, you don't mean to say you quarrelled?" I interrupted
sorrowfully.
"Oh, no, it wasn't quarrellin', 'm--just bargin', you know. Any'ow it
ended in Polly an' Mary an' my brother goin' off early. I was chilly
to Mrs. Spurge owin' to 'er 'avin' said that she didn't believe my
sailor-brother 'd ever been further than Wapping in a coal-barge.
I shouldn't 'ave spoke to 'er again that evenin' if the book 'adn't
brought us together again friendly, like."
"What book?" I asked, bewildered.
"One of yours that I got out of the study, 'm. Oh, _wot_ a book!
Sorter ghost story in a manner o' speakin'. I laughed an' I cried over
it, turn about. So did Mrs. Spurge. You see we read bits out to each
other--kep it up till three o'clock in the mornin', we did. It was
luverly!"
"And what was the book called?" I inquired.
"It's called _A Christmas Car'l_, 'm, by Mr. DICKINGS. Why didn't
nobody tell me about it afore? It's far better 'n the pictures. 'Just
like 'eaven,' Mrs. Spurge said."
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Elizabeth."
"It's the 'appiest Christmas I ever 'ad, 'm. That there Mr. Dickings
is a one! 'E do know wot's wot in festlebords."
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Patient._ "MY MISSIS SENT ME FUR A BOTTLE O' MEDICINE
FUR ME CORF. SHE SAYS IT KEEPS HER AWAKE O' NIGHTS. I SAYS, 'YOU'VE
NOBBUT TO LIE AWAKE. I'VE GOT TO LIE AWAKE AN' CORF.'"]
* * * * *
HOW, WHY AND WHAT.
_(Being the Tragedy of the Conscientious Inquirer who fell among
Philistines.)_
There was an old man who said, "How
Can I link the To-Be with the Now?"
But they said, "Poor old thing!
You've been reading Dean INGE,
And you're _not_ high enough in the brow."
But in spite of this check he said, "Why
Is my Ego the same as my I?"
So they put him to bed
And placed ice on his head
till the cerebral storm had passed by.
Now I'm told he is asking them, "What
Use has psycho-analysis got?"
And they answer, "N.E.
If you're not an M.D.,
Or a novelist minus a plot."
* * * * *
"A cargo of 800 German pianos arrived at the Tyne from Hamburg
on Saturday."
_Daily Paper._
Another key industry in danger.
* * * * *
[Illustration: UNFINISHED DRAWING FOR "PUNCH" BY THE LATE F. H.
TOWNSEND.
THE FIGURE OF THE LITTLE GIRL WAS SKETCHED ON THE MORNING OF HIS
DEATH. THE LEGEND WHICH THIS PICTURE WAS TO ILLUSTRATE IS NOT KNOWN.]
* * * * *
MAYBIRDS.
I can see some justification for keeping peacocks, especially if
you have shaven lawns and terraces and sundials, though sundials, I
imagine, are rather a nuisance now-a-days, because of the trouble of
having them reset for summer and winter time. Peacocks at any rate are
beautiful, and, if their voices are apt in England to become a little
hoarse, that is only because they screech when the weather is going to
be bad.
The pheasant is also a useful and beautiful fowl. One may put down
bread-crumbs to attract the pheasant to one's garden when he is alive,
or to one's plate when he is dead.
But I can see no justification whatever for keeping maybirds, for
they are neither useful nor beautiful. Perhaps you do not know what
a maybird is. I have five maybirds. I have them because people here
would keep saying to me, "Look at the price of fresh eggs, and how
much nicer it is to have your own." It is a curious thing about the
country that people are always giving one disinterested advice in
the matter of domestic economy. In London it is different. In London
people let you take a twopenny bus ticket to Westminster instead of
walking across the Park, and go to ruin in your own sweet way. They
rather admire your dash. But in the country they tell you about these
things.
So I went to a man and confessed to him my trouble about fresh eggs.
"I see," he said; "you want maybirds."
"No, I don't," I said; "I want hens."
"It's the same thing," he told me. "How many would you like?"
"Five," I said. I thought five would be an unostentatious number and
make it clear that I was not trying to compete with the wholesale
egg-dealers.
He segregated five maybirds and explained their points to me.
It appeared that one of them was a Buff Orpington and three were white
Wyandottes and one had no particular politics. I should say now that
it was an Independent. It has speckles and is the one that keeps
getting into the garden.
I asked him when the creatures would begin to enter upon their new
duties, and he said they would do so at once.
"What is their maximum egg-laying velocity?" I inquired.
"They'll lay about three eggs a day between them," he said, "these
five birds."
"Why between them?" I enquired. But I consented to buy his birds, and
he said if I liked he would run round to my garden at once and run up
a hen-house and a hen-run for me. "Run" seemed rather a word with him.
I said, "Yes, by all means."
He came round that evening and hewed down an apple-tree under the
light of the moon to make room for the maybird-run, and in the morning
he brought a large roll of wire-netting, and the next day he built a
wooden house, and the day after that he brought his five maybirds,
and the day after that he came round and asked for some cinders. He
sprinkled these all over the enclosure, and I watched him while he
worked.
"What is that for?" I asked.
"They want something to scratch in when they run about," he explained.
"Exercise is what they need."
"They seem to be scratching already, but they don't seem to be
running," I said. "Wouldn't it have been better to put a cinder-track
all round the edge and train them to run races round it?"
He said that he hadn't thought of that, but I could try it if I
liked. Then he gave me a bag of food, which he said was particularly
efficacious for maybirds, and produced his bill.
All this happened about a month ago, and for the last four weeks the
principal preoccupation of my household has been the feeding of these
five birds. I have had to lay a gravel-path from the aviary to the
back premises in order to sustain the weight of the traffic. Huge
bowls of hot food are constantly being mixed and carried to them,
without any apparent consciousness on their part of their reciprocal
responsibilities. What I mean to say is that there are no eggs. The
food which they eat resembles Christmas-pudding at the time when it is
stirred, and I have suggested that a sixpence should be concealed in
it every now and then--sixpence being apparently the current price of
an egg--in order to indicate the nature of our hopes.
I have made other valuable suggestions. I have suggested putting an
anthracite stove in their sitting-room, and papering the walls
with illustrations representing various methods of mass production,
ordinary methods having failed. I notice that cabbages are suspended
by a string across the top of the parade-ground in order that the
birds may obtain exercise by springing at them. The cabbages are
eaten, but I do not believe that the birds jump. I believe that they
clamber up the wire with their claws, walk along the tight-rope and
bite the cabbage off with their teeth.
Sometimes, as I think I have mentioned, the one with speckles escapes
into the garden, and I have several times been asked to chase it home.
Nothing makes one look more ridiculous than chasing an independent
maybird of no particular views across an onion bed. The rest of the
animals appear to spend most of their time in walking about the run
with their hands in their pockets looking for things on the ground.
But every now and then one or other of them makes the loud cry which
is usually associated with successful egg-production; the whole
household troops beaming with anticipation along the gravel-path; and
it is then discovered that the Buff has knocked one of the Whites off
her perch, or that one of the Whites has scratched a cinder on which
the Buff had set her eye, or that the Independent member has made a
bitter speech which is deeply resented by the Coalition. But there are
no eggs.
About a week ago the corn which apparently forms a part of the
necessary nourishment of maybirds, and is kept in an outhouse, was
attacked by rats. I was told that I must do something about this. I
buttered some slices of bread with arsenic and laid them down on the
outhouse floor. The rats ate the bread and arsenic and went on with
the corn. Unless a great improvement is manifested in the New Year I
have decided to butter the maybirds with arsenic and place them in the
outhouse too.
EVOE.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Nurse._ "LITTLE GENTLEMEN, MASTER ERIC, LEAVE THE LAST
MINCE-PIE TO THEIR SISTERS."
_Generous Little Girl._ "O NURSE, DO LET HIM BE A LITTLE CAD."]
* * * * *
CYCLONE IN THE CHANNEL ISLANDS.
"Meteorological Notes.
Harbour Office, Jersey. Wind - E.W.E. - Strong Breeze."
_Jersey Paper._
* * * * *
"To get away, the man must have jumped from a height of about
ten feet to the ground, then across a garden, and over a wall
about eight feet high into a laneway."--_Irish Paper._
Some "lep," as they say in Ireland.
* * * * *
"In the House of Lords on Saturday, the expiring
Lords Continuance Bill [was] read a third time and
passed."--_Provincial Paper._
Trust the Peers for looking after themselves.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Child (saying prayers_). "GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY
BREAD-AND-BUTTER."
_Governess._ "NO, DEAR--NOT BUTTER." _Child._ "MARGE, THEN."]
* * * * *
LETTERS I NEVER POSTED.
CONCERNING GOOD RESOLUTIONS.
TO THE GIRL AT THE EXCHANGE.
The New Year is upon us and with it comes the determination to mend
our bad habits and make serious efforts to turn over a new leaf.
Perhaps you have already thought of this and have made some good
resolutions; perhaps, on the other hand, you cannot think of anything
amiss that needs correcting. In this case will you let me help you_?_
In every other respect you may be perfection, but as an exchange
operator, which is the only capacity in which (alas!) I know you, you
are often lacking. I have no doubt that you are charming in private
life and that we should get on famously if we met at dinner; but you
have an irritating way of giving me the wrong number, which I do most
cordially hope you will lose during 1921. When I protest, you merely
say you are sorry, but what I suggest is that an ounce of careful
listening at first is worth tons of sorrow later. Kingston doesn't
really sound a bit like Brixton, and yet yesterday, when I asked for a
Kingston number, you put me at once on to the same number in the other
suburb. Constantly when I say I want 2365 you give me 2356. To give
you your due you are always, I will admit, sorry; but....
Another thing. Sometimes, when you ring me up and I answer, all you
do is to ask, "Number, please," as though I had rung you. (It is then
that I feel most that I should like to wring you.) When I reply, "But
you rang me," you revert to your prevailing regretful melancholy and
say, "Sorry you were troubled," and before I can go deeply into the
question and discover how these things occur you ring off. Can't
you make an effort during 1921 not to do this? Let it be a year of
gladness.
Sometimes I am perfectly certain you don't ring up the number I want
until after you have asked me once or twice if they have answered.
Isn't that so? "I'll ring them again," you say with a kind of resigned
adventurousness; but, knowing as I do that they have been waiting for
my call, I am not taken in. But what I want to know is--what were you
doing instead of ringing up at first? I suppose that these secrets
will never be penetrated by the ordinary subscriber outside the sacred
precincts; but I wish you would give me fewer of such problems to
ponder during the year that is coming.
P.S.--Have you ever considered, with proper alarm, what would happen
to a cinema story if a wrong number were provided by the operator, or
if any delay whatever occurred? This should make you think.
TO A RACING JOURNALIST.
I suggest that you should include among your good resolutions for the
New Year the decision not to allow your readers to participate in your
special information as to which horse will come in first. Tell them
all you like about yesterday's sport, but dangle no more "security
tips" before their diminishing purses. If they must bet--which
of course they must, as betting is now the principal national
industry--let them at least have the fun of selecting the "also-ran"
themselves.
TO MANY AN EDITOR.
In contemplating your 1921 programme of regeneration could you not
make a vow to dispense with all headlines that ask questions? Probably
you never see the paper yourself and therefore have no feeling in the
matter, but I can assure you that the habit can become very wearisome.
"Will it freeze to-day?" "Can Beckett win?" "Will Hobbs reach his
3,000 runs?" "Are the Lords going to pass the Bill?" Won't you make an
effort to do without this formula? It is futile in itself and has the
unfortunate effect of raising what surely are undesirable doubts as to
whether journalists are any more sensible than their readers.
TO ONE EDITOR IN PARTICULAR.
No comic hats in 1921, please.
TO THE P.M.G.
There is, as everyone (except possibly Mr. AUSTEN CHAMBERLAIN and the
cynic who professes to hate letters so much that he wishes that they
cost a shilling a-piece to send) will agree, one good resolution which
above all others you should concentrate upon for 1921, and that is
to get back our penny postage. With so many comparatively unnecessary
things still untaxed, it never should have been sacrificed.
TO A PORK BUTCHER.
Among the problems of this latter day of discontents few are more
pressing than speculating as to why sausages and pork-pies have so
degenerated. Under the malign influence of Peace, sausages have become
tasteless and pork-pies nothing but pies with pork in them; the crust
chiefly plaster-of-Paris, and the meat not an essential element, soft
and seductive and fused with the pastry, but an alien assortment of
half-cooked cubes. I can understand that after a great war a certain
deterioration must set in, but I fail to see why sausages and
pork-pies, if made at all, should not be made as well as ever,
especially as you get such a long price for them. Couldn't
you--wouldn't you--try in 1921 to make them with some at least of the
old care?
TO A CABINET MINISTER.
Might not a vow against writing for the papers be rather a nice one to
observe during 1921? It is quite on the cards that one's duties to
the State (not too inadequately paid for) ought to be sufficiently
exacting to preclude journalism at all. There's a question of dignity
too, although I hesitate to drag that in.
TO THE CHIEF OF THE POLICE.
Couldn't you (I hope I am addressing the right gentleman) arrange that
before 1921 becomes 1922--twelve whole months--a simple device is made
for taxis by which a square of red glass can be slipped over one
of the lamps at night to indicate that the cab is free? I'm sure
it wouldn't really be difficult, and the comfort of London would be
enormously increased.
TO A TAXI-DRIVER.
You will perhaps note what I have just said to the Chief of the
Police. If you had any interest in your work you would, of course,
long since have fixed up something of the kind for yourself. But let
that pass. All I am suggesting to you as a 1921 amendment is that you
should bank in a more accessible part of your clothing. Waiting for
change in this weather (especially with the flag still down) can be an
exasperating experience. Won't you make a resolution during the coming
year to keep your money nearer the surface?
E. V. L.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Neighbour (bearer of message, to billiard
enthusiast)._ "YOU'RE WANTED AT 'OME, CHARLIE. YER WIFE'S JUST
PRESENTED YER WITH ANOTHER REBATE OFF YER INCOME-TAX."]
* * * * *
HOW TO DEAL WITH WINDBAGS.
"The address was punctured throughout with cheers."--_West
Indian Paper._
* * * * *
"There would be a grand dinner and music, and
splendidly-dressed ladies to look at, and things to eat that
strangely twisted the girls' paws when they tried to tell
about them," _Weekly Paper._
Mem.--Never try to talk the deaf-and-dumb language after dinner.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Profiteer (to his wife)._ "PRETTY MIXED LOT AT THIS
HOTEL. 'ERE COME SOME MORE O' THEM PRE-WAR BLIGHTERS."]
* * * * *
THE BARKER THAT MISSED FIRE.
On hearing a shuffle of feet in the porch and the clearing of little
throats, I exclaimed, "Those carols again!" If between "those" and
"carols" I inserted another word, I withdraw it.
I went into the hall and barked like a dog.
I have often said that, if anyone could earn a hundred pounds a week
on the stage by barking like a dog, I could. Children like to come to
my house to tea merely for the thrill of listening to my imitation. I
used to flatter myself that I could bark like a dog even better than
NELSON KEYS can imitate GERALD DU MAURIER.
I hardly gave the carol-singers time even to mention Royal David's
city before I barked. Instantly one pair of little feet scuttled away
towards the gate; then a voice called, "Don't be silly, Alfy; come on
back."
Two small girls stood at the front-door as I opened it. One of them
smiled up at me and said, "He thinks he's going to be bit." She
appeared to be amused by the idea. Down by the gate was a small
muffled figure carrying a Chinese lantern. "Come on back, Alfy,"
she called again, "and let's sing to the gentleman. You see," she
explained to me in confidence, "he's got addleoids and can't sing
loud, so we let him hold the lantern."
I was beginning to feel sorry that I had played a trick on such
inoffensive children and was about to assure them that my savage
bull-terrier was safely locked up in the kitchen when the brave little
lass began chattering again.
"My dad keeps dogs--all sorts," she told me, "and sells them to
gentlemen. So I'm used to dogs." Then she turned once more to the
lantern-bearer and commanded, "Now come on and sing, Alfy. It ain't a
dog at all; it's only the gentleman trying to make a noise like one."
* * * * *
"Rod Iron Red Mail Bird, year old; good breed;
16s."--_Provincial Paper._
We fancy it must be an armour-clad rooster of this species
that, crossed with a Plymouth Rock, was responsible for the
reinforced-concrete chicken that we met at dinner the other night.
* * * * *
"When once the exchanges of the world have righted
themselves--and that is bound to come about sooner or
later--then will follow such a reaction in the trade of
the country that will exceed the expectations of the most
sanguinary optimist."--_Trade Paper._
We think this must be intended as a hit at TROTSKY.
* * * * *
NEW RHYMES FOR OLD CHILDREN.
THE OYSTER.
The oyster takes no exercise;
I don't believe she really tries;
And since she has no legs
I don't see why she should, do you?
Besides, she has a lot to do--
She lays a million eggs.
At any rate she doesn't stir;
Her food is always brought to her.
But sometimes through her open lips
A horrid little creature slips
Which simply will not go;
And that annoys the poor old girl;
It means she has to make a pearl--
It _irritates_, you know;
So, crooning some small requiem,
She turns the thing into a gem.
And when I meet the wives of Earls
With lovely necklaces of pearls
It makes me see quite red;
For every jewel on the chain
Some patient oyster had a pain
And had to stay in bed.
To think what millions men can make
Out of an oyster's tummy-ache!
A. P. H.
* * * * *
"AT ---- HALL, ST. JOHN'S WOOD, TUES., BY AUCTION, STOCK OF A
FURRIER.--CATS. FREE." _ADVT. IN DAILY PAPER._
A CASE OF ADDING INSULT TO INJURY.
* * * * *
[ILLUSTRATION: MICAWBER AND SON.
SENILE OPTIMIST. "AND TO YOU, MY BOY, I BEQUEATH--MY LIABILITIES. MAY
YOU BE WORTHY OF THEM!"
JUVENILE DITTO. "THAT'S ALL RIGHT, SIR. SOMETHING'S SURE TO TURN UP!"]
* * * * *
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
[ILLUSTRATION: AT THE MILLENNIUM STORES.
_MR. LLOYD GEORGE (CHAIRMAN)._ "YOU'VE WORKED SPLENDIDLY UP TO
CHRISTMAS, AND IF YOU'LL PUT YOUR BACKS INTO IT FOR THE NEW YEAR TRADE
I'LL SEE IF I CAN'T GIVE YOU A GOOD LONG HOLIDAY IN THE AUTUMN."
_Mr. BONAR LAW (Manager)._ "OR SOME OTHER TIME."
MR. BONAR LAW, MR. LLOYD GEORGE, MR. SHORTT, MR. CHAMBERLAIN, MR.
NEAL, SIR ERIC GEDDES, SIR ROBERT HORNE, MR. CHURCHILL.]
_Monday, December 20th._--As the result of being tossed backwards and
forwards between the two Houses the Government of Ireland Bill had
already lost most of its awkward corners. The last two were rounded
off to-day, when the Government secured that Southern Ireland should
have three years, instead of two, in which to make up her mind whether
to accept or refuse the proffered Parliament, and that in the meantime
only a joint resolution of both Houses should prevent the Act from
coming into operation. Lord MIDLETON pressed hard for a retention
of the Lords' veto, but was thrown overboard by Lord CREWE, who was
greatly impressed by the LORD CHANCELLOR'S reminder that within three
years there must be a General Election.
In the Commons Sir ROBERT HORNE performed his customary Monday dance
among the fiscal egg-shells. He declined to give an estimate as to
the number of British workmen unemployed owing to the importation
of German goods--"no man who breathes could do it"--and judiciously
evaded acceptance of Sir FREDERICK HALL'S suggestion that one reason
why Teuton manufacturers were snapping up Dominion contracts was that
their employés worked eleven hours a day.
The close of one of the longest and weariest sessions on record finds
the Government in a penitent mood. How long will it last? The
PRIME MINISTER told one of his supporters that he hoped next year's
programme would be less exacting, and immediately promised another
measure dealing with dumping and exchange; and when Sir F. BANBURY
helpfully suggested that the surest way to avoid an Autumn Session
would be to introduce fewer Bills Mr. BONAR LAW turned on him with the
retort that "a surer way would be to introduce none."
An amusing duel between well-matched opponents took place over
liquor control. Mr. MACQUISTEN, whose voice, at once insinuating
and penetrative, has been likened to a corkscrew, urged that the
_bonâ-fide_ frequenters of public-houses should be consulted in the
settlement of the drink regulations. The present arrangement, in his
view, was like entrusting the regulation of the Churches to avowed
atheists. Lady ASTOR made full use of her shrill treble in retorting
that it was the "victims"--by which apparently she meant the wives
of Mr. MACQUISTEN'S _protégés_--who ought to have the last word.
She herself had it in the series of incredulous "Oh's!"--uttered
_crescendo_ on a rising scale and accompanied by appropriate
gesture--with which she received Mr. MACQUISTEN'S confident assertion
that the working-men's clubs are the enemies of "the Trade."
Supplementary Estimates produced a good deal of miscellaneous
information. On the Vote for Road Transport Colonel MILDMAY attacked
the system of tar-spraying and told a melancholy story of a cow that
skidded with fatal results. He was backed up by Sir F. BANBURY, who
said that he had found the ideal pavement in soft wood and awakened
memories of an ancient jest by suggesting that something might be done
if he and the MINISTER OF TRANSPORT were to put their heads together.
_Tuesday, December 21st._--Sir WILLIAM DAVISON thundered against the
Home Office for not taking steps to prevent the desecration of the
Nelson Column by the delivery of seditious speeches. Sir JOHN BAIRD
explained that it was impossible to know beforehand what sort of
speech was going to be delivered. But his critic would have none of
this paltry excuse. "Did not the regulations provide," he boomed,
"that the objects of the meetings must be specified?" Fortunately for
the Minister, who had nearly been blown off the Treasury Bench, Mr.
HOGGE came to the rescue. "Is it not a fact," he inquired, "that the
monument was erected to a man who turned a blind eye to orders?"
The strange case of Lord ROTHERMERE and the Committee on Public
Accounts was further investigated. The Committee had reported that a
certain stationery contract for the Air Ministry had been extravagant
and improper. The AIR MINISTER at the time was the noble Lord who has
lately been so eloquent about "squander-mania," but he has since, in
a letter to the Press, declared that he never signed or initialled
the order. Lieut.-Colonel ARCHER-SHEE and Mr. ORMSBY-GORE sought the
opinion of the Treasury on the transaction, and Mr. BALDWIN replied
that it was certainly usual for a Minister to be held responsible for
his expenditure, and that if subordinate officials were thrown over by
their chiefs it would be bad for the Service.
The Lords' amendments to the Commons' amendments to the Lords'
amendments to the Government of Ireland Bill were agreed to. Sir L.
WORTHINGTON-EVANS thought to improve the occasion by a neat little
speech expressing goodwill to Ireland, and, much to his surprise,
found himself in collision with the SPEAKER, who observed that this
was not the time for First Reading speeches.
It was rather hard on Lord PEEL, as the grandson of the great Sir
ROBERT, to have to sponsor the Dyestuffs Bill. He frankly described it
as "a disagreeable pill." Lord EMMOTT and other Peers showed a strong
disinclination to take their medicine, but Lord MOULTON said that the
chemists--naturally enough--were all in favour of it, and persuaded
the House to swallow the bolus.
In the course of an eleventh-hour effort to destroy the Agriculture
Bill Lord LINCOLNSHIRE described the PRIME MINISTER'S Christmas motto
as _Tax Vobiscum_; and the success of his jape served as a partial
solace for the defeat of his motion.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Old Sea-dog (to nervous passenger)._ "ROLL? SHE _CAN_
ROLL! D'YE SEE THEM MARKS ON THE WALL? THAT'S OUR FEET."]
* * * * *
A WARNING FROM THE SKY.
[The latest form of mascot is a trinket-model of the sign of
the zodiac under which one was born.]
'Twas Caution bade me: "Think a while;
Calm thought may prove your saviour;
You've only seen her gala style
And very best behaviour;
What though her form's divinely planned
And rightly you adore it,
Her character's an unknown land,
You'd better first explore it."
But such exploring baffled me--
She had, to my vexation,
No younger brother I could fee
For stable information--
Until at last I noted (worn
Mid baubles weird and various)
A mascot which announced her born
Beneath the sign Aquarius.
An ancient tome declared how this
Implied that, though a beauty,
The girl was careless, slack, remiss
And negligent of duty;
I stilled in time my cardiac stir
And ceased my adoration,
Thanking my lucky stars and her
Explicit constellation.
* * * * *
AT THE PLAY.
"PETER PAN."
_Peter Pan_, the play, must by now have long overtaken the age of
_Peter Pan_, the boy; but, like him, it never grows any older. The
cast may change, but that seems to make hardly any difference. The new
_Peter_ (Miss EDNA BEST) is as good as any of them. Graceful of shape
and lithe of limb, he is still essentially a boy, the realised figure
of BARRIE'S fancy; a little aloof and inscrutable; romantic, too, in
his very detachment from the sentiment of romance that he provokes.
Miss FREDA GODFREY, the new _Wendy_, would have seemed good if we had
not known better ones. To be frank, she looked rather too mature for
the part; she needed a more childlike air to give piquancy to her
assumption of maternal responsibilities. It was pleasant to see Mr.
HENRY AINLEY unbend to the task, simple for him, of playing _Captain
Hook_ and _Mr. Darling_. One admired his self-control in refusing to
impose new subtleties upon established and sacred tradition.
Of familiar friends, age has not withered the compelling charms of Mr.
SHELTON'S _Smee_, nor, in the person of Mr. CLEAVE, has custom staled
the infinite futility of _Slightly_. I was glad, too, to find Miss
SYBIL CARLISLE back in the part of _Mrs. Darling_, which she played
most appealingly.
The lagoon scene was cut out this year; perhaps it was thought that
there is enough lagoon in London just now. I could more willingly have
spared the business of _Mr. Darling_ and the kennel, the one blot in
the play. My impression of this grotesquerie has not changed since I
first saw _Peter Pan_.
Among new impressions was a feeling that the domestic details of
the First Act are a little too leisurely, so that I appreciated the
impatience of my little neighbour for the arrival of _Peter Pan_,
whose acquaintance she had still to make. Also from the presence of
children in my party I became conscious how much of the humour of
the play--its burlesque, for example, of the stage villain--is only
seizable by children who have grown up. BARRIE wrote it, of course, to
please the eternal child in himself, but forgot now and then what an
unusual child it was.
O. S.
* * * * *
On Wednesday, January 5th, 1921, at 3.30 and 8 P.M., in the Hall of
the Inner Temple, the "Time and Talents" Guild will give a series of
"Action Tableaux," dramatised by Miss WILSON-FOX, in illustration of
the history of Southwark and Old Bermondsey from Saxon times to
the present day. There will be singing, in character, by the Stock
Exchange Choir. The profits will go in aid of the Settlement in
Bermondsey, which has been carried on for twenty-one years among the
factory girls by members of "Time and Talents," and to-day includes
a Hostel, Clubs, a Country Holiday Fund and a cottage in the country.
Applications for tickets may be made to Miss WILSON-FOX, 17, De Vere
Gardens, Kensington, W. 8.
* * * * *
THE GREAT RESOLVE.
["When _Chu Chin Chow_ reaches its 2,000th representation on
the 29th, it will have run for 1,582 days, 26 days longer than
the War." _Sunday Times._]
Behind its pendent curtain folds
We know not what the future holds;
We only know that worlds have gone
Since _Chu Chin Chow_ was first put on.
Mid all our stress and strife and change
This strikes me as extremely strange;
I think when plays go on like this
There ought to be an artistice.
But, when we have another war
After the peace we've toiled so for,
And empires break and thrones are bust
And nations tumble in the dust,
And culture, rising from the East,
On tottering Europe is released,
And Chinamen at last shall rule
In Dublin, Warsaw and Stamboul,
Soon as the roar of cannon ends
And all men once again are friends,
I must fulfil my ancient vow
And go and visit _Chu Chin Chow_.
* * * * *
ST. CECILIA OF CREMONA.
_Punch_ has no desire to plunge into the controversy which has arisen
over the employment of women in professional orchestras, especially as
the cause has already been practically won, and here, at any rate, the
saying, "What Lancashire thinks to-day England will think to-morrow,"
has failed to justify itself. The example of Manchester is not being
followed in London, and what is deemed advisable for the Free Trade
Hall in one city is not to dominate the policy of the Queen's Hall in
the other.
But without going into the arguable points of this latest duel of the
sexes, Mr. Punch, already in the last year which completes his
fourth score, may be allowed to indulge in an old man's privilege
of retrospect and incidentally to congratulate the ladies on the
wonderful and triumphant progress they have made in instrumental art
since the roaring 'forties. For in the 'forties women, though still
supreme on the lyric stage, had hardly begun to assert themselves as
executants, save on the pianoforte. _Punch_ well remembers LISZT--with
the spelling of whose name he had considerable difficulty--in his
meteoric pianofortitude. But the young WILMA NERUDA, who visited
London in 1849, escaped his benevolent notice. She was then only ten.
It was not until twenty years later that, as Madame NORMAN-NERUDA, she
revisited London, proved that consummate skill could be combined with
admirable grace in a woman-violinist, took her place as a leader of
the quartet at the Monday "Pops," upset the tyranny of the pianoforte
and harp as the only instruments suitable for the young person, and
virtually created the professional woman-violinist. Indeed, she may
be said to have at once made the fiddle fashionable and profitable for
girls.
On its invasion of Mayfair the pencil of DU MAURIER furnishes the best
comment. Before 1869, woman-violinists were only single spies; now
they are to be reckoned in battalions. And they no longer "play the
easiest passages with the greatest difficulty," as was once said of
an incompetent male pianist, but in all departments of technique and
interpretation have fully earned Sir HENRY WOOD'S tribute to their
skill, sincerity and delicacy. When the eminent conductor goes on, in
his catalogue of their excellences, to say, "They do not drink,
and they do not smoke as much as men," he reminds Mr. Punch of two
historic sayings of a famous foreign conductor. The first was uttered
at a rehearsal of the Venusberg music from _Tannhäuser_: "Gentlemen,
you play it as if you were teetotalers--_which you are not_." The
other was his lament over a fine but uncertain wind-instrument player:
"With ---- it is always Quench, Quench, Quench."
Mr. Punch is old-fashioned enough to hope that, whether teetotalers
or not, the ladies will leave trombones and tubas severely alone, and
confine their instrumental energies mainly to the nice conduct of the
leading strings--the aristocrats of the orchestra, the sovereigns of
the chamber concert.
* * * * *
From a butcher's advertisement:--
"SPECIAL PRE-WAR PORK, AND BEEF, SAUSAGES."--_Local Paper._
While all in favour of old-fashioned Christmas fare, here we draw the
line.
* * * * *
"Enough butter to cover 265,000,000 slices of bread was
produced in Manitoba this year. Of 8,250,000,000 pounds
produced, 4,100,000 has been exported."--_Canadian Paper._
Thirty-one pounds of butter to the slice is certainly the most
tempting inducement to Canadian immigration we have yet noticed.
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE INSPIRED MUSICIAN AND THE CHRISTMAS HAM.]
* * * * *
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
_(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)_
I can't help thinking that Mr. H. G. HIBBERT has not chosen altogether
the right name for his second volume of theatrical and Bohemian
gossip, _A Playgoer's Memories_ (GRANT RICHARDS). It is not so
unsophisticated as the title had somehow led me to expect. Indeed
"unsophisticated" is perhaps the last epithet that could justly be
applied to Mr. HIBBERT'S memories. I fancy I had unconsciously been
looking for something more in the style of my own ignorant playgoing.
"How wonderful she was in that scene with the broker's man," or "Do
you remember the opening of the Third Act?" Not thus Mr. HIBBERT. For
him the play itself is far less the thing than a peg upon which
to hang all sorts of tags and bobtails of recollection, financial,
technical and just not scandalous because of the discretion of the
telling. His book is a repository of theatrical information, but the
great part of it of more absorbing concern for the manager's-room or
the stage-door than, say, the dress circle. But I must not be wanting
in gratitude for the entertainment which, for all this carping, I
certainly derived from it. As an expert on stage finance, for example,
to-day and forty years back, Mr. HIBBERT has revelations that may well
cause the least concerned to marvel. And there is an appendix, which
gives a list of Drury Lane pantomimes, with casts, for half a century,
including, of course, the incomparable first one; but that is not
a memory of this world. A book to be kept for odd references in two
senses.
* * * * *
[Illustration: CULPABLE NEGLIGENCE ON THE PART OF AN EDITOR OF AN
ILLUSTRATED PAPER. IMPENDING LIBEL ACTIONS.
CAPTAIN ERIC BLIGHTMAN, WHOSE ENGAGEMENT TO LADY SARAH HUBB HAS JUST
BEEN ANNOUNCED.
BASHER SMITH, EX-HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF STEPNEY, WHO IS TO ACT AS
REFEREE AT THE CORKERY-HACKETT FIGHT ON FRIDAY.]
[Transcriber's Note: The captions were reversed.]
* * * * *
What most interfered with my peace of mind over _The Happy Highways_
(HEINEMANN) was, I think, its almost entire absence of highway, and
the exceedingly unhappy nature of its confused and uncharted lanes.
Indeed, I am wondering now if the title may not have been an instance
of bitter irony on the part of Miss STORM JAMESON. Certainly a more
formless mass of writing never within my experience masqueraded as a
novel. There are ideas and reflections--these last mostly angry and
vaguely socialistic--and here and there glimpses of illusory narrative
about a group of young persons, brothers and a girl-friend, who live
at Herne Hill, attend King's College and talk (oh, but interminably)
the worst pamphlet-talk of the pre-war age. It is, I take it, a
reviewer's job to stifle his boredom and push on resolutely through
the dust to find what good, if any, may be hidden by it. I will admit
therefore some vague interest in the record of how the War hit such
persons as these. Also (to the credit of the author as tale-teller)
she does allow one of the young men to earn a scholarship, and for
no sane reason to depart instantly thereupon before the mast of a
sailing-ship; also another, the central figure, to fall in love
with the girl. The book is in three parts, of which the third is
superfluously specialized as "chaos." Whether Miss JAMESON will yet
write a story I am unable to say; I rather wonder, however, that
Messrs. HEINEMANN did not suggest to her that these heterogeneous
pages would furnish excellent material for the experiment.
* * * * *
I have discovered that Miss PEGGY WEBLING has quite a remarkable
talent for making ordinary places and people seem improbable. She
achieves this in _Comedy Corner_ (HUTCHINSON) by sketching in her
scenery quite competently and then allowing her characters to live
lives, amongst it, so fraught with coincidence, so swayed by the most
unlikely impulses, that a small draper's shop, a West End "Hattery"
and an almshouse for old actresses become the most extraordinary
places on earth, where anything might happen and nobody would be
surprised. _Winnie_, her heroine, behaves more improbably than anyone
else, but she is such a dear little goose that most amiable readers
will be quite glad that she doesn't have to suffer as much as such
geese would if they existed in real life. You can see from this that
it is one of those books that are full of real niceness and goodwill,
and it has besides plenty of plot and lots of interesting characters,
and yet somehow it gives you the feeling of being out of focus. You
read on, expecting every moment that clever Miss WEBLING will give
things a little push in the right direction and make them seem true,
and, while you are reading and hoping, you come to the happy ending.
* * * * *
Should you enter _The Gates of Tien T'ze_ (HODDER AND STOUGHTON) you
will not regret it, but it is possible that you may be--as I was--a
little breathless before the end of this vehement story is reached.
The average tale of criminals and detectives is not apt to move
slowly, but here Mr. LESLIE HOWARD GORDON maintains the speed of a
half-mile relay race. I am not going to reveal his mystery except
to say that _Tien T'ze_ was a Chinese organisation which perpetrated
crimes, and that _Donald Craig_, _Kyrle Durand_--his secretary
(female) and cousin--and _Bruce MacIvor_, superintendent of the
Criminal Investigation Department, were employed in tracking it down
and smashing it to pieces. Never have I met anyone in fiction (let
fact alone) so clever as _Kyrle_ in getting herself and her friends
out of tight places. When _Craig_ and _MacIvor_ were so beset by _Tien
T'ze_ that their last hour seemed to have come I found myself saying,
"It is time for _Kyrle_ to emerge from her machine," and she emerged.
In a novel of this _genre_ it is essential that the excitement should
never fall below fever-heat, but Mr. GORDON'S book does better than
that; its temperature would, I think, burst any ordinary thermometer.
* * * * *
"The Vicar's Study Circle is now engaged in considering the
teaching of what is known as the 'Higher Criticism.' All
interested are invited to attend, whatever sex they may claim
to possess."
--_Parish Magazine._
The Vicar evidently possesses the open mind so necessary for
discussions of this sort.
* * * * *
[Illustration: EPILOGUE]
AS WE SEE OTHERS: A CANDID APPRECIATION OF U.S.A.
The liner _de luxe_ had swung in past Sandy Hook, and the tender had
already come alongside with its mail and Press-gang. There ensued a
furious race to interview the most distinguished passenger, and it
was by the representative of _The Democratic Elevator_, who got
there first, that the Sage, in the very act of recording the emotions
provoked by his first sky-scraper, was _abordé_.
"Mr. Punch, I guess?" said he. "Pleased to meet you, Sir. And what do
you think of the American nation?"
"Shall I tell you now," asked Mr. Punch, "or wait till I've actually
seen it?"
"Right here," said the interviewer, and drew his note-book.
"Well," began Mr. Punch, "I think a good deal of it--I mean, I think a
good deal about it. And it nearly always makes me smile. Of course you
won't understand why it nearly always makes me smile, because we
don't see fun in the same things. You don't appreciate our humour, and
therefore you say that we haven't any. And if we don't appreciate
your humour that proves again that we haven't any. So you'll never
understand why it makes me smile, sometimes gently and sometimes
rather bitterly, to think about your nation; but I'll tell you just
the same.
"In the first place, what you call 'America' is only a small fraction
of the American continent, not even as large as British North America.
And in the second place what you call your 'nation'--well, some rude
person once said of it that it isn't really a nation at all, but just
a picnic. I won't go so far as that, but I hardly suppose you will be
much better pleased if I call it a League of Nations. That is a phrase
that you hate, because your President WILSON loves it.
"By the way, I must be very careful how I speak of your President,
because you're so sensitive on that subject. You allow yourselves to
abuse him as the head of a political party, but if other nations so
much as question his omniscience he suddenly becomes the Head of
a Sovereign State. An English Cabinet Minister once told me how an
American gave vent in conversation to the most violent language in
regard to the policy of the President of the day, and when at the end
the Englishman very quietly said, 'I am inclined to agree with you,'
the American turned on him in a fury, saying: 'Sir, I didn't come here
to have my country insulted!'
"However, to return to your League of Nations. In England (where I
come from) they are just now reviving a play by Mr. ISRAEL ZANGWILL,
in which, if I recall it rightly, he makes out your country to be the
Melting Pot into which every sort of fancy alien type is thrown, and
turned out a pattern American citizen, a member of a United Family. I
wish I could believe it. It seems to us that your German, even after
passing through the Melting Pot, remains a German; that your Irishman,
however much he Americanises himself for purposes of political power
and graft, remains an Irishman. You never seem to get together as a
nation, except when you go to war, and even then you don't keep it
up, for you're not together now, although you're still at war with
Germany. The rest of the time you seem to spend in having Elections
and 'placating' (I think that's what you call it) the German interest,
or the negro interest, or the Sinn Fein interest.
"And this brings me to the point that makes me smile most of all--when
it doesn't make me weep. Isn't it a pathetic thing that a really great
and strong people like you should be so weak and little as to let your
Press sympathise blatantly with the campaign of murder in Ireland; to
suffer that campaign to be actively assisted by American gunmen; to
look on while it is being financed by American money, here employed in
conjunction with the resources of that very Bolshevism which you take
care to treat as criminal in your own country?
"Isn't it pitiful that you should regard reprisals (hateful though
they may be) as worse than the hideous murders which provoked them;
forgetting your own addiction to lynch law; forgetting too (as some
of our own people forget) that the sanctity of the law depends as much
upon the goodwill and assistance of the populace as it does upon the
police, and cannot else be maintained?
"Indeed your memory is not very good. Your Monroe Doctrine, which
insists that nobody from outside shall interfere with your affairs,
escapes you whenever you want to interfere with other people's. You
even forget, at convenient times, your own Civil War. Just as there
was not a protest made by you against the methods of our blockade of
Germany for which an answer could not be found in some precedent set
by you in that War of North and South, so now the best answer to your
sympathy with the preposterous claims of an Irish Republic is to be
found in those four years in which you fought so bloodily to preserve
the integrity of your own Union.
"Yet you let men like DE VALERA go at large proclaiming the brutal
tyranny of the alien Saxon and advertising his country as a Sovereign
State--all because you have to 'placate' the Irish interest. I should
very much like to hear what you would think of us if at our Elections
we ran an Anti-You campaign and even made Intervention a plank in our
platform (as one of your Parties did) for the sake of 'placating' the
niggers or the Cubans or the Filipinos or any other sort of Dago in
our midst.
"Of course we are told--and of course I believe it--that the 'best'
American sentiment is all right. But, if so, it must be cherished by a
very select few, or they would never tolerate a condition of things so
rotten that, unless your coming President finds some cure for it, you
are like to become the laughing-stock of Europe. I am almost tempted
to go into the Melting Pot myself and show you, as none but an
American citizen would ever be allowed to show you, how it is to be
done. Unfortunately I am too busy elsewhere, putting my own country
right.
"But to conclude--for I see that we are drawing close to the
landing-stage--I do hope that in my desire to be genial I have not
been too flattering. No true friend ever flatters. And in my heart,
which has some of our common blood in it (notoriously thicker than
water), I cannot help loving your country, and would love it better
still if only it gave me a better chance. Indeed, I belong at home to
a Society for the Promotion of Anglo-American Friendship. More than
that"--and here the Sage was seen to probe into a voluminous and
bulging breast-pocket--"I have brought with me a token of affection
designed to stimulate a mutual cordiality."
"_Not_ a flask of whisky?" exclaimed the representative of _The
Democratic Elevator_, suddenly moved to animation.
"No, not that, not that, my child," said Mr. Punch, "but something
far, far better for you; something that gives you, among other less
serious matter, a record of the way in which we in England, with
private troubles of our own no easier than yours to bear, and
exhausted with twice as many years of sacrifice in the War of Liberty
(whose colossal effigy I have just had the pleasure to remark), still
try to play an honourable part in that society of nations from which
you have apparently resolved, for your better ease and comfort, to cut
yourselves off. Be good enough to accept, in the spirit of benevolence
in which I offer it, this copy of my
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINTH VOLUME."
[Illustration]
* * * * *
[Illustration: Index]
CARTOONS.
PARTRIDGE, BERNARD
Aladdin and the Miner's Lamp 311
Bad for the Bull 51
Cap of Liberty: Le Dernier Cri 191
Close Corporation (A) 351
Economists (The) 471
Experts (The) 291
Folly of Athens (The) 411
German Invasion (A) 431
Great Repudiation (The) 231
"House"-Breaker (The) 151
If Winston Set the Fashion-- 111
League of Youth (The) 91
Micawber and Son 511
Moral Suasion 71
Prince Comes Home (The) 271
Problem (The) 131
Road to Economy (The) 451
Salvage 251
Scales of Justice (The) 331
Session of Common Sense (A) 171
Shrine of Honour (The) 371
Snowed Under 211
Verdun 491
Worth a Trial 391
RAVEN-HILL, L.
Abysmalists (The) 383
Balm for the Sick Man 423
Blue Ribbon of the Sea (The) 83
Boblet (The) 463
Encourage Home Industries 363
Evil Communications 43
Good Fairy Georgina (The) 503
Iconoclast (The) 123
I. O. U. 11
Labor Omnia Vincit 443
Last Straw (The) 403
"Lion of Lucerne (The)" 143
Our Parish Church 31
Our Village Sign 343
Out of the Frying-Pan 183
Polish Hug (The) 283
Prospective Jonah? (A) 263
Public Benefactor (The) 203
Real Music (The) 103
Resources of Civilisation (The) 303
Road to Ruin (The) 163
Sing a Song of Drachmas 483
Tartarin dans les Indes 243
Too-Free Country (A) 323
REYNOLDS, FRANK
Under a Cloud (with a Golden Lining) 223
TOWNSEND, F. H.
L'Enfant Terrible 3
Sea-view of the Situation (A) 63
Subject to Revision 23
ARTICLES.
ALLEN, INGLIS
Difference of Class (A) 208
ANDERSON, MISS E. V. M.
Mudford Blight (The) 188
ARMSTRONG, H.
Working for Peace 330
BELL, NEIL
Cage (The) 349
BIDDULPH, MISS VIOLET
In Defence of Dorothy 102
BIRD, A. W.
Cricket Mannerism (A) 22
Edward and the B.O.F. 98
Fine Old Fruity (The) 490
Stuttfield and the Reds 374
Twenty Years On 55
BLAIKLEY, MISS E. L.
Pamela's Alphabet 270
BRETHERTON, CYRIL
Charivaria weekly
To Isis 76
Vignettes of Scottish Sport 458
BROWN, C. L. M.
Our Invincible Navy 362
BROWN, HILTON
Blue Mountains (The) 136
Nimrod 195
Santamingoes 24
BRYANT, A. W. M.
Kings and Queens 224
BUDGEN, C. G.
Language for Logic (The) 422
CAMERON, C. F.
Taxation of Virtue (The) 214
CASSON, C. R.
Eve Victorious 466
Humourist (The) 488
Light Fantastic (The) 366
Word Chains 28
CHALMERS, P. R.
Kelpie (The) 149
Visionary (The) 124
CHANDLER, MISS B. W.
Coup for _The Daily Trail_ (A) 182
Our Pastoral 36
CLARK, DUDLEY
Badly Synged 82
CROSS, W. H.
Cures for Insomnia 470
DARMADY, E. S.
Peculiar Case of Toller (The) 75
DARMADY, E. S. & J.
Human City and Suburban (The) 184
Superfection Laundry (The) 342
DAVIES, MISS S. M.
Prodigies (The) 202
Sources of Laughter 385
DYER, A. E. R.
Knell of the Navy (The) 246
Passing of Alfred (The) 298
EASTWOOD, CAPTAIN
Rabbits' Game (The) 144
ECKERSLEY, ARTHUR
Squatters 105
FARROW, R. S.
New Journalism (The) 370
FAY, S. J.
Authorship for All 46, 66
Dissimulation of Suzanne 176
My Right-Hand Man 234
Sayings of Barbara (The) 388
FOX-SMITH, MISS C.
All Sorts 46
Nitrates 86
Ship in a Bottle (A) 230
Yarns 390
FRANKLIN, BERNARD
Ballad of the Early Worm (A) 265
FYLEMAN, MISS ROSE
Check by the Queen 306
Consolation 264
Fairy Tailor (The) 482
Queen's Counsel 88
Rainy Morning 253
Wedding Presents 186
GARLAND, A. P.
Patient's Library (The) 118
Place of the Trombone in the Band (The) 428
Romance of Book-making (The) 2
Timon 1
GARSTIN, CROSBIE
Barrel of Beef (The) 456
Down Channel 77
Fair (The) 110
Letter to the Back-Blocks 324
Old Woman's House Rock, Scilly 213
Our Heavy-Waits 464
Reefs (The) 30
Spanish Ledges 237
GILLMAN, W. H.
Counter-Irritant (The) 108
Headlining 318
Very Personal 255
GOODHART, MRS. H.
Logs to Burn 337
GRAVES, C. L.
Between Two Stools 226
British Tarpon (The) 198
Changes in Club-Land 130
Cry of the Adult Author (The) 345
Cures Worth Making 38
Fashion and Physique 210
Footnote to the "Bab Ballads" 408
From Spa and Shore 122
Happy Gardener (The) 398
Mixed Meteorological Maxims 269
New Utopia (The) 366
Our Lucky Dippers 442
Our Natural History Column 69
Prawling's Theory 316
Puss at the Palace 490
Revival of the Fittest (The) 116
Revival of Ollendorff 335
Revolt of Youth (The) 168
St. Cecilia of Cremona 514
State and the Screen (The) 50
To Certain Cautious Prophets 256
To General Oi 198
Tragedy of Reaction (A) 19
Two Studies in Musical Criticism 276
When and If 289
GREENLAND, GEORGE
Miriam's Two Babies 254
HARWOOD, A. C.
How to Build a House 176
HASELDEN, PERCY
Old Beer Flagon (The) 358
HERBERT, A. P.
Art of Poetry (The) 164
Autobiography Shocker (The) 313
Contemporary Folksongs 384
Criminal Type (A) 62
Euclid in Real Life 346
Foul Game (A) 495
Grasshopper (The) 42
Happy Hoots (The) 502
Heart of Mine 88
If They were at School 408
Korban Bath (The) 288
Little Bits of London 468
Little Horse (The) 26
Mystery (The) 126
Mystery of the Apple-pie Beds 268
New Rhymes for Old Children 186, 215, 234, 244, 295, 306, 329, 350,
365, 416, 426, 455, 475, 485, 510
On with the Dance 6
Private Film (The) 338
Seven Whitebait 206
Spider (The) 116
Thoughts on _The Times_ 148
White Spat (The) 448
HEYER, GEORGE
Rhymes of the Underground 95, 115, 176, 193
HODGKINSON, T.
Best Laid Schemes (The) 66
Devoted Lover (The) 270
First Love and Last 146
Home from Home (A) 225
Love's Handicap 318
_Mens Conscia Mali_ 106
Ministering Angel (The) 85
Note on the Drama (A) 450
Sartorial Tragedy (A) 398
Vanished Glory 7
Warning from the Sky (A) 513
HOLMES, CAPT. W. K.
Ben and the Boot (The) 233
Territorial (The) 137
To James in the Bath 250
Victim of Fashion (A) 96
HOLT, E. C.
Songs of an Ovalite 45
JACKSON, LIEUT. GERALD, R.N.
Difficult Case (A) 410
JAGGER, ARTHUR
Elfin Tennis 405
_Rara Avis_ 182
Westward Ho! 169
JAY, THOMAS
Charivaria weekly
Questions 449
JENKINS, ERNEST
Barker that Missed Fire (The) 510
Downing of the Pen (The) 354
Improving "Hansard" 434
My Dromedary 78
Premier's Metaphors (The) 386
Should Millionaires read Homer? 58
Shrimp Test (The) 253
Solving the Holiday Fare Problem 81
When Charl. comes over 18
KIDD, ARTHUR
Another War to End War 175
More Secret History 326
Our "Promised" Land 429
Passing of the Cradle (The) 205
KILPATRICK, MRS.
Elizabeth Goes on Holiday 64
Elizabeth Goes to the Sales 4
Elizabeth Outwitted 284
Elizabeth's Christmas 504
Ernest Experiments 315
Hard Times for Heroines 146
KING, P. J.
Ministry for Heroes (The) 294
KITCHIN, HARCOURT
My Rat 25
KNOX, E. V.
About Conferences 326
About Golf 462
Coal Cup (The) 204
Converted Castles 48
D'Annunzio Dialogue (A) 406
George, Jane and Lenin 153
Gone Away! 302
Handy Man (The) 228
Harding and Cox 37
I remember--I remember 70
Maybirds 506
Miners' Opera (The) 262
More Pay for M.P.s 438
My Apologia 377
On Running Down to Brighton 190
Priscilla Paints 18
Priscilla Plays Fairies 446
Proof Positive 344
Sand Sports 170
September in My Garden 244
Squish 106
Taffy the Fox 486
Thoughts in a Cold Snap 484
Unauthentic Impressions 364, 382, 404, 424, 444
Ways and Means 68
Yet One More Plan for Ireland 282
LAMBURN, MISS R. C.
Anniversary (The) 118
Birthday Present (The) 94
Strike in Fairyland (A) 356
Way Out of the Present Unrest 238
LANGLEY, F. O.
Boot Mystery (The) 414
Conspirators (The) 248, 266, 286, 308, 328, 348
Genf and the League of Nations 368
King's Messenger (The) 8
Lucerne 154
Mountain and the Prophets (The) 476
Movement in the Money Market 189
Story about a Clock (A) 38
LEWIS, M. A.
Tragedy in Birdland (A) 395
Transmigration of Bowles (The) 128
_Vade Mecums_ 96
LEYS, MISS H. M.
Flowers' Names 57, 78, 90, 104, 122, 145, 198, 206, 229, 273, 298
LOCKER, W. A.
Essence of Parliament weekly during Session
LUCAS, E. V.
Among the Pedestals 122
Brown Lady (The) 430
Buckler's 76
Cabman and the Coin (The) 246
Cynosure (The) 397
Dining Gladiator (The) 304, 322
Down-our-Court Circular 117
End of the Season (The) 194
For Ourselves Alone 296
Honours Easy 274
If We All Took to Margotry 142
Letters I never Post (The) 416
Letters I never Posted 508
More Margobiography 102
Mother-in-law Mystery (The) 376
Other Half (The) 476
Philosophers 22
Points of View 56
Privileges of Margotism (The) 166
Ring in the Old 358
Succulent Comedians (The) 84
"Suggestions" 496
That Tea Interval 216
Three Exceptional Men 15
Wire and Barbed Wire 226
MARTIN, N. R.
Sniper (The) 406
Tips for Uncles 49
MAY, H. R. D.
Whiff of the Briny (A) 162
MORRISON, A. C. L.
Language Difficulty (The) 218
NORRISS, CECIL
Charivaria weekly
NOTT-BOWER, W. G.
"G.B.R.L." 435
OGILVIE, W. H.
Opening Run (The) 357
PENNEY, F. G.
To a Clerical Golfing Friend 455
PHELPS, S. K.
Ministry of Ancestry (The) 222
Pigs 258
PLATT, F. W.
Wail of the Wasp (The) 238
PLUMBE, C. C.
Roses all the Way 86
PRESTON-TEWART, A.
Bridge Conventions 242
RICHARDSON, R. J.
Cubbin' thro' the Rye 266
Headgear for Heroes 229
Room at the Back (The) 174
Scene at the Club (A) 74
RIGBY, REGINALD
Great Idea (The) 394
Little Moa (The) 265
Piglets 56
Prone 149
What to do with our Boys 136
SALVIDGE, STANLEY
Belles of the Ball 402
SEAMAN, OWEN
Apology to the Bench (An) 142
Ashes (The) 222
As We See Others 517
At the Play 158, 196, 236, 256, 275, 336, 378, 418, 514
"Christmas Spirit (The)" 482
Dark Ages (The) 442
Doggerel 202
Falling Prices 302
How to Vitalise the Drama 382
Lessons from Nature 262
Michaelmas and the Goose 242
Mr. Smillie's Little Armageddon 162
Poet-Laureate and his German Friends (The) 342
Standard Golf-Ball (The) 422
To the Lion of Lucerne 462
To our Play-Makers 282
Unknown Warrior (The) 370
SILSBY, MISS E.
Late Worm (The) 322
SMITH, E. A.
One Touch of Dickens 436
SPENDER, MISS B. E.
Unlikely Story (An) 438
STUART, MISS D. M.
Before the Cenotaph 362
Chantry (The) 298
TAYLOR, S. J.
To a Maker of Pills 150
THORNHILL, J. F. P.
Beau Brimacombe 396
THORP, JOSEPH
At the Play 44, 125, 276, 456
TROTTER, MRS. A. F.
Moon-Seller (The) 216
WESTBROOK, H. W.
Beginner (The) 109
WHITAKER, V.
Nocturne 58
WHITE, E. P.
Another Garden of Allah 108
Goldwire and Poppyseed 9
Racing as a Business 426
_Si Jeunesse Savait_ 310
Taste of Authority (A) 138
"To Him that hath ..." 156
Vacillating Policy (A) 398
WHITE, R. F.
Increased Output 402
Type-Slinger (The) 334
WHITMARSH, F. J.
Guide to Greatness (A) 330
Peerless Provincial (The) 297
* * * * *
PICTURES AND SKETCHES.
ARMOUR, G. D., 159, 215, 233, 248, 279, 295, 339, 379, 419, 439, 459,
479, 513
BATEMAN, H. M., 16, 17, 35, 187, 257, 267
BAUMER, LEWIS, 119, 190, 207, 224, 250, 270, 330, 390, 430, 450, 490,
510
BELCHER, GEORGE, 75, 97
BIRD, W., 40, 61, 161, 177, 308, 417, 435, 461
BROCK, H. M., 9, 57, 89, 109, 297, 364, 415
BROOK, RICARDO, 300
COTTRELL, TOM, 169, 474
CURRY, J. R., 280
DOWD, J. H., 28, 100, 148, 160, 168, 178, 181, 188, 241, 261, 361,
428, 501
EARNSHAW, HAROLD, 341, 345
"FOUGASSE", 27, 47, 87, 101, 121, 154, 227, 277, 287, 317, 369, 407,
447, 477, 487, 500
FRASER, PETER, 105, 221, 268, 288, 328, 399, 420
GAMMON, REGINALD, 139, 209
GARSTIN, CROSBIE, 21
GHILCHIK, D. L., 41, 218
GRAVE, CHARLES, 19, 25, 99, 125, 204, 249, 293, 395, 465
HARRISON, CHARLES, 356, 376, 499
HASELDEN, W. K., 276, 336, 418, 456
HENRY, THOMAS, 48, 488
JENNIS, G., 77, 144, 259, 316, 337, 359
LLEWELLYN, MAJOR W., 498
LLOYD, A. W., 13, 33, 34, 53, 54, 73, 74, 93, 94, 113, 133, 134, 333,
353, 354, 373, 374, 393, 413, 414, 433, 434, 453, 473, 493, 512
MARTIN, L. B., 114
MILLS, A. WALLIS, 30, 45, 70, 127, 153, 164, 210, 278, 289, 315, 335,
355, 377, 409, 424, 457, 475, 485, 504
MORELAND, ARTHUR, 141, 174, 201, 319, 394
MORRISON, J., 138
MORROW, EDWIN, 388
MORROW, GEORGE, 60, 80, 120, 140, 180, 195, 220, 237, 260, 273, 320,
340, 360, 380, 400, 410, 440, 460, 480, 495, 516
NORRIS, ARTHUR, 68, 348, 397
OWEN, WILL, 385
PARTRIDGE, BERNARD, 1
PETT, NORMAN, 20, 36, 98, 228, 258, 301, 421, 446
PRANCE, BERTRAM, 79, 117, 137, 299, 436, 468
RAVEN-HILL, L., 37, 55, 95, 189, 253, 269, 334, 396, 478, 497, 518
REYNOLDS, FRANK, 4, 24, 44, 64, 84, 104, 124, 157, 158, 170, 184, 194,
196, 213, 236, 239, 244, 275, 284, 304, 327, 344, 367, 389, 404, 427,
444, 464, 484, 509
RIDGEWELL, W. L., 14, 128
ROWNTREE, HARRY, 149
SHEPARD, E. H., 10, 107, 130, 167, 197, 234, 254, 264, 455, 515
SHEPHERD, J. A., 217
SHEPPERSON, C. A., 67, 147, 247, 347, 469, 507
SIMMONS, GRAHAM, 173
SMITH, A. T., 50, 135, 145, 179, 240, 294, 313, 357, 368, 375
SPEED, LANCELOT, 78, 235, 305
STAMPA, G. L., 15, 29, 59, 85, 155, 175, 199, 219, 229, 274, 307, 329,
350, 365, 387, 425, 454, 467, 489
TERRY, STAN, 81, 200, 208, 281, 321, 381, 401, 441
THOMAS, BERT, 7, 69, 115, 185, 214, 225, 255, 285, 309, 324, 405, 494,
505
THORP, J. H., 296, 314, 429
TOWNSEND, F. H., 5, 39, 49, 65, 90, 110, 129, 150, 165, 193, 205, 230,
245, 265, 290, 310, 325, 349, 370, 384, 408, 437, 449, 470, 506
WOOD, STARR, 445
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