... Tin Be in tin Bonimt AM AUTG-CAUSRRIR. By Gerald! Biss. MY DEAR TATLER, Everyone in the motor world was more than delighted to receive the belated news of Lord Montagu's safety after all hope had been given up. Many obituary notices had appeared about him, and I had written one myself and I had that very rare and unusual feeling in a journalist supreme pleasure in scrapping my own copy ...

... TBe Bee in the Bonnet AN AUTO-CAUSEKIE. By (Geraldl Bsss. MY DEAR TATLER, So, despite the barrage of blank cartridge from the two great fortified places of Printing House Square and the Carmelite Monastery, the edificial proscription of the R.A.C. as another Hotel Brum or a Hotel Brillat-Savarin (a la Lord Devonport) has been withdrawn, and the club's own suggestion for the extension of its ...

... OUR TEMHES ILETTER. MY DEAR TATLER, This has been a week full of comings and goings (mostly the latter), and I seem to have spent my time in seei 'g people off to the States and generally wishing them God speed. Miss Ryan got off safely after very nearly missing her train at the last moment, much to the alarm of her many friends who had come to wish her luck. She will, 1 understand, play as a ...

... Tlhie Bee in the Bonnet AM AUTO-CAUSERIE. By Geraldl Biss0 MY DEAR TATLER, What I feared all along has happened and we have been very circumscribed in our movements down at Funkhole-on-Sea by the illness of Lizzie, who had to go into hospital seven miles away. No sooner had her beloved master made good his attestation and donned the King's khaki than she began to pine visibly and some days ...

... TB Bee In the Bonnet AM AUTO-CAUSEEIE. By Gerald Biss0 MY DEAR TATLER, What a sound chap it wafe old David, wasn't it who wrote of wars and rumours of wars The super-censored daily papers are bad enough, but London is simply awful worse than the paper-boys who used to yell and sell their scares and wares in the streets in those distant days of the autumn of 1914, which in mental perspective ...

... The Bee ira the Bonmet AN AUTO-CAUSERIE. By Geraltd Biss. MY DEAR TATLER, We have just reached one of the hectic crises which from time to time arrest our andante existence at Funkhole-on-Sea and bring home to us the exigencies of war, which otherwise only reach us in the morning paper with our war egg, or the weekly household accounts, which show aeroplane tendencies of an alarming nature, ...

... Tlhie Bee in the Bonnet ABJ AUTO-CAUSERIE. B^ Gerald Biss. MY DEAR TATLER, Did the new Big Man Controller Petrol Knight Jones Evan bach, as they would call him amongst his own people swack any of your undrawn petrol I trow not, for I know you too well to imagine you such an ass in these days as to leave one drop of your exiguous allowance of precious essence undrawn even at 7s. 4d. cash one ...

... Tine Bee im 43h@ Boiniinxeft AN AUTO-CAUSERIE. By Gerald Biss. MY DEAR TATLER, Somehow all the old Yule log and mistletoe business seems like a Y'ankee revue and even more unreal than it did last Christmas, and peace on earth has been knocked out to a million to one (no takers). So, when I offer you the hollow compliments of the season, we, who God wot are no dull dogs given half a chance, can ...

... MY DEAR TATLER,-- America is on such a big scale that she apparently finds a bit of room even in the midst of her gigantic war preparations for a slice of business as usual, and already, as we have seen, owing to railroad congestion and shortage of tonnage, war exports are outrunning the constable, and have had to be steadied by a judicious application of the brake. Hence the New York ...

... No. 4.- -Edited by J. M. B. Dear C., There's such a lot of things save din. and dine, and drama when one is out of leading strings in London's panorama. I love to watch the streets at night when everything's electric, and won't believe that mother's right to scout my taste as hectic. The country with its dreary drabs is rather wishy-washy, I'd rather ride in hansom cabs even when the streets ...

... No. 2. Edited by J. M. B. Dear V., This year I mean to write a little letter every night. You're wrong I'm not coquetty. I've never seen him in our sets, I only know his name is Letts. That's why I'm doubly Letty. I'll love to tell him all I do and I'll be franker than with you, with whom I only coast it. I'll tell him all the things I know he'll never give away the show, because I'll never ...

... The clergyman of a country parish church was proceeding to proclaim the banns of marriage when he found he had forgotten the names of the couple and was unable to find the certificate. After repeating the first sentence, I publish the banns of marriage between several times the clerk, who was seated just under the reading desk, bawled out, Between the cushion and the seat, s 1 r N. Z. Warner, ...