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... MOTLEY NOTES. By ALAN KEMP. 9 V Sleight of Hand. There is a boyish playfulness about the Prime Minister which must be very deplorable to serious-minded people like the Germans. You have only to look at the contrast between the superb gesture of Hitler giving the semaphore salute and Mr. Churchill waggishly giving the V-sign to realise the difference between a Herrenvolk and an effete democracy ...

... MOTLEY NOTES, By ALAN KEMP. Going Places. Our statesmen do go places, don't they? Here to-day and there to-morrow-- you never know where they will bob up. It cannot be just fun for them. Mr. Churchill has never been exactly immobile, but long journeys by sea, land and air cannot be any thing but a for midable prospect when a thousand other things accumulate both on his desk and on his mind for ...

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... MOTLEY NOTES, By ALAN KEMP. New Year Hate. Good will and affability are in season, but they become hackneyed. I want to be original. Why not a little New Year Hate? The enemy has a plateful of it every morning for breakfast, so why shouldn't we have a spoon ful or two just once a year? I will omit the too obvious hatees. I will not attempt to say what I think of That Wicked Man I can safely ...

... .' By PETER KENDALL. THE car swung sharply left-handed under the arch leading to the hotel yard and slid to a smooth standstill. The Red Lion at Westholm, in Kent, some fifteen miles from London, was a mellow red brick-built old coaching inn, which for forty years had been owned by old Tom Longley. Under his régime the house had deservedly won a reputation for comfort and good food, and when ...