... . By ALAN KEMP. A Good Time. The shouting and the tumult dies; as for Captains and Kings-- well, some Captains are beginning to arrive and a few Kings are, beginning to depart. I thought the shouting very good choral work and the crowd and scenes excellently produced. I had a bit of luck, because I stepped out of the tube--that is, I bit, kicked and scratched my way out of the tube, half ...

... MOTLEY NOTES. By ALAN KEMP. Red in Beak and Claw. The least attractive part of human nature is its red streak of cruelty, which seems to be a distressingly common element in mortal make-up. Psychologists tell us that we all have a bit of it, and who am I to argue with psychologists-- especially as they seem to have the facts on their side? But this is an aspect of sinful man which I find ...

... By JOYCE DENNYS. MY DEAR ROBERT-- I have two very exciting things to tell you. One is that we are going away on a holiday, and the other is that I have got a new suit. The Linnet arranged our holiday. When she came home for a week-end not long ago, Charles, who is in the throes of a prolonged and violent cold, didn't speak for two days. The Linnet took me aside. Pa ought to have a holiday, ...

... MOTLEY NOTES. By ALAN KEMP. A Man of the World. The grave of great men is the whole world. That unsurpassed epi taph was dedicated, more than two thousand years ago, by Pericles to the devoted dead of Athens. It is the epitaph of Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Seldom in my life time do I recollect so widespread a sense of bereave ment as manifested itself at the death of this remarkable man. Not ...

... By JOYCE DENNYS. MY DEAR ROBERT-- I told you we would have to have a Concert, and we did. The proceeds, which exceeded our wildest hopes, went to the Red Cross, but the Concert was really given in honour of the Conductor's Beard, and nobody can deny that it was a smash-hit. Everybody in the place knew about the Conductor growing a beard, but Faith and I kept him hidden in our gardens until the ...

... bchweppes bchweppes The Horn Triumph The musical instru ment known as the Hirlas Horn, is famous in Welsh history for the double purpose it served. After a vic torious battle it was the custom to fill the horn with methe- glin, a kind of spiced mead, drink it at one draught and then blow a triumphant blast to show that the ancient poem (about 1160 A.D.) of horn had been emptied of liquor. ...

... f(uueJmvMd By JOYCE DENNYS. MY DEAR ROBERT-- Summer has come at last. St. Martin's, St. Luke's, Michaelmas, what you will, but Summer, and everybody who had settled down to a winter of gloom, fatigue and worry about the atomic bomb, coal and influenza, has sud denly perked up and begun smiling. Nearly all Charles's Patients were quite good about not being ill last Sunday, and he got his dinghy ...

... H.R.H. LITTLE BOY BLUE. 1 his Little Boy Blue who at any moment may blow his horn is none other than H.R.H. PRINCE WILLIAM OF GLOUCESTER, three-year-old elder son of the Duke of Gloucester, Governor-General of Australia. The portrait was recently painted by Dora Toovey in Australia, and under the title H.R.H. Little Boy Blue was exhibited in the 1945 Exhibition of the Royal Art Society in Sydney. ...

... BRIGHTENING UP THE B.A.O.R. AN EYEFUL OF MURALS AT AN OSTEND CANTEEN. A snappy Welcome greets men and women of the B.A.O.R. who visit the Naafi cafe at Ostend. There are rich suggestions of food and drink in Rudolph Haybrook'' s mural over the door of the Information Bureau. Here With a Flask of Wine at the Time of the Three Moons. Ceremonial tea and pipes in the Chinese manner. The dancer ...

... Peggy Sage suggests that hands thai have worked hard to achieve victory deserve a little gaiety. Peggy Sage polishes will become available again in small quantities as essential ingredients are demobilised* from their war sen-ice. In the meantime the Peggy Sage Salon continues to serve its many clients. FINGER-TIP SPECIALIST SALONS: LONDON: 130 NEW BOND STREET, W.I (Corner 0/ Crone nor Street. ...

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... 'the thirteenth bellT' By WARDEN LEDGE. TO have been told to-day what 500 years ago would have been naturally assimilated as hellish interference, was nothing less than amazing. On the break-up of a party of visitors which had been taken round the cathedral by the Head Verger himself, I stayed to have a word with the man. I wanted to know the effect the cathedral had on an average English ...