... BUBBLE SQUEAK Stories from Everywhere Taking a walk in Galway, a priest stopped to ask an Irish peasant how far it was to Corrofin. About half a mile down the road, Father. And God speed you! He walked a half mile, then another. Not until he had walked six miles did the priest arrive at Corrofin. When he returned in the late afternoon he met the same Irishman. What did you mean by telling ...

... Big Golf Dates by Mel ...

... PORTRAITS IN PRINT Simon Harcourt-Smith The Annexation of Germany IN one of those amusing, contentious speeches of which he is a master, Bob Boothby is reported to have suggested the other day that since we are being squeezed between American economic imperialism, and Russian territorial imperialism, we might do worse than annex to the Empire the British Zone of Occupation in Germany and re ...

... REVIEWED 111 ELIZABETH BOWEA Back The Becker Wives Grimm's Household Tales Uncle Albert's Manual of Practical Photography BACK (Hogarth Press; 8s. 6d.) is the new Henry Green novel. This novelist likes his titles brief. You will--or, if I may say so, should-- remember Loving, and, before that, Caught. At the beginning of Mr. Green's career we had Living and Blindness. In a less certain ...

... 00^l POMKAITS by Oliver St. John Gogarty* JAMES JOYCE came loping across the path with a red oblong object under his arm. We met, I asked him what he was carrying. At once he assumed an air of almost ritualistic gravity, which was one of his ways of mocking outrageous fortune. With great seriousness we advanced toward the pawnshop. He passed a fine folio bound in red morocco over the counter. ...

... BUBBLE tV SQUEAK Stories from Everywhere THE young man from town was strolling round the farm when he noticed a pretty girl milking a cow. Are there any bulls around here? he asked. The young man glanced round apprehensively. His eyes caught the baleful glare of the bull. The bull stared. The young man stared. The next moment the bull gave a snort and started to charge. With a yell of warning ...

... BUBBLE SQUEAK Stories trom Everywhere The politician was very pleased with himself although, actually, he had very little reason to be. His self-satisfaction annoyed many of his friends, and one of them decided to take a rise out of him one day. Ah, hello! said the friend, slapping the M.P. on the back. I knew you when your name was unknown. Sir, came the reply, in dignified accents, ...

... Simon llareourt-Smilli ATHOUGH hardly a week has gone by, it is not easy to recapture the precise brilliance of that frosty morning. The sky is no longer steel cold, nor infinitely high. Grey clouds that seem to breathe equality, so like is the drabness of one to that of the next, hedge-hop across a sullen countryside; the leaves which lately encrusted the hedges like golden icicles, have ...

... TL Vanity Fair (Comedy) THERE is no need to elaborate the obvious: when Thackeray's novel has been put upon the stage to the satisfaction of Thackerayans there will be nothing left under the visiting moon worth calling impossible. The most that can be reasonably expected of any attempt is not much more than Miss Constance Cox manages to give us. We get a sprightly costume play about a ...

... PORTRAITS l\ PRIIVT S I ill O IV HARCOURT-SMITH Some Talk of Spring tra, la-la TODAY, unless I have forgotten the fantastic complications of the Roman calendar, is the day when the New Year used formally to open. And until far on into the eighteenth century our ancestors reckoned their dates as, let us say, March 20, 1740, and the following day as March 21, 1741. I can never make up my mind ...

... D. B. WY1IIAB LEWIS ARCHÆOLOGISTS (we know one) are cool and cynical devils, so it 's no surprise to find them, as recently, buying Black Market Egyptian mummies from lorry-drivers in Rome; except that this implies a certain amount of physical activity, to which archaeologists are greatly averse. Receiving stolen' goods certainly makes a change from lounging in a shady tent by the dig all day, ...

... BUBBLE SQUEAK Stories from Everywhere A MAN met a friend, looking tired and weary. Hullo, old man, he said. Whats made you look so done up? My wife, replied the other with a groan, told me to take our old tom-cat and lose it; so I put the beastly thing in a basket and tramped into the country for about ten miles. He paused for breath. Well, put in his listener, did you lose it? ...