... : Reviewed by Trevor zTfllen IT takes courage to write cheerfully of illness and affliction. The Yorkshire author W. Riley did it, I think, in Netherleigh; so did Wilson Midgley in From My Corner Bed; and some years ago I read a novel which portrayed a sensitive love between patients in a T.B. sanatorium. In The Plague and I (Hammond, 10s. 6d.) Miss Betty Mac- donald writes humorously and ...

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... I [i Reviewed by Trevor Allen I SMILE when authors are rapped for not doing what they never set out to do. Kay Summersby was General Eisen hower's driver for three exciting years. She wrote Eisenhower Was My Boss (Werner Laurie, 11s. 6d.) as a record of personal experience and to show him and other war leaders in their off-the-record moments. Inevitably some may seem trivial for the simple ...

... (Continued from page 34) must run with him to read, not languish lazily in fireside chair. His mission is to scorch and probe, not give you pipe-dreams. Frederic prokosch, who wrote The Asiatics, is novelist but poet, too. In Storm and Echo (Faber, 10s. 6d.) four men go on safari from Brazzaville in the Belgian Congo to Nagala, a peak feared by the natives. One is in search of a lost ...

... : Reviewed by Trevor e. Allen I MARRY? Nonsense! Richard Tauber had told reporters. I've specially engaged two strong men to hit me over the head with a soda water bottle if ever I were to contemplate marriage again. Don't you know, boys, my best-known song is 'I'll never believe in a woman again?' Which wasn't true, because his best-known became You are my heart's delight. Having met ...

... : Reviewed by Rrevor zydllen A DOCTOR'S work, like a woman's, is never done. Even his holiday may turn out to be a busman's. Mr. George Borodin-- the pseudonym of a Harley Street surgeon and pioneer in plastic treatment-- long dreamt of gipsying round the romantic isles of the Pacific. When at last he was able to do so he found he had to gipsy round operating tables, too. He was called to ...

... : Reviewed by T? 'evor Allen PERMIT me, as one of them, to warn you against reviewers. Cynically, shamelessly, they impose on the public. Most are flat fish amazingly destitute of invention. The newspaper sort are drooling or tongue-lolling folk who babble of 'powerful,' 'brilliant,' 'romantic,' 'must-not-be-missed,' 'rewarding' and 'ought-to-be-read-by-everybody' books. The baser ...

... : Reviewed by Trevor Allen IF ordinary fashions of bygone days seem to us grotesque, what of sports? A Punch drawing of a game of lawn tennis, 1883, shows the man in knickerbockers and stockings, the girl in hat, tight bodice, and long, thick, flounced skirt. How, we wonder, did she volley without splitting all her seams and tripping over herself? Golf for ladies, 1873, and a ladies' cricket ...

... DALLETOMANES can now spend much time reading up the art as well as seeing it. Gladys Davidson's Stories of the Ballets (Laurie, 15s.) covers the whole repertoire, with production notes. Peter Noble's British Ballet (Skelton Robinson, 21s.) reviews all outstanding productions, 1939-48, with articles by experts, a Who's Who, and over 90 illustrations. Two beautifully produced art books (Max ...

... : Reviewed by Trevor ^Alleu WHATEVER the limitations on actual travel to-day, there are none on armchair substitutes. about places tumble from the press, and personally I love them, for in prodding the wanderlust they also assuage it-- by proxy. Ann Bridge and Susan Lowndes, jaunt ing off the beaten track in a small car, serve well The Selective Traveller in Portugal (Evans, 21s.), that sunny ...

... Reviewed by Trevor Allen SINCE laughter should ring in the festive season, let us turn first this month to showman Billy Rose of Broadway night life. He seems to have promoted most things in his time. Once he wanted an elephant for a show, and was urged to go to Mr. Charles W. Beall, wild animal trainer as well as vice-president of the Chase National Bank. In addition to his zoo, Mr. Beall had ...

... Reviewed by Trevor Allen I USED to imagine that psy chics were solemn people, but most I have met enjoy a joke, even against themselves. Winifred Graham (Mrs. Theodore Cory) is no exception. In her third volume of memoirs, I Introduce (Skeffington, 16s.) she tells of a dignified dame stepping leisurely into a 'bus. Get in, Ma hurry up, Ma called the conductor. Turning to l\er friend, she ...