... Being, the lucubrations of your most obedient scribe, Mr. Gordon Beckles THERE was talk of getting away for some fresh air for the week-end, possibly to a selected spot high on the Chilterns, with the Sussex Downs running a close second. The land of the Chilterns has always seemed to me the wildest stretch of country near London, perhaps because of its lofty remoteness. Although there are ...

... fiW Mirucv M^nchtnuri TO call Yvonne Printemps and Pierre Fresnay in The Paris Waltz (Rialto) older and wiser than any of the other characters in the week's films is a compliment not intended as back-handed. Certainly Madame Printemps no longer looks exactly like the boy Mozart who capti vated London and Paris twenty-three years ago in Sacha Guitry's tender little play with music by Reynaldo ...

... SOME PORTRAITS IN PRINT Beina the lucubrations of your most obedient scribe, Mr. Gordon Beckles THE London club became in the nineteenth century a symbol of a society in which man was the happy dictator. The club was a place sacred to man. It was a refuge first from thoughts of domesticity, and then, as the years passed, from invading woman herself. Viewing the landscape between Pall Mall and ...

... THE YOUNG ENTR Y SHOWS PROMISE HINTING NOTES Holiday meets of the Lincolnshire packs proved as popular as ever, and in glorious weather exceptionally large crowds attended the traditional trysts. The same can be said of the Hunt pony club fixtures, an equally attractive feature of the countryside. At these holiday meets the mounted field mainly consisted of young foxhunters, who have shown ...

... t a 1>. It. Wjlidham Lewis Giving the girls reasonable time to get their hair done and their stockings up, Auntie Times has thoughtfully announced, six months in advance, that the Liberal Summer School will be held next August, at Oxford. Thus glamour rules to-day as in the 1880's, when Oscar Wilde revealed that all-too-brief glimpse of a typical Liberal Summer School as Giorgione painted it. ...

... ALFRED HITCH COCK'S produc tion of Dial M for Murder breaks every canon of the motion picture. It rarely moves outside the one set-- the living room of a flat --which contained the stage play. There are long sessions of dialogue which be long rather to the stage or TV screen, and the action is practically motion less. Yet it makes an excellent, entertaining film. The only use Hitchcock makes ...

... Dim OF A LADY OF LIMITED LEISURE STILL struggling with husband's new diet. It shouldn't be a struggle, really, seeing that chief ingredients of diet are simple, ordinary food. Snag is that due to highbrow education about cookery, dislike simple, ordin ary food and tend to make household's favourites consist of things stuffed with rice, fried in butter or olive oil, heavily garnished with ...

... Roll Up Carve Up By T. A. LAYTON THE days of the family joint are with us again. But is there not a lost genera tion who have never known the art of carving. Let's face it; this is a man's job. True, the woman can often do it better than the male, but somehow you always feel that it isn't her place to do so, any more than it is hers to buy, decant or pour the wine. The word carve comes from ...

... Where to spend Christmas away JOHN BAKER WHITE'S GOOD-EATING GUIDE IF YOU ARE GOING AWAY FOR Christmas, here are some suggested places at which to stay. Lincoln, Britain's equivalent of Carcassonne, has in the White Hart (Lincoln 20) one of the best hotels of any county town. A warm, comfortable house with good food, a newly-decorated dining room, and courteous staff, it stands in Bailgate, in ...

... GRIN AND BEAR IT By HARCOURT HARCOURT ...

... D. B. Wyndham Lewis A NEWSPAPEER photograph of an English Rose kissing a horse at a gymkhana was chiefly interesting on account of the expression on the horse's face, recalling precisely the expression of a County cricketer in the same distasteful situation. Maybe this resemblance occurred later to the sweetheart herself and appalled her. Oddly enough a French runner in the late Derby looked ...

... D. B. Wyndham Lewis SHE is not a real squaw, one of Fleet Street's caption-experts hurriedly explained under a photograph of the daintiest imaginable little Nordic blonde smiling shyly at the Paleface from under a big Red Indian war-headdress. To clinch it he added that she came from Newcast!e-on-Tyne. This may fool you sahibs, but hardly satisfies the natural scepticism of this department. ...