... fjolin and ddJeier by Douglas Edwards J-O-O-OHN! J-o-o-ohn! The shrill voice soared across the farmyard, past the incubating house, through the wood shed and the carpenter's shop and up the long, chalky hillside. Half-way up the hill was a wooden hut, supported on the lower side by stilts. It was nearly filled with bags of dredge- corn, bran and dried milk, and piles of empty sacks. On top ...

... s By William Emms RUBBISH! barked Pembleton, glaring at the little man who had suggested that bad memory runs in families. You could hardly say, he remarked, catching the eyes of such members as were within range, that absent-mindedness is a trait of my family, yet my nephew Clarence-- Clarence Pembleton, the author-- suffers acutely from this complaint. in fact, he gets so wrapped up in ...

... KINGS' PLAYGROUND The Story of the Gardens of Hampton Court Nineteen years before Wolsey took over the Manor of Hampton, the Wars of the Roses had ended on Bos worth Field and the Tudor Age had begun-- an age marked by a little more serenity than its frowning predecessor; one in which the King's friends busied themselves with con solidating their new positions, and built for themselves fine ...

... SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY Presenting The Edwardian Story Shaw Desmond, that ebullient Anglo- Irish writer who has set his fiction and has lived his life against a wide range of backgrounds, who in an adventurous career has sailed round the Horn, travelled 7,000 miles in Africa, worked in the Fleet Street of Lord Northcliffe, and contested an elec tion against the legendary John Burns, has ...

... By Bridget Chetwynd WELL outside the town, and only about half an hour's walk from our village, alone in the middle of waste land, was the old cemetery. It had not been used for more than half a century. No one went near it and weeds grew thick and tall. It had been much damaged by a load of bombs from a retreating aeroplane during the Blitz, but there had been no repairs. Mausoleums were ...

... HE: I think it 's time we gave another party. SHE: I've only one pair of hands, you know. He Maybe, but I thought of giving just cheeses. She Oh, I see. Yes, that 's an idea Brie, Pont l'Eveque, Camem- bert, Monsieur Fromage, Port du Salut, Tome au Marc de Raisin, Roquefort, Habl6, Vacherin, and so on. He Not and so on at all. One 's got to remember that the average price of the cheeses you ...

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... Put That In Your Pipe Men Are Like Tobacco-- You Can't Eradicate The Bad Things In Their Mixture By Ray Sonin EDGAR MANCRUSE lolled in a vast chair that was like a throne and looked across the large, overheated study at his uncle's house. To the world at large, Uncle Mancruse was the tobacco magnate-- the same Jno. Seymr Mancruse whose signature sprawls across millions of packets of cigarettes ...

... /S tmfSS CQWVWlXi, By R. H. Armstrong IT had escaped the notice of all men for over 150 years, but young Billy Entwistle, who was studying the subject, saw it at once. He probed into a mountain of books in case he had made a mistake. It seemed silly; but, wherever he looked, there it was-- in black and white At last, he took the books along to his father. He opened them at places he had marked ...

... You are one of those rare people, he complimented me, who can make a social occasion of charity. A man of considerable tact. You would have done well, Sir, in the Diplomatic Service. At one time, I told him, and in a minor capacity, I was in the Diplomatic Service. That is why I hazard the guess that you were born a long way from here. Shall we say in I prefer not to be reminded of it, he ...

... i 4 4Jff. }/)iN She saw the things he bought her as savage symbols of success, but as a ivoman she needed something of her own By JEANNE WYLIE AT six-thirty Lobo barked in his run behind the house and Gail woke to find a tousled Sam already awake beside her and contemplating the sky as he always did until his life forces were up to full pressure again and he was ready to fling back the covers ...

... Armstrong G ives Up Smoking He Made The Sacrifice But It Did Not Bring Him Any Profit By Laurence Kirk KENNETH ARMSTRONG eked out his army pen sion by being secretary to a small golf club; and golf club secretaries have a good many enemies. There are things called leatherjackets which destroy the carefully tended grass on the greens by the simple process of eating the roots. Small hints push ...