sexes, Mr. Punch, already in the last year which completes his
fourth score, may be allowed to indulge in an old man's privilege
of retrospect and incidentally to congratulate the ladies on the
wonderful and triumphant progress they have made in instrumental art
since the roaring 'forties. For in the 'forties women, though still
supreme on the lyric stage, had hardly begun to assert themselves as
executants, save on the pianoforte. _Punch_ well remembers LISZT--with
the spelling of whose name he had considerable difficulty--in his
meteoric pianofortitude. But the young WILMA NERUDA, who visited
London in 1849, escaped his benevolent notice. She was then only ten.
It was not until twenty years later that, as Madame NORMAN-NERUDA, she
revisited London, proved that consummate skill could be combined with
admirable grace in a woman-violinist, took her place as a leader of
the quartet at the Monday "Pops," upset the tyranny of the pianoforte
and harp as the only instruments suitable for the young person, and
virtually created the professional woman-violinist. Indeed, she may
be said to have at once made the fiddle fashionable and profitable for
girls.
On its invasion of Mayfair the pencil of DU MAURIER furnishes the best
comment. Before 1869, woman-violinists were only single spies; now
they are to be reckoned in battalions. And they no longer "play the
easiest passages with the greatest difficulty," as was once said of
an incompetent male pianist, but in all departments of technique and
interpretation have fully earned Sir HENRY WOOD'S tribute to their
skill, sincerity and delicacy. When the eminent conductor goes on, in
his catalogue of their excellences, to say, "They do not drink,
and they do not smoke as much as men," he reminds Mr. Punch of two
historic sayings of a famous foreign conductor. The first was uttered
at a rehearsal of the Venusberg music from _Tannhäuser_: "Gentlemen,
you play it as if you were teetotalers--_which you are not_." The
other was his lament over a fine but uncertain wind-instrument player:
"With ---- it is always Quench, Quench, Quench."
Mr. Punch is old-fashioned enough to hope that, whether teetotalers
or not, the ladies will leave trombones and tubas severely alone, and
confine their instrumental energies mainly to the nice conduct of the
leading strings--the aristocrats of the orchestra, the sovereigns of
the chamber concert.
* * * * *
From a butcher's advertisement:--
"SPECIAL PRE-WAR PORK, AND BEEF, SAUSAGES."--_Local Paper._
While all in favour of old-fashioned Christmas fare, here we draw the
line.
* * * * *
"Enough butter to cover 265,000,000 slices of bread was
produced in Manitoba this year. Of 8,250,000,000 pounds
produced, 4,100,000 has been exported."--_Canadian Paper._
Thirty-one pounds of butter to the slice is certainly the most
tempting inducement to Canadian immigration we have yet noticed.
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE INSPIRED MUSICIAN AND THE CHRISTMAS HAM.]
* * * * *
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
_(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)_
I can't help thinking that Mr. H. G. HIBBERT has not chosen altogether
the right name for his second volume of theatrical and Bohemian
gossip, _A Playgoer's Memories_ (GRANT RICHARDS). It is not so
unsophisticated as the title had somehow led me to expect. Indeed
"unsophisticated" is perhaps the last epithet that could justly be
applied to Mr. HIBBERT'S memories. I fancy I had unconsciously been
looking for something more in the style of my own ignorant playgoing.
"How wonderful she was in that scene with the broker's man," or "Do
you remember the opening of the Third Act?" Not thus Mr. HIBBERT. For
him the play itself is far less the thing than a peg upon which
to hang all sorts of tags and bobtails of recollection, financial,
technical and just not scandalous because of the discretion of the
telling. His book is a repository of theatrical information, but the
great part of it of more absorbing concern for the manager's-room or
the stage-door than, say, the dress circle. But I must not be wanting
in gratitude for the entertainment which, for all this carping, I
certainly derived from it. As an expert on stage finance, for example,
to-day and forty years back, Mr. HIBBERT has revelations that may well
cause the least concerned to marvel. And there is an appendix, which
gives a list of Drury Lane pantomimes, with casts, for half a century,
including, of course, the incomparable first one; but that is not
a memory of this world. A book to be kept for odd references in two
senses.
* * * * *
[Illustration: CULPABLE NEGLIGENCE ON THE PART OF AN EDITOR OF AN
ILLUSTRATED PAPER. IMPENDING LIBEL ACTIONS.
CAPTAIN ERIC BLIGHTMAN, WHOSE ENGAGEMENT TO LADY SARAH HUBB HAS JUST
BEEN ANNOUNCED.
BASHER SMITH, EX-HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF STEPNEY, WHO IS TO ACT AS
REFEREE AT THE CORKERY-HACKETT FIGHT ON FRIDAY.]
[Transcriber's Note: The captions were reversed.]
* * * * *
What most interfered with my peace of mind over _The Happy Highways_
(HEINEMANN) was, I think, its almost entire absence of highway, and
the exceedingly unhappy nature of its confused and uncharted lanes.
Indeed, I am wondering now if the title may not have been an instance
of bitter irony on the part of Miss STORM JAMESON. Certainly a more
formless mass of writing never within my experience masqueraded as a
novel. There are ideas and reflections--these last mostly angry and
vaguely socialistic--and here and there glimpses of illusory narrative
about a group of young persons, brothers and a girl-friend, who live
at Herne Hill, attend King's College and talk (oh, but interminably)
the worst pamphlet-talk of the pre-war age. It is, I take it, a
reviewer's job to stifle his boredom and push on resolutely through
the dust to find what good, if any, may be hidden by it. I will admit
therefore some vague interest in the record of how the War hit such
persons as these. Also (to the credit of the author as tale-teller)
she does allow one of the young men to earn a scholarship, and for
no sane reason to depart instantly thereupon before the mast of a
sailing-ship; also another, the central figure, to fall in love
with the girl. The book is in three parts, of which the third is
superfluously specialized as "chaos." Whether Miss JAMESON will yet
write a story I am unable to say; I rather wonder, however, that
Messrs. HEINEMANN did not suggest to her that these heterogeneous
pages would furnish excellent material for the experiment.
* * * * *
I have discovered that Miss PEGGY WEBLING has quite a remarkable
talent for making ordinary places and people seem improbable. She
achieves this in _Comedy Corner_ (HUTCHINSON) by sketching in her
scenery quite competently and then allowing her characters to live
lives, amongst it, so fraught with coincidence, so swayed by the most
unlikely impulses, that a small draper's shop, a West End "Hattery"
and an almshouse for old actresses become the most extraordinary
places on earth, where anything might happen and nobody would be
surprised. _Winnie_, her heroine, behaves more improbably than anyone
else, but she is such a dear little goose that most amiable readers
will be quite glad that she doesn't have to suffer as much as such
geese would if they existed in real life. You can see from this that
it is one of those books that are full of real niceness and goodwill,
and it has besides plenty of plot and lots of interesting characters,
and yet somehow it gives you the feeling of being out of focus. You
read on, expecting every moment that clever Miss WEBLING will give
things a little push in the right direction and make them seem true,
and, while you are reading and hoping, you come to the happy ending.
* * * * *
Should you enter _The Gates of Tien T'ze_ (HODDER AND STOUGHTON) you
will not regret it, but it is possible that you may be--as I was--a
little breathless before the end of this vehement story is reached.
The average tale of criminals and detectives is not apt to move
slowly, but here Mr. LESLIE HOWARD GORDON maintains the speed of a
half-mile relay race. I am not going to reveal his mystery except
to say that _Tien T'ze_ was a Chinese organisation which perpetrated
crimes, and that _Donald Craig_, _Kyrle Durand_--his secretary
(female) and cousin--and _Bruce MacIvor_, superintendent of the
Criminal Investigation Department, were employed in tracking it down
and smashing it to pieces. Never have I met anyone in fiction (let
fact alone) so clever as _Kyrle_ in getting herself and her friends
out of tight places. When _Craig_ and _MacIvor_ were so beset by _Tien
T'ze_ that their last hour seemed to have come I found myself saying,
"It is time for _Kyrle_ to emerge from her machine," and she emerged.
In a novel of this _genre_ it is essential that the excitement should
never fall below fever-heat, but Mr. GORDON'S book does better than
that; its temperature would, I think, burst any ordinary thermometer.
* * * * *
"The Vicar's Study Circle is now engaged in considering the
teaching of what is known as the 'Higher Criticism.' All
interested are invited to attend, whatever sex they may claim
to possess."
--_Parish Magazine._
The Vicar evidently possesses the open mind so necessary for
discussions of this sort.
* * * * *
[Illustration: EPILOGUE]
AS WE SEE OTHERS: A CANDID APPRECIATION OF U.S.A.
The liner _de luxe_ had swung in past Sandy Hook, and the tender had
already come alongside with its mail and Press-gang. There ensued a
furious race to interview the most distinguished passenger, and it
was by the representative of _The Democratic Elevator_, who got
there first, that the Sage, in the very act of recording the emotions
provoked by his first sky-scraper, was _abordé_.
"Mr. Punch, I guess?" said he. "Pleased to meet you, Sir. And what do
you think of the American nation?"
"Shall I tell you now," asked Mr. Punch, "or wait till I've actually
seen it?"
"Right here," said the interviewer, and drew his note-book.
"Well," began Mr. Punch, "I think a good deal of it--I mean, I think a
good deal about it. And it nearly always makes me smile. Of course you
won't understand why it nearly always makes me smile, because we
don't see fun in the same things. You don't appreciate our humour, and
therefore you say that we haven't any. And if we don't appreciate
your humour that proves again that we haven't any. So you'll never
understand why it makes me smile, sometimes gently and sometimes
rather bitterly, to think about your nation; but I'll tell you just
the same.
"In the first place, what you call 'America' is only a small fraction
of the American continent, not even as large as British North America.
And in the second place what you call your 'nation'--well, some rude
person once said of it that it isn't really a nation at all, but just
a picnic. I won't go so far as that, but I hardly suppose you will be
much better pleased if I call it a League of Nations. That is a phrase
that you hate, because your President WILSON loves it.
"By the way, I must be very careful how I speak of your President,
because you're so sensitive on that subject. You allow yourselves to
abuse him as the head of a political party, but if other nations so
much as question his omniscience he suddenly becomes the Head of
a Sovereign State. An English Cabinet Minister once told me how an
American gave vent in conversation to the most violent language in
regard to the policy of the President of the day, and when at the end
the Englishman very quietly said, 'I am inclined to agree with you,'
the American turned on him in a fury, saying: 'Sir, I didn't come here
to have my country insulted!'
"However, to return to your League of Nations. In England (where I
come from) they are just now reviving a play by Mr. ISRAEL ZANGWILL,
in which, if I recall it rightly, he makes out your country to be the
Melting Pot into which every sort of fancy alien type is thrown, and
turned out a pattern American citizen, a member of a United Family. I
wish I could believe it. It seems to us that your German, even after
passing through the Melting Pot, remains a German; that your Irishman,
however much he Americanises himself for purposes of political power
and graft, remains an Irishman. You never seem to get together as a
nation, except when you go to war, and even then you don't keep it
up, for you're not together now, although you're still at war with
Germany. The rest of the time you seem to spend in having Elections
and 'placating' (I think that's what you call it) the German interest,
or the negro interest, or the Sinn Fein interest.
"And this brings me to the point that makes me smile most of all--when
it doesn't make me weep. Isn't it a pathetic thing that a really great
and strong people like you should be so weak and little as to let your
Press sympathise blatantly with the campaign of murder in Ireland; to
suffer that campaign to be actively assisted by American gunmen; to
look on while it is being financed by American money, here employed in
conjunction with the resources of that very Bolshevism which you take
care to treat as criminal in your own country?
"Isn't it pitiful that you should regard reprisals (hateful though
they may be) as worse than the hideous murders which provoked them;
forgetting your own addiction to lynch law; forgetting too (as some
of our own people forget) that the sanctity of the law depends as much
upon the goodwill and assistance of the populace as it does upon the
police, and cannot else be maintained?
"Indeed your memory is not very good. Your Monroe Doctrine, which
insists that nobody from outside shall interfere with your affairs,
escapes you whenever you want to interfere with other people's. You
even forget, at convenient times, your own Civil War. Just as there
was not a protest made by you against the methods of our blockade of
Germany for which an answer could not be found in some precedent set
by you in that War of North and South, so now the best answer to your
sympathy with the preposterous claims of an Irish Republic is to be
found in those four years in which you fought so bloodily to preserve
the integrity of your own Union.
"Yet you let men like DE VALERA go at large proclaiming the brutal
tyranny of the alien Saxon and advertising his country as a Sovereign
State--all because you have to 'placate' the Irish interest. I should
very much like to hear what you would think of us if at our Elections
we ran an Anti-You campaign and even made Intervention a plank in our
platform (as one of your Parties did) for the sake of 'placating' the
niggers or the Cubans or the Filipinos or any other sort of Dago in
our midst.
"Of course we are told--and of course I believe it--that the 'best'
American sentiment is all right. But, if so, it must be cherished by a
very select few, or they would never tolerate a condition of things so
rotten that, unless your coming President finds some cure for it, you
are like to become the laughing-stock of Europe. I am almost tempted
to go into the Melting Pot myself and show you, as none but an
American citizen would ever be allowed to show you, how it is to be
done. Unfortunately I am too busy elsewhere, putting my own country
right.
"But to conclude--for I see that we are drawing close to the
landing-stage--I do hope that in my desire to be genial I have not
been too flattering. No true friend ever flatters. And in my heart,
which has some of our common blood in it (notoriously thicker than
water), I cannot help loving your country, and would love it better
still if only it gave me a better chance. Indeed, I belong at home to
a Society for the Promotion of Anglo-American Friendship. More than
that"--and here the Sage was seen to probe into a voluminous and
bulging breast-pocket--"I have brought with me a token of affection
designed to stimulate a mutual cordiality."
"_Not_ a flask of whisky?" exclaimed the representative of _The
Democratic Elevator_, suddenly moved to animation.
"No, not that, not that, my child," said Mr. Punch, "but something
far, far better for you; something that gives you, among other less
serious matter, a record of the way in which we in England, with
private troubles of our own no easier than yours to bear, and
exhausted with twice as many years of sacrifice in the War of Liberty
(whose colossal effigy I have just had the pleasure to remark), still
try to play an honourable part in that society of nations from which
you have apparently resolved, for your better ease and comfort, to cut
yourselves off. Be good enough to accept, in the spirit of benevolence
in which I offer it, this copy of my
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINTH VOLUME."
[Illustration]
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[Illustration: Index]
CARTOONS.
PARTRIDGE, BERNARD
Aladdin and the Miner's Lamp 311
Bad for the Bull 51
Cap of Liberty: Le Dernier Cri 191
Close Corporation (A) 351
Economists (The) 471
Experts (The) 291
Folly of Athens (The) 411
German Invasion (A) 431
Great Repudiation (The) 231
"House"-Breaker (The) 151
If Winston Set the Fashion-- 111
League of Youth (The) 91
Micawber and Son 511
Moral Suasion 71
Prince Comes Home (The) 271
Problem (The) 131
Road to Economy (The) 451
Salvage 251
Scales of Justice (The) 331
Session of Common Sense (A) 171
Shrine of Honour (The) 371
Snowed Under 211
Verdun 491
Worth a Trial 391
RAVEN-HILL, L.
Abysmalists (The) 383
Balm for the Sick Man 423
Blue Ribbon of the Sea (The) 83
Boblet (The) 463
Encourage Home Industries 363
Evil Communications 43
Good Fairy Georgina (The) 503
Iconoclast (The) 123
I. O. U. 11
Labor Omnia Vincit 443
Last Straw (The) 403
"Lion of Lucerne (The)" 143
Our Parish Church 31
Our Village Sign 343
Out of the Frying-Pan 183
Polish Hug (The) 283
Prospective Jonah? (A) 263
Public Benefactor (The) 203
Real Music (The) 103
Resources of Civilisation (The) 303
Road to Ruin (The) 163
Sing a Song of Drachmas 483
Tartarin dans les Indes 243
Too-Free Country (A) 323
REYNOLDS, FRANK
Under a Cloud (with a Golden Lining) 223
TOWNSEND, F. H.
L'Enfant Terrible 3
Sea-view of the Situation (A) 63
Subject to Revision 23
ARTICLES.
ALLEN, INGLIS
Difference of Class (A) 208
ANDERSON, MISS E. V. M.
Mudford Blight (The) 188
ARMSTRONG, H.
Working for Peace 330
BELL, NEIL
Cage (The) 349
BIDDULPH, MISS VIOLET
In Defence of Dorothy 102
BIRD, A. W.
Cricket Mannerism (A) 22
Edward and the B.O.F. 98
Fine Old Fruity (The) 490
Stuttfield and the Reds 374
Twenty Years On 55
BLAIKLEY, MISS E. L.
Pamela's Alphabet 270
BRETHERTON, CYRIL
Charivaria weekly
To Isis 76
Vignettes of Scottish Sport 458
BROWN, C. L. M.
Our Invincible Navy 362
BROWN, HILTON
Blue Mountains (The) 136
Nimrod 195
Santamingoes 24
BRYANT, A. W. M.
Kings and Queens 224
BUDGEN, C. G.
Language for Logic (The) 422
CAMERON, C. F.
Taxation of Virtue (The) 214
CASSON, C. R.
Eve Victorious 466
Humourist (The) 488
Light Fantastic (The) 366
Word Chains 28
CHALMERS, P. R.
Kelpie (The) 149
Visionary (The) 124
CHANDLER, MISS B. W.
Coup for _The Daily Trail_ (A) 182
Our Pastoral 36
CLARK, DUDLEY
Badly Synged 82
CROSS, W. H.
Cures for Insomnia 470
DARMADY, E. S.
Peculiar Case of Toller (The) 75
DARMADY, E. S. & J.
Human City and Suburban (The) 184
Superfection Laundry (The) 342
DAVIES, MISS S. M.
Prodigies (The) 202
Sources of Laughter 385
DYER, A. E. R.
Knell of the Navy (The) 246
Passing of Alfred (The) 298
EASTWOOD, CAPTAIN
Rabbits' Game (The) 144
ECKERSLEY, ARTHUR
Squatters 105
FARROW, R. S.
New Journalism (The) 370
FAY, S. J.
Authorship for All 46, 66
Dissimulation of Suzanne 176
My Right-Hand Man 234
Sayings of Barbara (The) 388
FOX-SMITH, MISS C.
All Sorts 46
Nitrates 86
Ship in a Bottle (A) 230
Yarns 390
FRANKLIN, BERNARD
Ballad of the Early Worm (A) 265
FYLEMAN, MISS ROSE
Check by the Queen 306
Consolation 264
Fairy Tailor (The) 482
Queen's Counsel 88
Rainy Morning 253
Wedding Presents 186
GARLAND, A. P.
Patient's Library (The) 118
Place of the Trombone in the Band (The) 428
Romance of Book-making (The) 2
Timon 1
GARSTIN, CROSBIE
Barrel of Beef (The) 456
Down Channel 77
Fair (The) 110
Letter to the Back-Blocks 324
Old Woman's House Rock, Scilly 213
Our Heavy-Waits 464
Reefs (The) 30
Spanish Ledges 237
GILLMAN, W. H.
Counter-Irritant (The) 108
Headlining 318
Very Personal 255
GOODHART, MRS. H.
Logs to Burn 337
GRAVES, C. L.
Between Two Stools 226
British Tarpon (The) 198
Changes in Club-Land 130
Cry of the Adult Author (The) 345
Cures Worth Making 38
Fashion and Physique 210
Footnote to the "Bab Ballads" 408
From Spa and Shore 122
Happy Gardener (The) 398
Mixed Meteorological Maxims 269
New Utopia (The) 366
Our Lucky Dippers 442
Our Natural History Column 69
Prawling's Theory 316
Puss at the Palace 490
Revival of the Fittest (The) 116
Revival of Ollendorff 335
Revolt of Youth (The) 168
St. Cecilia of Cremona 514
State and the Screen (The) 50
To Certain Cautious Prophets 256
To General Oi 198
Tragedy of Reaction (A) 19
Two Studies in Musical Criticism 276
When and If 289
GREENLAND, GEORGE
Miriam's Two Babies 254
HARWOOD, A. C.
How to Build a House 176
HASELDEN, PERCY
Old Beer Flagon (The) 358
HERBERT, A. P.
Art of Poetry (The) 164
Autobiography Shocker (The) 313
Contemporary Folksongs 384
Criminal Type (A) 62
Euclid in Real Life 346
Foul Game (A) 495
Grasshopper (The) 42
Happy Hoots (The) 502
Heart of Mine 88
If They were at School 408
Korban Bath (The) 288
Little Bits of London 468
Little Horse (The) 26
Mystery (The) 126
Mystery of the Apple-pie Beds 268
New Rhymes for Old Children 186, 215, 234, 244, 295, 306, 329, 350,
365, 416, 426, 455, 475, 485, 510
On with the Dance 6
Private Film (The) 338
Seven Whitebait 206
Spider (The) 116
Thoughts on _The Times_ 148
White Spat (The) 448
HEYER, GEORGE
Rhymes of the Underground 95, 115, 176, 193
HODGKINSON, T.
Best Laid Schemes (The) 66
Devoted Lover (The) 270
First Love and Last 146
Home from Home (A) 225
Love's Handicap 318
_Mens Conscia Mali_ 106
Ministering Angel (The) 85
Note on the Drama (A) 450
Sartorial Tragedy (A) 398
Vanished Glory 7
Warning from the Sky (A) 513
HOLMES, CAPT. W. K.
Ben and the Boot (The) 233
Territorial (The) 137
To James in the Bath 250
Victim of Fashion (A) 96
HOLT, E. C.
Songs of an Ovalite 45
JACKSON, LIEUT. GERALD, R.N.
Difficult Case (A) 410
JAGGER, ARTHUR
Elfin Tennis 405
_Rara Avis_ 182
Westward Ho! 169
JAY, THOMAS
Charivaria weekly
Questions 449
JENKINS, ERNEST
Barker that Missed Fire (The) 510
Downing of the Pen (The) 354
Improving "Hansard" 434
My Dromedary 78
Premier's Metaphors (The) 386
Should Millionaires read Homer? 58
Shrimp Test (The) 253
Solving the Holiday Fare Problem 81
When Charl. comes over 18
KIDD, ARTHUR
Another War to End War 175
More Secret History 326
Our "Promised" Land 429
Passing of the Cradle (The) 205
KILPATRICK, MRS.
Elizabeth Goes on Holiday 64
Elizabeth Goes to the Sales 4
Elizabeth Outwitted 284
Elizabeth's Christmas 504
Ernest Experiments 315
Hard Times for Heroines 146
KING, P. J.
Ministry for Heroes (The) 294
KITCHIN, HARCOURT
My Rat 25
KNOX, E. V.
About Conferences 326
About Golf 462
Coal Cup (The) 204
Converted Castles 48
D'Annunzio Dialogue (A) 406
George, Jane and Lenin 153
Gone Away! 302
Handy Man (The) 228
Harding and Cox 37
I remember--I remember 70
Maybirds 506
Miners' Opera (The) 262
More Pay for M.P.s 438
My Apologia 377
On Running Down to Brighton 190
Priscilla Paints 18
Priscilla Plays Fairies 446
Proof Positive 344
Sand Sports 170
September in My Garden 244
Squish 106
Taffy the Fox 486
Thoughts in a Cold Snap 484
Unauthentic Impressions 364, 382, 404, 424, 444
Ways and Means 68
Yet One More Plan for Ireland 282
LAMBURN, MISS R. C.
Anniversary (The) 118
Birthday Present (The) 94
Strike in Fairyland (A) 356
Way Out of the Present Unrest 238
LANGLEY, F. O.
Boot Mystery (The) 414
Conspirators (The) 248, 266, 286, 308, 328, 348
Genf and the League of Nations 368
King's Messenger (The) 8
Lucerne 154
Mountain and the Prophets (The) 476
Movement in the Money Market 189
Story about a Clock (A) 38
LEWIS, M. A.
Tragedy in Birdland (A) 395
Transmigration of Bowles (The) 128
_Vade Mecums_ 96
LEYS, MISS H. M.
Flowers' Names 57, 78, 90, 104, 122, 145, 198, 206, 229, 273, 298
LOCKER, W. A.
Essence of Parliament weekly during Session
LUCAS, E. V.
Among the Pedestals 122
Brown Lady (The) 430
Buckler's 76
Cabman and the Coin (The) 246
Cynosure (The) 397
Dining Gladiator (The) 304, 322
Down-our-Court Circular 117
End of the Season (The) 194
For Ourselves Alone 296
Honours Easy 274
If We All Took to Margotry 142
Letters I never Post (The) 416
Letters I never Posted 508
More Margobiography 102
Mother-in-law Mystery (The) 376
Other Half (The) 476
Philosophers 22
Points of View 56
Privileges of Margotism (The) 166
Ring in the Old 358
Succulent Comedians (The) 84
"Suggestions" 496
That Tea Interval 216
Three Exceptional Men 15
Wire and Barbed Wire 226
MARTIN, N. R.
Sniper (The) 406
Tips for Uncles 49
MAY, H. R. D.
Whiff of the Briny (A) 162
MORRISON, A. C. L.
Language Difficulty (The) 218
NORRISS, CECIL
Charivaria weekly
NOTT-BOWER, W. G.
"G.B.R.L." 435
OGILVIE, W. H.
Opening Run (The) 357
PENNEY, F. G.
To a Clerical Golfing Friend 455
PHELPS, S. K.
Ministry of Ancestry (The) 222
Pigs 258
PLATT, F. W.
Wail of the Wasp (The) 238
PLUMBE, C. C.
Roses all the Way 86
PRESTON-TEWART, A.
Bridge Conventions 242
RICHARDSON, R. J.
Cubbin' thro' the Rye 266
Headgear for Heroes 229
Room at the Back (The) 174
Scene at the Club (A) 74