3. Setting a springe for rabbits.

4. Delivering letters, because the postman doesn't like walking up the

hill.

Now I maintain that there would be insuperable difficulties in making

George carry out all these various activities under the lash. Anyone, I

suppose, under a properly constituted Soviet _régime_ might be detailed as

George Harrison's lasher, Mr. SMILLIE, Mr. G.K. CHESTERTON, Lord CURZON,

Mr. CLYNES or the Duke of NORTHUMBERLAND. Can you imagine Mr. CHESTERTON

walking about on guard duty in a rabbit warren while George Harrison set

springes in accordance with the principles laid down by the Third

Internationale for rabbit-snaring? or the Duke of NORTHUMBERLAND standing

in gum-boots in the middle of a stream and flicking George Harrison about

the trousers if he didn't rake out old tin cans at forty to the minute as

laid down by the Moscow Code? Now I ask you.

And then there is this half a herring and boiled bird-seed arrangement.

George Harrison has a sister of eighteen who kindly comes in to do cooking

and housework for us every day. She thinks us frightfully queer, and if we

bought some herrings and bird-seed and asked her to cook them for us I have

no doubt she would oblige, but, though she doesn't much care what we eat,

there are a lot of things she doesn't eat herself, and fish is one of them.

Porridge, which, I suppose, is a kind of bird-seed, is another.

Not that Jane calls it eating, by the way. She calls it "touching," and

there are any number of things that she doesn't fancy touching. She will

touch enormous platefuls of bacon or sausages or almost any derivative of

the domestic pig, and the same applies to puddings and cake. But beef and

mutton she does not touch, nor margarine, and we have to be almost as

careful that Jane Harrison has plenty of the right things to touch as about

the whole of the rest of the family.

Now here again I think it would be quite possible to induce the people of

England in our large industrial centres to ration themselves on boiled

herring and bird-seed. We should not use those names, of course. The

advertisements on the hoardings would say:--

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