The readers of the Personal Column of _The Times_ were lately
refreshed by the following entry:--
"Would the person in the green Tyrolese hat note that though
it may be a custom on his own course to pocket golf-balls on
the fairway, it is not done elsewhere."
For long the Personal Column has been a vehicle for appeal and regret,
for affection and grief, in addition to its other manifold uses; but
as an instrument of admonishment it is fresh. The tragic thing is that
up to the time of going to press the green Tyrolese hat has made no
reply. Either it does not read _The Times_ or it has been rendered
speechless. We were longing for some first-class recriminations.
The new fashion is sure to spread. For example, any morning we are
liable to find this:--
Would the lady (?) in the purple toque note that, though it
may be the thing in her home to disregard the feelings of
others, the abstraction of someone else's chair at a White
Sale at Blankridge's is not the thing.