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2 THE OBSERVER, SUNDAY, APRIL 21, 1946 THEATRE AND LIFE THE By C. A. FILMS LEJEVNE 'Radio By W. E. WILLIAMS TF there were a Nobel Prize for broadcasting it should go, first of all, to Dorothy Savers in recognition of The Man Born to be King." One of the ironies we listeners endure is that after being fed all the year round on the inter-denominational gruel By MAURICE COLLIS "TPHE Tate was reopened by Mr.

Bevin on April 10. One first enters the room containing the French paintings from Daumier to the early Picasso, which belong to the permanent collection. To see them again after so long an interval is to see them in a wider perspective. One is struck, for instance, by the fact that most are executed in the spontaneous, assured, and natural manner, which has been characteristic in the past of the areatest I 1 lives on the lllij LAND! The Open Air By SIR W. BEACH THOMAS rpHE murmuring of innumerable bees," which grows perceptibly towards noon as the songs of the birds fade out, has not this April been a vain promise.

When the roofs of the three hives were opened on the day the cuckoo was heard, all the swarms were adjudged to be strong," and some 30,000 bees may be strictly called innumerable or beyond our counting. They had also been surprisingly active, and it was high time, as their cell-building efforts demonstrated, to fix. an upper chamber of cells. We have; been urged by many authorities to be more wholly beermiiided than in the past; and the advice.has hot been in vain. It is, for (example, evidence ol the response ot supply to demand that three -beeSbooks have already appeared this spring, one of them full of evidence of the advance in scientific knowledge.

Indeed, Mr. Howes, who deals with bee-visited 'flowers, as becomes a member of Kew Gardens, breaks ground that will be-quite new even to professional bee-keepers; and the relation of the bee to the flower most surely whets our curiosity; and it has yielded the newest discoveries. Whence did these bees, who have just been given more store-room, gather all the produce that already loaded the hives at this early season? They bring in, of course, double loads, packing pollen into the panniers on their back legs, while they are also emptying nectaries. Most insects, butterflies, for example, with their very long prqbosces, seek only nectar. Pollen and Protein The tees want both, especially pollen in the earlier part of the year, for, just as most young birds must have insect food, if they are to flourish, so bee-grubs must have pollen, which is rich in protein as honey is poor.

Pollen, indeed, belongs almost to a kingdom of its own. The thousands upon thousands of invisible granules that may be contained in one flower take every sort of quaint shape, like snow crystals, but are lively, almost as if they had animal life. This double search of the hive bee is not the only reason why they are supreme agents in fertilising flowers. Early in the year insects are few. The roystering buccaneering bumble bees, which come second to them in the acts of fertilisation, are single queens, till they have hatched out their eggs.

The hive bees alone survive in multitude and alone are able to supply the quantity of labour needed for fructifying of the early blossoms. They are, perhaps, most necessary in England in the cherry orchards, as Kent growers know well, sometimes even taking the trouble and expense of importing skeps from Holland. The supreme specialists, who can taste the various flowers, in honey, and infer its origin by taste as well as colour, aver that there is no so delicate in flavour as that collected by bees on the chalk hills and downs which run diagonally across Southern England, especi except Miss Hayworth. The second hour of Gilda is still handsome, from the technical point of view, but it degenerates from good gangster drama into a star vehicle with hip-wobble. Johnny shows his devotion to the boss's interests by scowling at the boss's wife, snarling at her, slapping her across the face, and eventually, when he thinks the boss has committed suicide on account of he and Gilda" (see Synopsis), he marries the girl in order to humiliate her.

All this Gilda, fortified by her costumier and hairdresser, takes in good part; and even, at the last, manages to -convince Johnny that she has married the tungsten tycoon and carried on with half the men in South America out of the purest love for him, without ever rubbing the bloom from her maiden innocence. There NEVER was a Woman like Gilda! cry the owners of this picture. Blimey! there never was. SUBURBS AND PROVINCES The Corn is Green. Bette Davis and Broadway actor John Dall in Emlyn Williams's moving play about the schoolmistress who finds a rare mind in a lad from the Welsh pits It strikes a false note here and there, but remains, in the main, a fine adult picture.

Ths Captive Heart Michael Redgrave, Jack Warner, and a good cast in a brave attempt, which doesn'i quite come off, to study the lives and emotions of British soldiers in a German prison camp. Most successful when it is most simple, the film is weakened by an artificial story about a Czech officer on the run. Still, I think you should see it. The Bandit of Sherwood Forest-Robin Hood and his Merry Cowboys turn history into a glorious Technicolor rodeo, though possibly love holds up the programme too much for those who would enjoy it most. With Cornel Wilde and Anita Louise.

Our Hearts Were Growing Up. About this successor to Our Hearts Were Young and Gay There is only one thing to say. It's a good thing our hearts were growing up oecause Nothing else was. Easter Day By MARGARET WILLY AfHAT is this fiery wind which twists the trees In writhing shapes across the sullen light? Why does each dove shroud head in wing, and these Huge, quaking stones shatter the sleep of night; The fox pant in his hole, and groan- tng earth. Convulsive, tremble with the pangs of birth? Now th3 great calm: only the cold dew gleams On dusky olives, and a drowsy bird Half-wakingt twitters, while dawn's shivering beams Pick out dim farms where faint, shrill cocks are heard.

How should they know, the mortal men still sleeping Save two alone, their sunrise vigil keeping Last night the winter fled, and, this quiet morn, Spring from a chilly sepulchre i born? TREWIN The Long Mirror has at least nothing to do with the tick-tack of stage routine. But it comes uneasily to the theatre: it is an experiment gone awry that is probably better to read than to see. The performance at the New Lindsey Theatre Club is too intense: the produter has not secured enough variation in mood, and although Miss Joan Miller manages to establish the remoteness of Branwen. we feel that (unlike Bunthorne) she must be yearning at times for the Multiplication Table, and meeting only the Indefinable We sympathised on Monday with the bewilderment of old Mrs. Tenbury.

so comfortably embodied by Miss Margaret Scuda-more and so unkindly sent off the stage for two acts to play an endless game of bezique. The Priestley who wrote Three Men In New Suits might applaud the sentiments of Exercise Bowler," the Reunion Theatre Association's play at the Arts. For two acls its authors, who call themselves 11 T. use the flash-and-snapshot method, first to discredit civilian cliches about Army life, and then to show their Soldiers Three groping through the peace, seeking a way, and straying from the way." The third act changes to plain allegory. It ft) all forcible and intelligent, and the authors are lucky to have Mr.

Torin Thatcher as the toughest of the trio, Mr. Martin Bradley as the Little Man, and Mr. William Fox as an idealist without the courage of his ideals. Mr. Mark Dignam, as the power of Evil, finds a good voice, now dagger-sharp, now like the hot drip of sealmg-wax.

Reunion has a sound evening here. But is it not time to leave brave new world to its proper place? The phrase has become sadly rubbed last night, at Stratford-upon-Avon, it was pleasant to meet it again in its true context. At the close of a brilliant April day the Stratford-upon-Avon curtain rose upon The Tempest, We see loo little of this lovely vision written, some claim as an Epithalamium for the English Princess who became Elizabeth of Bohemia. The island on which it is laid is more fantastic than Bohemia's sea-coast: too often producers have failed to translate this magic to the stage and to set us afloat on this tide of sound and sweet airs. It cannot be said that Mr.

Eric Crozier has altogether succeeded; but although the evening began with an implausible tempest and was haunted throughout by uncertainties of stage mechanics, his production grew in power. Fortunately Mr. Robert Harris presents Prospero, not as a he-ancient, but as a man of middle-girth and serene nobility. The great valedictory speeches have their full glory of sound and meaning The casting of Master David O'Brien as Ariel is a challenge: we lose the poetry but we gain an Ariel of eager buoy-ance who is never criticised (The songs, alas, have to be heard offstage on records The Caliban of Mr. Julian Somers is sonorous and shambling and the rest of the play is performed with a competence that will grow to something more.

A last word for Mr. Paul Shelving and the lustre of the masque. of 1 In 1939 the I nited Kingdom had 5,000 fetcer agTirultural holdings under crops and grass than in the preceding year but who knrw or cared? Only when Hitler's blockade closed in on us did we realise almost too late that before the townn can buy food the land must grow it. The need in peace is as great as the need in war. If we gTdw our own food we can afford to import the raw materials for our industries.

So that even though our work seems to have no connection with seedtime or harvest, it is still literally true that every townsman "lives" on the land No. 7 of a moriem put out by FISOPfS Ltd. to help fotr the prosperity of our country. Tek STILL HARD TO GET BECAUSE IT'S STILL THE BEST The toothbrush you can trust BRISTLES Plus Purchase Tax 5d. NYLON 16 Plus Purchtse Tax 4d.

Mad and guaranlttd by JOHNSON JOHNSON tGt, Britain) Limitta, Slough Gargravt THE film of the week is Fric-Frac, the new French comedy at the Academy, with three magnificent drolls, Fernandel, Michel Simon, and Arletty. The title is thieves' argot for cracking a crib, and the story tells how a proper young bourgeois, an assistant to a jeweller, is given an all-round education in petty crime by a couple of individuals he meets at the races. Fric-Frac is utterly shameless, completely absurd, and entirely delightful; with individual scenes that ought to become textbook classics, and acting it is worth going miles to see. Gilda, the new Hollywood film at the New Gallery and Tivoli, has clearly been confected to prove that Rita Hayworth is an actress, too. Lest the proof should seem inadequate.

Miss Hayworth's producers have taken other precautions. They have photographed her lusciously, with painted lips slightly parted; roguishly, with hair tumbling over one eye; and importantly, that is to say, in black satin with elbow-length gloves and a long cigarette holder. They have dressed her in clinging gowns that start from below the armpits, and end in slinky skirts that make her look like an animated pear-drop from the waist downwards. They have also permitted her two songs and a dance, all of them sufficiently banal. The film that goes with this decor begins with a high promise of excitement, well-chosen camera angles, and some unusually intelligent direction.

Gilda is a young woman who has been associated, before the picture opens, with a gambler called Johnny, but has left him in a rage and married a scoundrel who is slightly mad, loves her to desperation, and controls the world's supply of tungsten. As a sideline, the tungsten tycoon runs a fashionable gambling club in Buenos Ayres, and here Gilda finds Johnny again, installed as manager and devoted to the boss's interests. Up to this point, the picturf has been going along splendidly, with George Macready as the smooth, big gambler, and Glenn Ford as the tough little one, turning in very pretty studies in major ajid minor roguery. For an hour or so the spectator has been sufficiently beguiled by the prevailing air of mystery to sit reasonably far forward in his seat and wonder what is going to happen. But about this time he may begin to have a nasty suspicion, subsequently confirmed, that nothing is going to happen Bridge By S.

J. SIMON IS it ethical for a player to think for half an hour and then say, "No Theoretically the answer is yes. The section on Proprieties in. the Laws includes in its condemnations: Making a call with undue delay which may result in conveying improper information to partner. But, in practice, this is merely a chuck by the section.

As the words stand at present they demand that a player, who has not yet bid, must never ponder and pass and so tell his artner that heholds cards worth thinking about. Which, on occasions, is a deliberate demand for bad bridge. Suppose you are sitting with a nice minimum opening bid like and are planning to open with One Heart when the dealer, on your right, meanly jumps in with "Three Spades." Your correct procedure now, beyond all argument, is to pass. But if you can now pass in a twinkling you're a better man than I am. Personally, I need time to overcome my annoyance, adjust myself to the new conditions, and come to the conclusion that it is better to go quietly.

But having taken this time the proprieties now require me to bid. Which means in effect that the proprieties are requiring me to make what I know to be a bad bid. Which is absurd. Competitive bridge players in England have found their own solution. We permit the informative trance because we realise there are times when it is unavoidable.

But we expect the partner of the trancer not only to forgo the advantage of any improper information he may have gamed through it, but, in close decisions, to penalise himself because of it. For instance, in the above example, the Three Spade bid is passed round to your partner who holds: Normally he might be tempted to nutter Four Hearts which, from his point of view, might come off or might come a crash. But if you've tranced he is, at least, partially insured and should therefore refrain from making the bid. Improve his Hearts to and Four Hearts is, in my opinion, in order whether you've tranced or not. For there must be limits to which a trancing player can penalise his partner, and so long as the latter is satisfied in his conscience that he would have made the bid in any case he should go ahead and make it.

Elastic consciences are beside the point. As the great majority of players do their best to play ethically, this is the fairest practical solution. masters of oil paint. When they nrst Degan to be exhibited in the second half of the last century they, startled, not so much bv their colour, which was brighter than the taste of the day allowed, as by this spontaneity, so' much more marKea than in the paintings then in favour. But this liveliness of spirit and brush was, in fact, wholly traditional, though only the masters had been able to manage it.

Exceptions All the French paintings here; however, are not handled in this way. One does not detect it in Mbdigliani's "Le Petit Paysan its absence in Utrillo suggests he had but a minor temperament; and Seurat's famous "Baignade" looks like a calculated experiment, an essay in composition and controlled texture, ushering in the aftermath of the great period, when artists with less natural endowment fell back on devices, theories, and willed novelties, thereby winning attention for work whose content was rather intellectual than rhapsodic. With these reflections in mind 1 passed through the ante-chamber, with its special collection of Cezanne watercolours, which would require for their elucidation a separate article, and arrived at the Rouault-Braque joint exhibition, organised by the British Council and certain French societies. It was evident at once how Rouault took his place beside the great spontaneous masters, the men who were not guided by taste, calculation, and device so. much as driven by the bursting "ip of a vision.

His paint, and the way it was thrown about, had all the mystery, the mantic force, of a voice coming from one knows not whence. Braque, on the other hand, seemed the great -protagonist of painting as an. arrangement rather than as a revelation. We derive a certain pleasure from arrangements. Design works on us in a curious way.

We experience a tingle when perceiving what are known in the current jargon as plastic affinities. But the solution of such problems is pleasing in ttie way games and puzzles will please. Nevertheless, Braque has given us what he could. He found a way of expressing exactly his main interest, which was not in feeling but in contrivance, and he has produced forms so piquantly set in their relations that a mystery is hinted at, but it is a mathematical one. Private Collection In the next room is the Massey collection, which is to become the property of the Dominion of Canada.

It is confined to English painters, from Steer and Sickert to the present day. A private collection is always interesting to inspect. A real connoisseur will generally assemble better paintings for himself than a committee can do for a public gallery. But the Massey collection is not a connoisseur's. The quality is not sufficiently even, nor does it contain any surprises, those pictures by young and as yet unestablished, but excellent, artists, whose day is to-morrow, and in whose early detection the connoisseur proves his discernment.

In some cases, however, first-class examples have been secured, for instance, of Paul Nash, Conder, John, Frances Hodgkins, Christopher Wood, William Nicholson, and Matthew Smith, But always the choice is not so happy, and a few artists are included whose place could more profitably have been given to others. CAN YOU SAY By JOHN COURTENAY 1. Where is (a) Hugh Town; b) Jamestown; (c) Fredericton? 2. What is a hamadryad? 3 What was the name of Hamlet's father? 4. Who wrote (a) The Grand Duke; (b) The Marquise; (c) Lord and Lady Algy? 5.

Who said Who reads an American book, or goes to an American play, or looks at an American picture or statue (Answers on page 5) Saying of the Week Urcrra has enough facts, but the people cannot eat facts." Mr. Herbert Lehman. The Royal Hospital in Chelsea was established 1 believe on the recommendation of a Miss Cfflyn, but the theory that it was built up of profits from the orange business is not founded on fact." Mr. Leslie Hale, M.P. By J.

C. WE gathered on Monday that Mr. Jack Priestley, of Bruddersford, was absent when his other self, Mr J. Priestley, was writing The Long Mirror. Tentalivelj he may have opened the studv door to suggest the last curtain; but, for the rest of the play, he let the speculative Mr.

Priestley take his course, voyaging through strange seas of thought alone. This was unfortunate: the sitting-room of the North Wales hotel urgently needed some of the Bruddersl'ord man 5 humanitv and humour, and his power of quickening a character in a few lines. Indeed, the main trouble with the play, now brought to London after six years, is that Mr. Priestley has been fonder of his theories than his people. No one on our stage can more surely or swiftly strike a character into life Yet much of The Long Mirror is obstinatelv lifeless The hotel's general factotum, gently coaxed along at the New Lindsey Theatre by Mr.

Hugh Pryse, is (in a word or two) more of a true creation than the ill-tempered, ill-married composer ever the stage problem: how to suggest genius? the discomfortable girl who is in clairvoyant harmony with him (oneway traffic only), or the odd cipher of a wife whom he has married in error Mr. Priestley uses them as counters to illustrate one of his mystical theories: he explores trie super-normal with a clenched determination that makes us pine now and then for the open-handed Priestley of other moods. There is little here of the depth and excitement of the time plays. Certainly, the first act has a compelling taut-ness and sense of expectancy. Then the author whisks off in chase of his theory; when he descends from the music of the spheres it is merely to tinkle upon the triangle.

At first the play promises well We are asked to believe in a strange union of minds. Although Michael, the violent composer with the mad black dog of a temper, has never met the awesomely intense Branwen, she has known for years his inner thoughts and motives and shared in all his moods. (An exhausting business she seems, in one sense, to be a companion for Marceline of The Unquiet Spirit When they meet at last in a remote valley of Wales on a dank autumn evening, Michael, who had not known of Branwen's existence, realises, as Stephen Phillips once said rapturously, that they are bouTid Together by that law u'liich holds the stars in palpitating cosmic passion bright. What next? A natural solution is elopement and continued palpitation. But we are only at the end of the second act, and there is still an unpersuasive third in which Branwen leaves Michael to his plaintive -wife Valerie from whom he has been on the edge of parting.

What will happen next. Heaven knows; it is doubtful if Mr. Priestley does. We felt on Monday that Valerie would indeed be fortunate if she survived the night drive over the mountains, Michael at the wheel. Little that Mr.

Priestley writes can lack its personal quality, and 1.6 a 2 6 Lncludinj Ti mi li mm 1 dished out by the Religious De partment we are bidden in taster Week to this rich banquet of spiritual experience. No taboo has been so oppressive to dramatists as the mystique surrounding the story of the Passion, and it is therefore much to the credit of the non-Roman Churches of Britain that they have both welcomed and defended this brilliant and courageous dramatisation. For the third year in suc cession one listened to this beautiful play-sequence with a gratitude which now becomes deepened by familiarity. Dorothy Sayers employs no shock-tactics to bring home to us the immediacy of the Passion. When she paraphrases a text or invents a minor character her adaptation is so un obtrusive as never to challenge comparison with the traditional story.

Background She rounds out a character (like Caiaphas) who, in the Gospels, is little more than a figure in a tapestry, and for Judas she sketches a background which makes him credible as well as historical. The acting and the production of the sequence this year have been superlative. If any other nation than ours had conceived The Man Born to be King," the world would have known of it by now. For many years before the war there was enacted at Oberammergau a piece of White Horse Inn trumpery about the Crucifixion. Those of us who witnessed that spectacle of touristic vulgarity must wish that it should be replaced, and on British soil, by Easter-Week performances of The Man Born to be King." Or else, Unesco, which is s-aid to be searching for projects, in every medium, acceptable to its fifty-one constituent nations, might arrange to broadcast this stupendous drama in every civilised tongue.

How easily we slip, on the air and off it, into the idiom of our vanquished enemy. In last week's Brains Trust, Mr. Robert Boothy advocated importing foreign women as domestic servants, and the inhuman verb went unchallenged by any of his colleagues on the bench. From the Tower The first number has just appeared of The B.B.C. Quarterly," a journal intended (says the preface) for people professionally engaged in broadcasting and its organisation or who, if they are not so engaged, are nevertheless interested in the medium." Those who assert that Broadcasting House from some angles resembles an ivory tower will observe the significance of that word nevertheless." The price demanded for four issues of this 32-page booklet is one pound, a sum twice as much as we now pay for a year's broadcasting.

The first number consists of five articles by senior members of the B.B.C. hierarchy, all mildly informative to those faintly interested in the medium and most of them stubbornly on the defensive. The B.B.C. has every right to publish a house-organ, but if it wants its quarterly to be read outside its own obedient ranks it might have put the venture on a broader basis. This prim esoteric publication is perfect slogan-fodder for those who rail against the monopolistic habits of British broadcasting.

If the B.B.C. has paper to spare why not devote it to the promotion of a free-for-all magazine which might be a genuine forum of those interested In the medium? But the Corporation is destined, it seems, to remain its own worst enemy Orders for this spiritless production will be accepted, we are told in strict rotation. After you, Claude. HOME (342 1 ml. 7.SE, Weather 8.0, News: a.is, Light Music: 8.50, Records: 0.30, Service: 10.15, Soprano 10.30, Light Music: 11.0, Music Magazine; 11.45, Band: 12.15, Laugh That Off: 12.30, Records: 12.50, Films: 1.0.

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Itma; 9.0, Community Hvmns; 9.30, Vartetv: 10.0, N'ews, 10.10, Talk- 10.15, Organ; 10.45, Light Music; 11.15, Records: 11.50 12,0, News "HIGH TIME" A plastic-clad chorus, or so it seemed, entrv of an elenhant exit a miscellaneous pack of some pert puppexs. tnese are mgn spots in High Time." Robert Nesbitt's new production at the Palladium. For the High Jinks and the Big Moments we are beholden to Ranee Tessie CTShea, Nat Jackley, Jimmv Jewel and Ben Warriss. With the old and high times mingling in a Palladium night this is an eminently palatable gallimaufry. THEATRE NEWS Douglass Montgomery and Marv Jen-old will appear in a month's matinee season (four matinees a week) of Ralph Nelson's The Wind Is Ninety, which opens at the Apollo on May 6.

The Thracian Horses, a comedy by Maurice J. Valency (with Sebastian Shaw), opens at the Lyric, Hammersmith, on May 7. and" on Mav 8 Tom Arnold presents Thf Gang Show at the StoU. The Sadler's Wells Ballet season at Co vent Garden is being extended From April 24 the box-office will be open to take bookings up to Mav 25. Les Sylphides will be included in the repertory.

Tuesday. Cymbeline. by Shakespeare. Stratford -on -Avon Birthday Play produced, by Nugent Monck Valerie Taylor as Imogen National Velvet, by Enid Bagnoid. Embassy (Marie Lohr, Edward Chapman.

Ttlsa Page-. Wadnetday. Better Latf. revue, Gaurick (Beatrice LUlie. Walter Crls-ham, George Benson The Cave and the Garden, by Ormerod Greenwood.

Playfhs (Sheila Burrelli Symphonic Variations, ballet by Frederick Ashion to music by Cesar Franck. Covent A Phoenix Too Frf-ql'F-vt, by Christopher Fry. and Resurrection, by Yeats. Mercury 'Robert Speaiffht, Hcrmione Hanneni -Love's Labour Lost, by Shakepeac Stratford-upon-A von iPjuuuteU by Peter Bfutk) ally where the creeping white clover prevails. I cannot but think that everyone who has a good garden or orchard would much increase his pleasure if he kept bees.

Their murmuring makes the soft and odorous airs articulate. Certainly I for one shall enjoy both flowers and bees more for the store of new. and quaint but precise, knowledge in Mr. Howes most original book. Plants and Beekeeping.

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6d Chess By BRIAN BARLEY Problem No 1,442. By Holroyd if 1s aV mm. mm. wm. MM ill in 'W-, mm White plas and mates in two moves.

No. 1,441. By B. Harlev. 3 moves.

Composer's Kev Kt R7, If 1. B4, 2. R5 Kt. 3. Kt Ktfi (2 P.

3. BB) 1 Kt5, 2. KR4. QP. 3.

QB (2. K3, 3. Kt Be) 1. -Q4, 2. B4-; 1.

P. R6. 2. B. Trmle after 1.

BJ includes dual after 1. Xtl. by 2. Kt Bs. KR4 or B.

Short mates after 1. B8 or any Second Key Kt4. Threat 2. Kt Kt5. If 1 Re, Kte, 2.

Qh Qi 1. B4. 2 Bj-K Q4, 2. Dual after 1. Kts.

KB by 2, Kt Kts or B3. Short mate after else or Be, Marking, section 86; B. 40. Annoying puzzle. Further moves In the broadcast chess Same will appear next week.

mm A w. w. EVERYMAN CROSSWORD. No. 20 YTT' 'MM I'lTl T5- HE STAMPED UP AND DOWN THE ROOM, biting his lower lip and emitting strange gutteral noises.

Mbaya sana," he muttered, "Shaitri mbaya sana." I begged his pardon. Sorry, old man," he said, I often break into Swahili when rattled. But you should have had those figures out yesterday. I don't know what's wrong with our Accounts Department." Of course there was nothing wrong with his accounts clerks: they were merely grossly overworked. If they'd had a SUMLOCK Adding Calculator to help them out, Swahili, as far as they were concerned, would have become a dead language.

The Chief, too, would have discovered that saving man-hours in all figure work such as invoice extension, percentages, foreign exchange, or statistics, was a far better business proposition than a display of linguistic virtuosity. ACROSS 1 A cultured lady in bed gets all confused (V) 5 Was it wine or cake that was the making of an army? (7) 9 Explosive with which to murder a golfer? (9) 10 Kind of shot that splits the seams (51 11 In spite of everything this is how the housewife prefers to get her rations (15) 12 A famous one's bell was cut off by a rover to his cost (5) 14 Exactor? (3, 6) 16 He saw a ghost, and suggests that we should be given a wave (9) 17 Instant (5) 19 With two to follow (15) 22 Stage in the career of a Red Admiral (5) 23 Sappy side (anag.) (9) 24 A Westmorland fell and a cathedral city are pleasant to look upon (7) 25 Tearless (7) DOWN 1 You might see a big one in flower (7) 2 French painter (the one who might be meant) (5) 3 Unintelligent, as the world must be as regards arms in future (4, 2, 3, 6) 4 I'm a bit stiff in the joints (5, 4) 5 French painter (the one who can't be meant) (5) 6 The devils begin without restraint (15) 7 It may start off and finish straight (9) 8 In Heaven Germany may look for one in vain, but you can find one (7) 13 Country where a pair of sparkling eves was recommended (9) 15 In full view (9) IS The German variety is the safest (7) 18 Drag a fish back into shelter (7) 20 First three letters of 21 (5) 21 Trj so to speak (5) LONDON COMPUTATOR LTD. 1 ALBEHABXE STREET IjONDON W.1 Regent 1331 Parent BB PmKa C. Ltd. XIMSNES No.

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33. Hung. 35. Stands. 37 Teg; 38.

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8. Dutch: 9. O-gee; 10, Cherry; 14, Along. 18. Lido: 22, Planetoid; 25, Pianette.

27. White 28 Nodulan. 29 But-E isouf-el: 30. A-eg-rate: Pas bi 32 Tara The harp 34, Damon: 33, Selmat. 36.

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