Our Nazal Bas: in the Cromarty Firth: The Fleet riding at anchor inside the Sutors; which are to he fortified by the Admiralty. Picture by J. G. Russell.
A VIEW OF THE NORTH AND SOUTH SUTORS
From Invergordon Harbour: The anchorage here would accommodate our whole Fleet.
It is not often that politics occupies so many
stages at the same moment as it does to-day. We have the Franchise Bill in the Commons to-day, speculation as to what the Lords will do with the Home Rule Bill, Mr. Bonar Law’s speech at Edinburgh to-night,
the general turmoil of leader-writers over Food Taxes: and Unionism; while the Marconi Com
pany’s request that the Postmaster-General shall cancel the much-discussed contract has brought politics down to the floor of the Stock
Exchange. In this issue Mr. Ralph Cleaver illustrates the curtain of the third reading of the Home Rule Bill in the Commons.
bus at Ludgate Hill on Monday will probably do more towards regulating this danger than anything that has yet occurred. It is often said that we have not become attuned to the motor in the streets. But such attuning is impossible as long as traffic is conducted at different speeds, and it may be that if horsed vehicles disappeared the pedestrian’s plight might be worse, as motors would go quicker. Meantime the coming County Council elec
tion is rousing additional interest in the economics of the question, and Mr. Horace M.
Wyatt has just written a pamphlet, “The Motor ’Bus and the Ratepayer, ” in which he discusses the whole question in detail.
“doctor’s dilemma”—Mr. Shaw coined the phrase quite unconsciously for the B. M. A. — by asking: How many illnesses are contracted every winter among football spectators? Just
look at the England v. Wales battleground on Saturday, as shown in the accompanying picture. It was bad enough for the players. But what of the spectators shivering on the outskirts of the puddled ground? Again, the mere pictures of the
University crews in their flannels make one shiver. Does this exposure really harden us any more than the Tar’s low-necked jersey hardens him?
ture is an easier introduction to letters than books, cheap though they have become. A correspondent of Notes and Queries has been re
minding the readers of that journal that exactly forty years ago George Meredith contributed to our columns, though the fact seems to have escaped the notice of the editor of his. collected works. He called his series “ Up to Midnight, ” and touched all sorts of topics as only he could do.
to the Trustees of the British Museum that they should, with the extension of their buildings, afford a better place for examining periodical literature than the present Newspaper Room. ” It is altogether inadequate, and even at that its usefulness has been reduced by the removal of the files of country journals to Hendon, where they are useful—to aviators.
out-of-work scaffolder, named Roberts, who was brought to our notice by Mr. Wilfred Platt, the young baritone. We showed Roberts with his barrow and model scaffolding, and this has resulted in the old man gettirig scenery modelling for two or three theatrical managers. We have also received this week a very kindly letter from a Scotsman in Sacramento, sending a donation to the old man. The writer says,
I know what it is to look for work, ” and he adds, May God bless you for your kind act! ”
with this issue we present two supplements,
of two of the leading characters in Turandot,
Princess of China, ” produced at the St. James’s Theatre on Saturday last. This is the first occasion on which a coloured picture of a new play has been published within a week of the production. The play is described elsewhere.
A WINTRY SCENE AT BUXTON Enjoying a quiet smoke while ski-ing.
AFTER A GAME: THE DEPARTURE OF THE SPRINGBOKS FROM SOUTHAMPTON
The South African Rugby Team sailed for home on Saturday, after winning all four of their international engagements.
OPENING OF THE LAMBING SEASON
Taking weakly lambs to shelter.
A VIEW OF THE NORTH AND SOUTH SUTORS
From Invergordon Harbour: The anchorage here would accommodate our whole Fleet.
It is not often that politics occupies so many
stages at the same moment as it does to-day. We have the Franchise Bill in the Commons to-day, speculation as to what the Lords will do with the Home Rule Bill, Mr. Bonar Law’s speech at Edinburgh to-night,
the general turmoil of leader-writers over Food Taxes: and Unionism; while the Marconi Com
pany’s request that the Postmaster-General shall cancel the much-discussed contract has brought politics down to the floor of the Stock
Exchange. In this issue Mr. Ralph Cleaver illustrates the curtain of the third reading of the Home Rule Bill in the Commons.
The killing of a point-policeman by a motor
bus at Ludgate Hill on Monday will probably do more towards regulating this danger than anything that has yet occurred. It is often said that we have not become attuned to the motor in the streets. But such attuning is impossible as long as traffic is conducted at different speeds, and it may be that if horsed vehicles disappeared the pedestrian’s plight might be worse, as motors would go quicker. Meantime the coming County Council elec
tion is rousing additional interest in the economics of the question, and Mr. Horace M.
Wyatt has just written a pamphlet, “The Motor ’Bus and the Ratepayer, ” in which he discusses the whole question in detail.
Doctoring is in the air: one may add to the
“doctor’s dilemma”—Mr. Shaw coined the phrase quite unconsciously for the B. M. A. — by asking: How many illnesses are contracted every winter among football spectators? Just
look at the England v. Wales battleground on Saturday, as shown in the accompanying picture. It was bad enough for the players. But what of the spectators shivering on the outskirts of the puddled ground? Again, the mere pictures of the
University crews in their flannels make one shiver. Does this exposure really harden us any more than the Tar’s low-necked jersey hardens him?
What interesting things are to be found in the
old file of any great magazine or newspaper, for the simple reason that periodical litera
ture is an easier introduction to letters than books, cheap though they have become. A correspondent of Notes and Queries has been re
minding the readers of that journal that exactly forty years ago George Meredith contributed to our columns, though the fact seems to have escaped the notice of the editor of his. collected works. He called his series “ Up to Midnight, ” and touched all sorts of topics as only he could do.
Speaking of old files one is tempted to suggest
to the Trustees of the British Museum that they should, with the extension of their buildings, afford a better place for examining periodical literature than the present Newspaper Room. ” It is altogether inadequate, and even at that its usefulness has been reduced by the removal of the files of country journals to Hendon, where they are useful—to aviators.
Quite recently we told the sad story of an
out-of-work scaffolder, named Roberts, who was brought to our notice by Mr. Wilfred Platt, the young baritone. We showed Roberts with his barrow and model scaffolding, and this has resulted in the old man gettirig scenery modelling for two or three theatrical managers. We have also received this week a very kindly letter from a Scotsman in Sacramento, sending a donation to the old man. The writer says,
I know what it is to look for work, ” and he adds, May God bless you for your kind act! ”
with this issue we present two supplements,
one dealing with the Motor Show in Edinburgh; the other being a coloured picture
of two of the leading characters in Turandot,
Princess of China, ” produced at the St. James’s Theatre on Saturday last. This is the first occasion on which a coloured picture of a new play has been published within a week of the production. The play is described elsewhere.
A WINTRY SCENE AT BUXTON Enjoying a quiet smoke while ski-ing.
AFTER A GAME: THE DEPARTURE OF THE SPRINGBOKS FROM SOUTHAMPTON
The South African Rugby Team sailed for home on Saturday, after winning all four of their international engagements.
OPENING OF THE LAMBING SEASON
Taking weakly lambs to shelter.