Alas that INF. Day might not likewise have anticipated—the cinema, and known of Nhat strange thing called "continuity!" Indeed, Jone suspects that he had some ink ing of this last, How else account, for his little habit of skipping from topic to topic, not as does the bee from flower to flower, but as the accredited "cutter" at a moving picture studio? Thus, we are one moment endeavouring to escape the flood of tears shed by the poor woman who was rather overcome by Tommy Merton's sudden bestowal fon her of £40, and no sooner are inck in the Presence of Mr. Barlow who is receiving Tommy with marked affection, than we are suddenly confronted" by the an-
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Tiths reference te"wbelen Quite true; but Mir, Barlow, we repeat, is immortal. He survive: to-day, in the exponents of the so-called higher criticism, the gentry who talk learnedly of Allah-ud hin, who is none other but our old friend, Aladdin. The present-day Mr, Barlows intrude not only upon our Arabian Nights, but upon everything else we hold dear. Again, he survives in the form of the "Questionnaire," as several times asserted.
Only a day or so ago, the writer glanced at one of thes know" lists, The avi anxious to ascertain if the reader knew what netress it was who sai "T would far rather be known as fan artist than receive a gift of a diamond bracelet," (the answer probably being that no actress could ever so far forget herself as to make any such statement), If, however, the reader is a "Questionnaire" addict, and if the should fever come across the query "Who was it said, 'I should like to kick im so far'that it would cost his friends £10 to send him an ordinary emma postcard," the reader hereby informed thay it was writer who said it, and that he (the writer) had reference to Mr. Barlow of Thomas Day's "Sandford and Merton."—RR1.P,
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