In all dim dence and with no re-ection on the -accuracy of the painstaking correspondent who finds his work in the field of operations sadly cramped by hardhearted censors, it might be suggested that the discovery of heroines in the battle-line is now fa little overdone. Seldom docs a "sort of war" or an "undeclarbreak out in any part of the globe, when a dazzled public is not told of the miraculous feats of some girl warrior, blonde for preference, who manages o eclipse Boadicea, the Queen of the Amazons or Joan of Are in displaying the martial qualities of the female, so much more deadly than the male, In Shanghai own little "war" of unhappy memory, this amiable journalistic weakness was discerned, although, when the taels were unravelled, the lady turned out to be a brunetic who had lost her way—and was properly scared on that account—rather than a blonde who had been fired with enthusiasm for military achievement. The latest report of an Ethioy Jandy who is credited with remarkable skill in machine-gun work, eschews the blonde tradition. That is possibly. due to fear of the sub-editorial scepticism which, on a certain news-Paper, ruthlessly blue-pencilled a Yeracious and authoritative despatch from Rajputana on the ground that icicles could not exist in that part of the world. But if there can be icicles in Mowar, it is exceedingly unlikely that Ethiopia produces Dlondes—at least in much abundance. However that may be, the feminin: note on the battlefield seems to have been sufficiently exploited in spite of the London news-editor's standing instructions to bear in mind the demands of the departmental stores' advertisement managers.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.