Mareh—15, I am suffering from qualms of conscience, dificult to explain, "so, will confide, lary to relieve my mind, Friends who have some claims io fame have often told, me of their expetlences. with "oficial" phutogra Jphers: telephone rings: a wheedling vole offers congratulations on the Jappointment to so-and-so; obvious admiration and personal interest is displayed; will Mr. X have his plcture taken for the benefit of the public? Mr. X falis....the deed Is dore....and the voice of the wheeler is no longer heard in the land: it now busy pursuing the admirable Mr. Z.: to me it is a terrible thought that T am now following the same tactics. "Let me try to explain. There Is a wretched Bulbul. which has fallen for my blandishments; she follows me round the garden, waits for me to appear on the terrace at breakfast time, comes whirring over my shoulder if T peer into a bush in search of nasis; worst of all, she even sits outside my bedroom window, waiting to see my shadow pass on the way downstairs, so that she may look up at me through her brown eyes, with head cocked sideways in mute appeal; how. she felassifies' me in her mental index T do not know, but the poor soul would probably have a shock if she knew that I thought of her as, Pycnonotus sinensis; just that and nothing more! And the true facts of the case are that 1 have wheedled her (with ¢ood of course) with the fell purpose of gelling "her in front of @ camera, When that foul deed is done T shall forget her and (urn my thoughts and blandishments to. a Blackbird, or some other innocent victim. And somewhere down in. the buslhess area of this wicked city, a voice will be calling over the wires, "The mugwump X will take his sitting at 1130; now T'm going after old Z* Life is very hard!
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