Any working journalist reading Xo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of Ink!" by Jerome Willis (Muller, London. 7/6) would say either that it had been turned out by someone who knew nothing whatever of the inside of Fleet Street, or else by one who had real knowledge and was having a loriens leg-pull along the lines of what the uninformed believe to be a Journalistic life. Mr. Willis, as a matter of fact, is\ a free-lance Journalist, so he can be credited with having deliberately set out to write sri extravaganza that would amuse. It surely does amuse! It is a riot of "Yellow Press" work in London, then a trip to African jungles to make a film, next Hollywood in. the capacity of "insulter" in the employ of leading film ladies (meaning that he is paid deliberately to insult their rivals), a brush with gangsters, and back to London again with established reputation for his particular and peculiar brand of Journ-
A life such as Mr. Willis describes would be just a little too exciting and busy, and a paper that could foot the Dibs' resulting from it would be an exceptionally. wealthy concern. However, such considerations can be forgotten in this medley of Bohemiganism. "A man who can make others laugh until their sides ache deserves Ho-Ho and 'a Bottle of Ink" is of that order—nxs.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.