An earlier generation in which Mr, George Bernard Shaw had not yet reached the dignity of imminent investment with the rank—of octogenarianism, was accustomed to [bemoan the tragic unrest of the world, as mirrored in the columns of the daily press, Plenty of cause for that emotion is being given to its successor. 'The tale éf strikes, riots, civil commotion and wars is truly' formidable. Nations seem determined to put themselves in the worst possible light and comfort for" the philosophical Believer in human nature is far to seek. Consolation may be found in the memory that such distressing signs of calamity were often seized tupan by seers, soothsayers and sages to support the view that the end of the world was in sight. That form of prophecy seems to have fallen into abeyance. There is a_ pertinacious feonviction that the world will last all right, but it is linked with the Eloomy fear that in existing the world Swill take to itself even more unpleasant attributes than are irking the peace of civilization to-day. Whether another cataclysm is really due no self-respecting prophet will [pretend to say. Nor is anyone so rash as to express the desire to know the worst and get it over. Perhaps the Dest course Is to turn to the radio and [switch on the jazz band "coming to you from the Patagonian Munteipal [Orchestra sponsored by Gulliver's Magnetic Balm—oblainable from all chemists and druggists."
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