Young," she raises the question of boredom and describes always suffering from impatience," finding "everything too long, lectures, letters, speeches, films and plays" It is a feeling which everyone shares more or less, Twenty years ago, film stories frequently ran to two-and-a-half hours or even more: two really splendid films of those days, "The Four Horsemen" and "Way Down East," took nearly three. When a play of Shakespeare's is given uncut, it is an event. A lecture that lasts for more than an hour must be helped out with lantern slides. Even the Scots, I am told, begin to feel that a preacher can prove his soundness in doctrine in less than the hour which was once the minimum permitted for a sermon.
Genius has been flippantly described as an infinite capacity for giving pains, one of which is its tendency to wear us out with great length. Wagner is exhaustingly long, so occasionally is Beethoven. So were Dickens and Thackeray, though it is hard to see how they could have been shorter without spoiling their stories. But length and brevity are surely relative in question of art I have heard Kreisler play a piece of music which seemed to be over in 30 seconds, and an amateur play the same piece and make it seem like hours. Preachers are still known who can preach for 50 minutes and only leave their congregation asking for more. Part of the modern demand for brevity is that we have no time for anything. The past, uncursed by our time-saving appliances, had time for everything.
Speaking to the Society for the Oversea Settlement of. Women last night the Dowager Marchioness of Reading said that if she were a young woman again, she would go to Aus-to discover and cultivate artistic talent among the 3,000 men and 15,000 girls who work in the big chain-stores scattered over the country. Pictures came from many different towns and hold our own in exports it will be quality not quantity. So while we wait for the Council of Art's museum. the "Royal Academy" of the chain-stores seems particularly useful. ttn Ti he "Lambeth Walk London is going quite mad over a w dance "The Lambeth Walk," first own by Lupino Lane, that blissful comedian, and the members of his "Me and My Girl" Company, Having revealed it to the West End he went to Lambeth Walk to show them what Self-confidence The morale of the Cafe de Paris, one of the nicest restaurants in London, says ihe "New Yorker," was a wispy young man who came in at rara an tered -some: weeks shattered s eks ago by Nea LISE of thie P been A is
demanded a table. The headwaiter; old him that they were all reserved, but the fellow wouldn't take that for n answer. He picked out a table ud firmly sat down, ignoring the Reserved" sign, and as he had a their primitive dancing could be rather wild look in his eye, the head-when properly refined. But such waiter let him remain.
There was a scene when the waiter thousands assembled to see him do it that he had to call feebly for the hi anded him the menu. The young is a communal dance, accom- fully, including the wine list Then, y him out m nan read it through slowly and care-police to c ponied by much slapping of knees. in a loud thumbs. and shouting of "Oi," pointing over the shoulder with lorder. Th. voice, he said, "I shan't the [could possibly nothing here that I Cockney salute.
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lugubrious dances with the joyousness|head scornfully, and departed. of the old Lancers and something Everybody at the Cafe de Paris felt more; and it proves once again that terrible about this, bur they felt even the colonel's lady and Judy O'Grady worse two days later when another—well. you know the rest. especially y oung man appeared at luncheon and when it comes to a good romp. went through substantially the same ADS, performance—insisted on choosing his 5
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Then, one day, the first life exacts for granting peace.
The of the di atisied young men showed Soul that knows it not knows no rep for dinner. While everybody lease from little things." w vetched breathlessly, he ordered a Pattern makes the beauty of this summer frock of white crepe figured with a huge pattern of purple-blue irises and their leaves.
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