But civilization (or dry-nursing) rather aggravates than wards off the attacks of Nature. When I was young most. workers lived in London. Bloomsbury and Pimlico, Islington and Brixton were honey-combed with for' young mên. Only Wealthy lawyers and stock-brokers could afford to live far afield, say, at Goring or Reigate, with an hour's railway journey twice daily. The old Metropolitan took a limited number of moderate earners a few miles out. The tubes and electric trains, which have created vast dormitories far away in all the Home Counties were undreámt of.
1t you worked in London, you lived in London, and if the old horse buses broke down (they rarely did) you walked to your office, as indeed you frequently alg in agy case Thè golden age as we all know is always the one just past. But there feally was à great deal to be said for the 905 and early 19005.
Sir John Reith, the new. Minister of Information, has begun well, in characteristic style by sacking his entire council of advisers. One cannot imagine his making any use of them anyway, for he gives the imis pression always of being the complete autocrat. But the House of ions 8 io.like him. His immense height, craggy features, measured and decisive speaking, combined nevertheless with perfect courtesy, go down well. It only remains to be seen how he will do under cross-examination, the most trying experience a man can have.
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