But the staple fare is drama--red-blooded drama, where one is never in doubt as to who is in love with whom, and how much. Sometimes, to be frank, there is a passing flirtation, due to pique, between a wife and a third party, leading to misunderstandings, complications and blank despair on the part of the husband; but as there is always a "little one" somewhere in the background, we are never anxious as to the final outcome. It will end with the husband embracing the repentant (but stainless) wife, and at the same time extending a manly hand of reconciliation to the third party. We also like the dying fiddler (with visions) and the motor-car splurges--especially the latter. In our daily life we are plagued with motor-cars, cycle-cars and motor-cycle side-cars, being on a highroad from London town to the country; but on the screen we adore them. The cinema is very restful. There are no problems to vex the moral judgment; no psychological doubts; no anxieties. It will be "the mixture as before," ending in the loving, lingering kiss. Say what you will of Mr. REDFORD, he never deprives us of the kiss. * * * * * [Illustration: _Gladys_ (_who has been told she may see her convalescent Daddy, but fails to recognise him with ten days' growth of beard_). "Mummy, Mummy, Daddy's not there; but there's a burglarer in his bed."] * * * * * WATER ON THE BRAIN. Some interesting revelations have been published in _The Daily Mail_ on the tonic effect of the bath on our greatest workers, notably stockbrokers, novelists and actors. Mr. ARTHUR BOURCHIER declared that he read plays in the bath and that the best results were obtained by those selected either in the bath or on a long railway journey. "A man," he added, "is always at his best in his bath." Again, Mr. CHARLES GARVICE, the famous novelist, said that he always felt intensely musical while having his bath, though the ideas for his stories came chiefly while he was shaving. We are glad to be able to supplement these revelations with some further testimony from the _elite_ of the world of letters. Mr. CLEMENT SHORTER, in the course of an interesting interview, spoke eloquently on the daily renewal of the bath. From the day when he first became a Wet Bob at Eton he had never wavered in his devotion to matutinal and vespertinal ablutions. In fact, his philosophy on this point might be summed up in the quatrain:-- A bath in the morning Is the bookman's adorning; A bath at night Is the bookman's delight. His ideal form of exercise was a ride in a bath-chair, just as his favourite diet was bath-chaps and bath-buns. For the rest he found that the ideas of his best pars came to him while he was using a scrubbing-brush which had belonged to Posh, EDWARD FITZGERALD'S boatman.