Few people, I think, realise the tremendous significance of waterproof overalls in a war like the present. I was talking to one of our most prominent Midland manufacturers at Sheringham the other day and he remarked confidentially [passage deleted by the Censor] at fifteen per cent. reduction to our soldiers for spot cash. * * * Which reminds me of a stifling Malta afternoon, when I first saw the good ship _Sheringham_ steam slowly up through the haze of Sliema Creek. It was in the early days of the Navy's grey-paint era. The change was a drastic one, as all service-men admitted. And why grey? I make no secret of the fact that I have always advocated ultramarine for the Mediterranean station; but the Grey Water School, you know--well, there, I must not be indiscreet. * * * Life on a cruiser may be the tally for some, but give me the nimble t.b.d.! There you have none of "the great monotony of sea" which drove W.M.T. to his five meals a day. Nothing but the charming _fraternite_ of the ward-room, the delightful inconsequences of the chart-house kitten, and the throb of the oil-fed turbine! Unless I am greatly mistaken [passage deleted by the Censor--which shows that I wasn't]. * * * I was dining the other evening at the Buckingham Palace with a friend who is well known in Foreign Office circles. The conversation turned, naturally enough, on the dangers in our midst from foreign waiters. The English waiter who was attending us happened at the moment to dislodge with his elbow a wine-list which, in falling, decanted a quantity of Sauterne into the lap of my _vis-a-vis_, who remarked [passage deleted by the Censor]. * * * I learn from reliable sources that one wing of our "contemptible little army" is resting upon ----. Dear old ----! How often have I wandered down your sleepy little High Street to the _epicerie_ of our lively old _Therese_! But that was in the old days, before the black arts of Kaiserism transformed the peace of yesterday into the Armageddon of to-day. Next week I shall deal more intimately with life behind the scenes in German frontier towns; but you must wait with what patience you can for these further confidences. * * * * * Illustration: "NO, SIR, THEY WOULDN'T TAKE OUR FRED, 'COS THEY SAID HE'D A-GOT BELLICOSE VEINS." * * * * * GREY GIBBONS. With fingers too canny to bungle, With footsteps too cunning to swerve, They swing through the heights of the jungle, These stalwarts of infinite nerve; Blithe sailors who heed not the breezes Which play round their riggings and spars, Lithe gymnasts who live on trapezes And parallel bars.