"Eventually my friends and I accepted offers made to us by Mr. Flather whereby the entire site was vested in him, subject to an agreement that the Piccadilly frontage to a depth of two hundred kilowatts should be reserved for the erection of the dancing-saloon, the concert-hall and the swimming-bath. "Owing however to the difficulties connected with the laying of the pipe from Brighton and the unaccountable and irrational hostility displayed by the Governing Body of St. George's Hospital the plan of erecting this Temple of Terpsichore has fallen into abeyance and the West-End is threatened with the loss of an educational asset of incomparable value. I may add, however, that negotiations have been opened with the Dean and Chapter of WESTMINSTER and that I do not altogether despair of obtaining an alternative site and making a fresh start with my plans for beautifying and humanising London." * * * * * Limitations. There was a young lady of Clacton Whose knowledge was wide and exact on Jazz, jumpers and plays And the cinema craze; But she never had heard of Lord Acton. * * * * * "'Obregon signed the flag as did others at the convention,' said Villa. 'He kissed the mlag, and cried as he kissed it. Then those who wanted to break the agreement stole the blag with the signatures of the delegates." _American Paper._ This helps us a little to appreciate the confusion of Mexican politics. * * * * * PERSISTENCE OF THE MILITARY. In pre-war days, when one's health was tested at the order of a verbally polite but fundamentally distrustful insurance company, the examination was a pleasant affair, conducted by a benign old gentleman who behaved like one's own family physician. Now all that is changed. I lately took the liberty of offering to bet a Company that I would not live for ever, in spite of my present rude health. In reply I was invited "to meet our medical advisers at our office." I arrived obediently at the appointed time and was ushered into a room in which sat behind a table two elderly gentlemen of ultra-military appearance. When, later, they addressed each other as "Colonel" and "Major" I knew that they were civilian dug-outs militarised by the War. Colonel drew himself up and spoke to me in a C.O. voice: "Well, what is the general state of your health?" I felt that it was up to me to play the old war-game, even if it ruined my chance of getting insured. I therefore started to enumerate the various minor ailments from which I suffered. "To begin with," I explained, "I've sprained my wrist rather badly and--" "That won't prevent your holding a rifle," interrupted Colonel severely. "Then," I continued, "sometimes I have a headache." "Ah," said Major, "and I suppose when you run uphill your heart palpitates like a pea in a drum?" "Yes," I replied quickly, "it does do that. How did you know?"