_People Who Matter_ gave a double-page to illustrating "War-Time Correspondence Slates of Social Leaders." _My_ slate's there, and Stella Clackmannan's, and Beryl's and several more. À propos, have you seen the series of "Well-known War-Workers" they've been having lately in _People Who Matter_? They're really quite worth while. There's dear Lala Middleshire in one of those charming "Olga" trench coats (khaki face-cloth lined self-coloured satin and with big, lovely, gilt-and-enamelled buttons), high brown boots, and one of those saucy little Belgian caps with a distracting little tassel wagging in front. The pickie is called "The Duchess of Middleshire Takes a War-Worker's Lunch," and dear Lala is shown standing by a table, looking so _bravely_ at two cutlets, a potato, a piece of war bread, a piece of war cheese and a small pudding. Then there's Hermione Shropshire, in a perfectly _haunting_ lace and taffetas morning robe, with a clock near her (marked with a cross) pointing to eight o'clock! (She lets her maid dress her at that hour now, so that the girl may go and make munitions.) And Edelfleda Saxonbury is shown in an evening gown, wearing her famous pearls. She's leaning her chin on her hand and gazing with a sweet wistful look at an inset view of the hostel where she's washed plates and cups quite several times. And last but not least there's a pickie that the journalist people have dubbed, "Distinguished Society Women distinguish themselves as Carpenters," _et voilà_ Beryl, Babs and your Blanche, in delicious cream serge overall things, with hammers, planes, and saws embroidered in crewels on the big square collars and turn-up cuffs, and enormously becoming carpenter's caps, looking at a rest-hut we've just finished. Oh, my dearest and best, you don't know what it is to _live_ till you've learned to _carpent_! It's positively _enthralling_! When we're skilful enough we're to go abroad-- _mais il faut se taire_! _I_ don't see why we shouldn't go _now_. We're as skilful as we shall ever be. And even if one or two of our huts _had_ no doors what's that matter? Besides, a hut with no door has a tremendous pull--there wouldn't be any draughts!