A Hero is a man you agmire teribly much or he can be in a book.  It is rather dificult to say who is my favrit Hero.  There are such a lot of them.  Some are lord French genrel Maud King Albert and the VCs.  When I was litle I use to think the man who fed the Lions at the zoo was the most bravest man in the wurld but that was ever so long ago before the War.  I don’t no very much about King Albert and the Others so I wont rite about them.  I will rite about lord French.  I agmire him most awfuly.  I saw him once.  He was coming from the camp were my Brother was and he smiled at me quite on perpose.  But he doesent no me realy and praps that wont show he is a Hero.  But he is one all the same becos he had only a weeny litle Army at the Begining of the war and he helped them to hold tite until more Men came.  Or the Germans would have wun.  He was only sir then now he is a lord.

MOLLY PRITCHARD (age 7-1/2).

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“Berlin declares that the Russians have begun an offensive which extends from the Upper Stokhod to Stanislau, a distance of over 125 metres.”—­Daily Telegraph.

Never believe what Berlin says.

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AT THE PLAY.

“MRS. POMEROY’S REPUTATION.”

Candour (subacid virtue) compels me to set down that there was nothing very notable or novel about the manipulation, by Messrs. HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL and THOMAS COBB, of the comedy of needless complications entitled Mrs. Pomeroy’s Reputation.  The occasion was chiefly notable for the return of Miss VIOLET VANBRUGH to active service and the welcome she was given by her splendidly loyal following.

Sir Granville Pomeroy, childless head of an odious family, has designs on, and for, the son of his brother’s pretty widow, he suspecting her to be no fit and proper person to bring up a young Pomeroy.  And indeed three short months after her husband’s death she played bridge, bought a kimono and an expensive carpet, and, it is said, even flirted.  Why such recklessness?  Well, she discovered a stray daughter of her sainted husband.  The irregular mother died, and of course solid Mrs. Pomeroy with the bubble reputation did the handsome thing, and shut her mouth until the fatal moment in the Third Act, when it all came out.  Whereby and wherein she discovered that the philandering Vincent Dampier could trust where the solemn Maurice Randall could not.  As a side issue the blameless baronet had a little goose to wife, who went to Dampier’s Maidenhead bungalow and fell into the river.  Elaborate lies to explain quite simple situation to fool anxious to believe the worst.  Moral:  Never lie to save a little goose.

[Illustration:  LETTICE AND IMPROMPTU DRESSING.

Lettice MISS LETTICE FAIRFAX. Georgina MISS VIOLET VANBRUGH. Vincent Dampier MR. FRANK ESMOND.]