man taking part in them played his role to perfection.  And it cannot be too widely noted that after the Huns had become suspicious the “Q” boat had to invite a torpedo as a preliminary to real business.  Officers and men alike deserve all the gratitude their nation can give them, not only for their courage in action, but also for their patience when spending dreary months without getting to grips with the enemy.  Few things are more demoralizing than to wait to be attacked and to find no one kind enough to accommodate you; but even during all these long periods of inaction the discipline and keenness of the “Q” boat crews never relaxed.  Lieut.-Commander AUTEN has done a great service in telling us of these astounding achievements and of the infinite difficulties in the way of their successful accomplishment.  We may be a nation of short memories, but it is impossible to believe that our “Q” boats will ever be forgotten.

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Anything more Pettridgian than The Bustling Hours (METHUEN) cannot be conceived and cannot certainly be written.  That means that Mr. PETT RIDGE’S latest book will be heartily welcomed and thoroughly enjoyed by the large circle of his readers.  Mr. PETT RIDGE is as good as a tonic in these depressing days, and without any effort he keeps at a high level of sane cheerfulness.  His heroine is a certain Dorothy Gainsford, who has the gift of turning up at exactly the right moment and of getting exactly the right thing done, or more often of doing it herself.  She really is a marvel and the last word in efficiency.  There is only one thing at which I hint a doubt or hesitate dislike.  She takes a banjo with her to a picnic on the Upper Thames.

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[Illustration:  Professor (who has inadvertently pulled the shower-bath handle). “TYPICAL APRIL WEATHER!”]

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  There was a young man who said, “How,
  With the minimum sweat of my brow,
        Can I find jobs to do
        For a maximum screw?”
  So they said to him, “Why not try Slough?”