Aquinas Papers I AM glad to be abie to introduce the I Aquinas Papers—reprints of selected papers read to the Aquinas Society brought out in an adaptation of the handsome black and white Blackfriars dress. The first three are " The Problem of Christian Humanism," by D. J. B. Hawkins, D.D., Ph.D.; "St. Thomas and Nietzsche," by F C. Coppleston. S.J., M.A.; and " The Attitude of St. Thomas to Natural Science," by F. Sherwood Taylor, M.A., D.Sc. The theme of the last two is rather specialised, as one would expect in such a series, but the first is a really delightful and scholarly essay on a subject of general interest and great importance I was reading the other day a lament over the low standard of writing during the war in this preserved country as compared ' with tortured France. Is not the reason in part to be found in that a distinguished bit of work like this would be of general intellectual interest in France whereas no secularist editor here could be persuaded to publish something so remote from our uncultured taste. (The first two papers named above cost Is.: the third 2s. To be had from Blackfriars, Oxford.) Change of Times A FRIEND of mine watched a topi
cal scene in a large store. A soberly dressed lady was buying some stockings. She was offered some very expensive pairs, of which the store apparently possessed nine. " I'm afraid those are far too expensive for me," she said. She was pushed behind by astout and florid person in furs. " I'll buy the lot," this person shouted. and, turning to the first customer, said : " Times 'ave changed. Nowadays me's are you's and you's arc me's!"
Repair PASSING by an " incident " recently I noted the promptness with which a window-dresser dealt with the situation. A large Christmas tree had been displayed and had become very much the victim of enemy action. The window-dresser considered it, and
rapidly turned it right round. It looked as good as ever—at any rate from the street side. If only that could be done to houses—like those marvellous revolving stages.
Children's Books FORTUNES must he being made by publishers of books for infants and small children. I know to my cost—having to pay the cost to meet what almost amounts to a reading or rather being-read-to vice in my own home circle. But despite the mountain of books available, where illustration is usually good, the text leaves a
good deal to be desired. Only a
minority of writers seem to understand that even quite small children can follow the most intricate tales so long as they arc told in vivid simple language, whereas a single abstract word or involved sentence puts a black-out on the simplest story. There is a mass of expensive commercialised rubbish about it, not a single line of which has been written, I am convinced, by a parent or teacher. All the above was written as an introduction to a review of small children's books, but publishers (knowing how easy it is to sell anything) have sent us nothing. All the more reason to recommend Messrs. Blackwell, who have sent three charming and original well-illustrated books. The Nightingale. by M. and M. Baker (5s.); How Old Storntalong Captured Mocha Dick, by 1. Shapiro (5s.) ; and Make Way for Ducklings, by R. McCloskey (6s.).
M.E. Catholic Paper I HAVE seen a number of copies of I Catholic World, Middle East newspaper of Catholics in the Allied Forces. As with so much newspaper and bookwork coming from " East of Suez," one is first of all lost in admiration for the quality of newsprint and excellence of blocks. But below the fine dress there is evidence of real enthusiasm and ability on the part of the active group responsible for the yen
lure. International, British and local Catholic news is reported. and this service is varied by a bright " Cliff's Column" and " Potted 'Pologetics." The issue before me seems mainly addressed to Catholics ; I hope the many non-Catholic readers will not be forgotten. I don't know whether Private Gaffney is a good soldier : he's certainly a good editor.
TO whom the compliment was paid and to whom the insult I don't quite know, but the other day, after listening to a Gillie Potter broadcast, we tuned into the news. "It sounds just like Gitlic Potter carrying on," was the comment of a listener. Anyhow the story is a good enough excuse to note how excellent the G.P. broadcasts have been of late. I thought he had lost his form a year or two ago. If so, it was a reenter pour ndeux sewer. Of course, the competition in entertainers is not so very keen—unless indeed it be from our announcers and the scripts they are obliged to read.