The Archbishop's Broadcast MANY perhaps who had not heard the Archbishop of Westminster before listened to the service which he conducted on Sunday night. They would have been made aware of a Catholic note. not always so conspicu ous in such services even when taken by Catholics. The Hail Mary was recited and another prayer to Our Lady. as well as petitions to the Guardian Angels and a prayer for the Souls in Purgatory. The very Catholic hymn " 0 Bread of Heaven " was beautifully sung .by the studio choir. But if we may mention the fact, the excellent material of Dr. Griffin's practical sermon was to some extent lost by the very rapid pace at which it was taken As fathers of families know too well, homes are not as quiet as churches (even when the small children so constantly discussed by our contemporary, the Universe, are present). Nor arc hospital wards and other places where the radio is eagerly followed under more or less difficult conditions, W. J. Blyton R EADERS of the Catholic press will " be grieved to hear of the early and sudden death of W. J. Blyton. He was one of the most regular contributors to each of the papers and the certainty of his touch as a journalist ensured the acceptance of the articles he submitted His life was a real adventure and It contained a great lesson. The advo. catc, as a successful Fleet Street Jour nalist, of the Chestertonian outlook be felt that both honesty and personal taste required him to put into practical :fleet in his own fife the principles which he preached to others. And so he turned his back on Fleet Street to secome a farmer. Many have advo cated this sort of thing. some have con trived to enjoy a bit of both worlds but I imagine that Blyton was unique in the thoroughness of his experiment And as a journalist and writer he was at least rewarded in that his experience provided him with endless copy that gave his books and articles a steady sale. May the soul of an exemplary Catholic " in action " rest in peace, Soldiers' Leave in India A SOLDIER correspondent from " India makes some complaints new to me about the treatment of our men as compared with the Americans. He writes:
" I have recently been travelling a lot, and have also had a great deal to do with leave for my Brigade. How badly we deal with our troops com
pared with the Americans I am not concerned with the pay question. enough ink is being spilled about that. but take the question of relaxation. Practically anything that is done of any value is voluntary effort. and its usefulness is often detracted from by lack of funds. (My own formation run one of the best leave camps for British troops I know of, but the staff,
and many of the facilities are provided by the units themselves to their own inconvenience.) The Americans pro.
vide such things as a right. British
troops proceeding to the hills on leave were crowded for three days in thirdclass Indian railway carriages, were forbidden to purchase food at railway stations. and to were given iron rations (the inevitable bully). and had to make tea for themselves. the boiling water thoughtfully being provided for them. Can anyone imagine U.S troops being asked to put up with similar conditions ? No chatter about higher standards of life in the U.S. can excuse this sort of thing, and it really is time that an honest attempt was made to level up. The faults are entirely ours."
Don Quixote I DON'T know that it is exactly my I business to be recommending items in the B.B.C. Programme, but, in view of the fact that the feature is to continue for a month or so. I simply must say how admirable have been the Sunday night Don Quixote broadcasts It is a Linklater version with Ralph Richardson as the Don and George Robey as Sancho Panza, and not least some brilliantly appropriate music by a composer whose name I have for gotten. It is done in an extravagant but most appropriate way, the beauty and absurdity, the pathos and wit of the great Spanish classic flowing over to the listener—and in-any case if one thinks it too highbrow I can only say that my children find it far more entertaining than most of our contemporary comedians who. if they are denied vulgarity, have to find refuge in bad puns.
Per Ardua Ad Astra VATHER H. J. R. Wyatt, Principal A Catholic Chaplain, South East Asia Air Command. has sent me a copy of Astra, the first number of a little Catholic magazine he is editing. It's surprising that this part of the R.A.F. motto has not been used before for an R.A.F. publication (perhaps it has), but hardly more surprising than the job of work which Fr. Wyatt has pulled off. In two colours, excellently printed, and with good photos, here is a magazine printed in Ranchi that makes our mouths over here water.
Here is one of the lighter bits, called " Meet the Pests," who might be part of the " ardua " through which we climb " ad astra."
Mike, the Mass-mister—he gives six full days to himself and begrudges a few minutes to His Maker on the seventh. Big-hearted, isn't he?
Charlie, the Curser—if he could not use God's name, he would be speechless And that would be a blessing.
Dick, the Dirty Picture Fiend—his heart is like the pictures . . foul Steve, the Smut-Slinger—has a mouth like a sewer, and his mouth merely speaks out of the abundance of his heart, which must be like a midden.
Will. the Welcher—borrows your cash and forgets all about it. What a pal! JOTTER