OUR Spanish Correspondent tells me of the following incident on the evening of the Victory Parade: "In the evening, he writes, when I got back to the flat of the Spanish friends who were putting me up, I found my host's small boy jumping about excitedly. "Now for the bonfire, Papa!" he was shouting. His father took a bundle out of the cupboard and showed it to me. It consisted of twenty-eight thousandpeseta notes in Red currency that had been issued since July, 1936, and were worth exactly zero (as only the notes dating from before the war were recognised and changed by the banks after the defeat of the Reds). " They represent my fees as a lawyer over the last two years here in Madrid," he explained as he burnt them, one by one, with the help of the eight-year-old son. " We are ruined," he added, " but happily I am young enough to work hard, and we have health and hope as a capital to build on! Our bank note bonfire is our little contribution to the victory festivities."
" Gonged " on Pilgrimage
IFyou have to he " gonged " for exceeding the speed-limit, when better than when hastening to a pilgrimage? Such was my misfortune on Sunday, and I am now wondering whether to plead this as an excuse to the magistrate! The police were very nice and, seeing " Walsingham Pilgrimage " on the car, kindly supposed that I must have failed to see the speed limit notice!
WORSE was the case of our Liverpool representative who, travelling cross-country, was met by the police in a King's Lynn hotel and informed that he was wanted in connection with I.R.A. troubles! All he could mutter in horror was "But I ant going on a pilgrimage to Our Lady of Walsingham! However, a few minutes' further conversation and reference to papers settled the matter satisfactorily. The pollee, like the L.N.E.R. train from London, must have gone on the wrong line somewhere and, no doubt, arrived more than an hour late.
Russian Summer School
THE Russian Summer School in Cambridge may prove a Success, since Russia is in the news and people are anxious to know moss about her. Fr. Ryder, S.J., its initiator, is as yet uncertain whether he will be able to participate, as before the summer is out
he may be sent to another mission field in connection with Russia.
Mgr. Alexander Evreinoff, who had a distinguished diplomatic career before his ordination, is the Russian Bishop who may possibly come, if his duties in Rome permit him. Should he be present, a Pontifical Mass would be sung for the first time in England by a Russian Catholic Bishop, an event of paramount interest for students of Eastern liturgies.
Ads and Policy
THERE have been shrieks of indignant protest at Dean Inge's statement that English Jews influence Press policy by threatening to withdraw their advertising custom from pro-German or nonanti-German newspapers. "No large advertiser conversant with newspaper tradition would attempt pressure of this kind," writes one prominent Daily, and Sir William Crawford says the same. It doesn't seem to occur to anyone that the attempt to exercise such pressure is natural. If you haled the policy of a paper, would you help it to prosper by giving it valuable advertisements? If so, it would prove that you value your money more than your faith.
If I were a Jew I would protest loudly at the protests.
Dean Inge was paying a compliment to British Jews and indicting the system under which the Press depends upon advertising goodwill rather than upon serving the public properly. And how long can a paper hold out against such pressure.?
A S for the existence of advertising PI, pressure, I can give a good example, though I shall not mention names. Some years ago the film critic of a big newspaper made some disparaging remarks about the control of the British film industry. Next week all film advertisements were withdrawn. Result: sack of critic and restoration of ads. And why not? The system is to blame, not the advertisers who are courted week by week for the favour of keeping papers going.
TALKING of Press reticence, why did The Ti»irs omit the name of Messrs. Woolworth in their report of the Georgian Group Annual Report? The name became three dots. Yet it was printed in full in the original, a copy of which was no doubt sent by the Group.
A CORRESPONDENT suggests, in I–% view of the revelation made last week that Algernon means " the whiskered one," our Algys should in future be called Whiskies. Schoolboys please copy.
Hitler and the Dancer
IT is not so long ago that a priest recommended the Daily Sketch from the pulpit as a paper which bad " denounced explicitly the crude sensationalism and indecency of other journals." But lately this denunciation seems to have been quietly forgotten. There is not much these days that the Daddy sketch, has to learn in the way of sensationalism.
Last Saturday, front and back pages were filled by an interview, printed in bold one-sentence paragraph style, with Miriam Verne: " Hitler's Dancer Friend." Under the heading, " Almost in Love," Daily Sketch readers got the following crisp statement from Miriam: " I was frightened when I first met him • . but now . I think I . . . I almost feel that I'm ... no, he's such an important man . . I should not say it at all. I am only an artist and he is so great, but . . well, I'll say this . . "—shyly—"I admire him tremendously, I would not dare to say more . . "
THE interviewer, Vivien Batchelor, supplements Miss Verne's revelations with comments nicely calculated to tickle the imagination of the typist on the 8.42. This is typical: " What do they do when they are alone? According to Miriam they discuss the show, her dancing and music. So far she has not visited Hitler at the Eagle's Nest, Hitler's hill-top home." This to our shame is English journalism, 1539. I wonder what would have been the reactions in this country if a German newspaper had printed an interview with Mrs Simpson, in similar style to the Daily Sketch interview in the days before the Abdication.
I wonder also when next the Daily Sketch will be recommended from the pulpit.
THOUGH I ani told that Bernard Wall,
because of other plans, will no longer edit Colosseum., I am delighted to see that the popular review is still alive.
The publishers tell me that it is more alive than ever in the sense that it is selling to more people. The latest issue certainly shows plenty of vitality, with Bernard Wall himself continuing to write many pages, assisted by such names as Robert Speaight, Kunneit-Lcddihn, and the coming American Catholic critic. Ross J. Floffmann.
Patriotism in Dorset
JUST after I had read the Archbishop of Bombay's very gracious and eloquent support of our peace appeal (I think I may reveal that it was accompanied by a note telling us that no message to the paper ever came with such feeling and sincerity on the part of the sender) I was informed by our circulation department that a parish in Dorset had discontinued having the CATHOLIC HERALD On sale outside the church because of its pro-German tendency. Quite like 1914! I shall look to that parish for a good crop of new Belgian atrocities and the launching of the "Hang Hitler!" slogan in due course.
Number Plate Drama
WALKING along a London street the other day, I read the following dramatic story on the number plates of five cars that passed me in immediate succession: ALE. CUR! BLA! BYE. DUL!
Wise And Otherwise
"Britain has the greatest. cleanest and best Press in the world, and It is above suspicion."—Sir William Crawford.
"From its first days Christianity has often been urged to take the wrong road. Even its Founder was invited to perform certain spectacular actions as a ready means of commanding attention for His message. But He resisted that temptation, and we do well, in this as in other respects, to follow His example."—A ' Times " Leader.