Of 1938 There are several good things in Pellissier's Follies of 1938, but as a whole it
failed to rouse enthusiasm. Perhaps the best items were the engaging, confidential little talks of Oliver Wakefield. A little slow for some tastes, his stammered explanations, his dropped bricks, his imitation of shy, inarticulate sincerity, were, to me, joy unalloyed.
Also worthy of mention were a skit on the B.B.C. Gardening Talks, a village choir in action—and what actionf—and the singing of John Peel, both plain and translated into the latest musical idiom.
Saville. F. B.