A Naive View IT was amusing to note the simple • expectations of those journalists who were interested in the attack on THE CATHOLIC HERALD in two national newspapers. One agency obviously expected that all the Catholic papers would indignantly reply as one man. 1-lannen Swatter declared that " the Roman Catholic papers would be angry " because of the attack. How little they know us! At the same time, one is grateful to one of 'our contemporaries who very correctly refused to comment, but immediately printed a couple of notes which, if anything, went further than we did on the same subject.
ACTUALLY there was an extraordin ary identity of view between our Catholic papers between the years 1935 to 1939. Any outsider would have imagined that they were all following a prescribed policy. Of course it was not so. In fact the same outlook, especially in foreign affairs, was reached independently by each paper without any kind of consultation with the others and without any direction. Under pressure of war, however, we all grow a sort of natural camouflage so that we shall not be too conspicuous. I leave readers to decide which are most successful in this mode of self-defence. 1 was pleased, however, to read that the editor of one of our contemporaries pleads for unpopular stands by Christians in democracies. E.g., in regard to Russia?
COMING up to town in the train on • Monday my hour was fully spent reading and re-reading some twenty pages. The editor writes above about revolution and reaction in the eyes of the daily paper columnist. I wonder what Mr. Cummings would think of Dorothy Sayers' Why Work? (Methuen, Is.). Is it violent revolution or violent reaction? Anyhow it is violent—as violent against churchmen who have forgotten that man best serves God by serving the work God calls him to do (instead of skimping the work and compensating by prayer and fasting), as it is violent against a society in which men work to live instead of living to work. I do believe Miss Sayers has got hold of something really fundamental, and I like particulatly her suggestion that even the unemployment problem will be solved if men put the perfection of the work before everything else. As she says, that happens in war-time. Aeroplanes aren't made to be re-sold, they are made to fly as perfectly as men know how, whatever the cost.
In 1811 T HAVE received the following letter A from P. Byrne, of Kilkenny :— ln connection with "Jotter's " refer
enec to the attendance of an officer at a sei vise, the following should be read: Horse Guards, July 5, 1811, No. 211. General Order.
In consequence of the operation of the Act for allowing the mutual interchange of the British and Irish Militias, His Royal Highness, the Commander-in-Chief, is pleased to direct that the Commanding Officers of Regiments shall be particularly attentive that no soldier professing the Roman Catholic religion shall be subject to any punishment for not attending the Divine Worship of the Church of England: and that every such soldier shall be at full liberty to attend the worship of Almighty God, according to the forms prescribed by his religion, when military duty does not interfere.
By Command of His Royal Highness, the Commander-in-Chief.Henry Calvert, A.G.
Another Experience Another Experience GERRY Sherry, Y.C.W. Leader, writes: " I read with interest your remarks about the chap in the R.A.F. and the National Day of Prayer. I had a similar experience on that day. Funnily enough, I was the only one out of about 1,000 lined up in a field who objected, and when I got away with it about 30 other Catholics fell out. I don't think they would have bothered if someone had not set the ball rolling. The only unpleasant remarks passed by the officer in charge was that I was a ' rebel ' and a ' bolshie,' and that one service was as good as another. Thank God I wasn't shoved in the clink, although 1 would have preferred to go rather than stay."
Rissoles—Hot and Cold I BEG to differ with the writer in the Star Man's Diary who said the rissoles at the Foyle literary luncheon were cold, says one of our reporters. They were hot and served at such express speed that I was splashed with the gravy. Incidentally, this is the one type of food I avoid like the plague when I order my own meals. I certainly agree that the speeches began too late and lasted too long and, in fact, did not " belong" to a luncheon, but rather to a public hall. The Cardinal, vigorous and forthright as ever, made a strong appeal for more books for the forces" Not all solid reading, but good thrillers " as well; Father Martin d'Arcy, looking more eagle-like than ever, made a speech that certainly did not " go " with synthetic rissoles; and Mr. Robert Speaight, in characteristic solemn vein, intoned in that golden
voice of his that is so pleasant to listen to that it distracts from what he is saying.
J confess that Mr. Douglas Woodruff gave me something of a jolt when he referred to the Cardinal blushing for the wearers of his " college colours "Cardinal Richelieu and other worldly Eminences.
Maigre Meals AFTER sampling, in company with diplomats and members of Allied Governments, some of the dishes at the finals of the five allied nations' cookery demonstration in London last week, I came to the conclusion that Friday—if only our English cooks would take a lesson from their Continental opposite numbers—need have no further terrors for Catholics. The days of white flannel cod and soggy potatoes as the main Friday dish need never return. In their place could be kluski with Polish cabbage, which is a mixture of grated cabbage, apple and tomato—the kluski, a delicate dumpling that is no kind of relation to our formidable national variety. Jugoslav Cheese Gabanic, Greek Potato Kepte (which won the first prize) and Viennese Potato Apfelstrudel would turn a day of abstinence into a gourmet's feast. And the cost—
about sixpence. .
National and Papal Colours T" " cooks" at this event included a Polish woman M.P., Madame Korfanty. The room was gay with the costumes of Greece, Czechoslovakia, Austria (Free!), Jugoslavia and Poland. I recognised in one of the costumes a friend who is a member of the Polish Ministry of Information, and she told me that its colours were those used by the Papal Guard at the Vatican. It appears that in the sixteenth century the Primate of Poland had his palace in the district of Lowicz. He went on a pilgrimage to Rome, and was so struck by the Papal Guards' uniforms that he decided to introduce them into his own household. The idea spread to the people of Lowicz, and it was later incorporated into the national dress. Sequel in 1918, when a large Polish pilgrimage went to visit the Holy Father, with the Lowicz contingent wearing their national—and Papal—colours.