(Rev.) J. Stonor Brooke.
Vis inertiæ.
Lotus Lodge, Limpsfield.
Sir,—A victim since birth to congenital lassitude, which has rendered all labour, whether manual or mental, distasteful, nay, intolerable to me, I find myself at the age of 41 so out of touch with the spirit of strenuous effort which has invaded every corner of our national life that I am anxious to confer on the State or, failing that, some meritorious millionaire the privilege of providing for my modest needs. A snug sinecure with a commodious residence and a good car—cheap American motors are of course barred—represent the indispensable minimum.
I am, Sir, yours faithfully,
Everleigh Slack.
Some day, says the President of the Aero Club, we shall be able to go into a shop and buy a pair of wings. But we can do that already; the only difficulty is to fly with them.
"Gentleman, middle aged, would be glad of a few correspondents (40 to 60)."
T. P.'s Weekly.