Say what you will of Mr. Redford, he never deprives us of the kiss.
Gladys (who has been told she may see her convalescent Daddy, but fails to recognise him with ten days' growth of beard). "Mummy, Mummy, Daddy's not there; but there's a burglarer in his bed."
WATER ON THE BRAIN.
Some interesting revelations have been published in The Daily Mail on the tonic effect of the bath on our greatest workers, notably stockbrokers, novelists and actors.
Mr. Arthur Bourchier declared that he read plays in the bath and that the best results were obtained by those selected either in the bath or on a long railway journey. "A man," he added, "is always at his best in his bath." Again, Mr. Charles Garvice, the famous novelist, said that he always felt intensely musical while having his bath, though the ideas for his stories came chiefly while he was shaving.
We are glad to be able to supplement these revelations with some further testimony from the élite of the world of letters.
Mr. Clement Shorter, in the course of an interesting interview, spoke eloquently on the daily renewal of the bath. From the day when he first became a Wet Bob at Eton he had never wavered in his devotion to matutinal and vespertinal ablutions. In fact, his philosophy on this point might be summed up in the quatrain:—