This is much to be regretted, but I'm not without the hope
That our publicists and statesmen may enlarge their mental scope
By frequenting entertainments where the pleased spectators rock
At the antics of George Robey or the drolleries of Grock.
So, conversely, Charlie Chaplin, in a later, mellower phase,
May attain to the enjoyment of Elizabethan plays,
And, when economic problems on his jaded palate pall,
Recognise that there is something in our William after all.
Extract from a lover's letter, read recently in court:—