It is for this reason that Mr. Arthur Balfour has sometimes been called Mr. Arthur Baffler. Puzzling, however, though he may be in many of his political manifestations, his writings are like a beacon in the gloom, and some day these simple chatty little booklets will surely gain the wide public which they deserve. "The Foundation of Bunkers," "A Defence of Philosophic Divots" and "Wood-wind and Brassies" should be read by all who are interested in belles lettres. And his latest volume of essays deals, I believe, with subjects so widely diverse and yet so enthralling as "Booty and the Criticism of Booty," "Trotsky's View of Russian World Policy," "Quizzical Research" and "The Freedom of the Tees."
The real pity is that with all his many and wonderful gifts Mr. Arthur Balfour has never felt the fiery enthusiasm of his Hatfield cousins. He remains, in fact, a salamander among the Sizzles.
K.
Retired Dealer in Pork. "How much do you want for it?"
Artist. "Fifty pounds."
Retired Dealer. "Right-o. Now could you do one of me in a reclining position, to match?"