13 APRIL 1956, Page 7

MISS BARBARA CARTLAND, Who may in the idiom of publishers'

blurbs be described as the daughter of Mrs. Gerald Legge's grandmother, is by no means the kind of lady to hide her twinkle under a bushel. She has already advertised a book of hers by sending round a touting card from which 'a commercial sentimentality dripped as stickily as treacle. Now she is adver- tising her column in a Sunday newspaper. A friend of mine has received a postcard with this on the back : '1 am now writing every week in the Sunday. Dispatch. I am very out- spoken and I do hope you will read what I have to say— Barbara Cartland.' The front is decorated with a photograph of Miss Cartland—in the same style. PHAROS