14 APRIL 1939, Page 20

SELECTED PREDICTIONS

[To the Editor of THE SPECTATOR]

Sm,—Unlike your reviewer, I do not rub my eyes when I read that Lord Rothermere states that he is prepared to believe in Hitler's promises—nor do I do so when I see his Lordship carefully balancing himself on his head in the middle of Fleet Street. My hand goes a little higher than my eyes and taps my forehead—and I continue on my way to find something more interesting at which to look.—I am, Sir, your obedient The Burnside Hotel, Bowness-on-Windermere, Westmorland.