15 SEPTEMBER 1950, Page 3

To me the curious thing about tny home-grown, home- cured

tobacco, of which I have just smoked the first two ounces, is that it not only looks like iobacco, but it tastes like tobacco as well. As I puff—still rather incredulously—away I derive from the consciousness of a Swiss Family Robinson autarchy an agreeable glow ; but this harmless emotion is not, I am sorry to say, that which predominates, my liveliest satisfaction being due to the firm conviction that I am in some obscure way scoring off Sir Stafford Cripps.