" MY STATUS."
[To ME EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR."] 8111,—Your contributor 1' E. B.'s " article will hale delighted many husbands. For males, too, are of two kinds. Readers of the New Arabian Nights will remember that Harry Hartley would anywhere have been entrusted with a teapot, even in a feminine tea-party. Yet he finally " married Prudence, and set sail for Bendigo, or according to another account, for Trincomalee, exceedingly content, and with the best of prospects." Prudence, seemingly, had more sense of humour than her husband, and, it must be admitted, showed some daring in linking her fortunes with his. But he and his class, male or female, have usually " the best of prospects." An irresponsible sense of humour may be a handicap, and those who can take the right ordering of a teapot seriously are like enough to be earnest and trustworthy in the other trifles of which our ordinary existence is composed. It is in times of extraordinary stress that your humorist is apt to display a surprising faculty of serious action, and may, on occasion, reveal himself (or herself) a leader of men and women. " E. B.'s " charming article comes pat in war time. Life sits heavy on us all for the moment, and our sense of fun is blunted by many anxieties. " E. B." happily reminds us of the good time ahead, when our heroes shall return bearing
sheaves of smiles—and victory.—I am, Sir, &c., J. D. A.
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