26 MARCH 1954, Page 18

SIR,—I am impelled by Sir Compton Mackenzie to make a

confession.

I was born in 1892. Two or three years ago when filling up a form on a bumpy air voyage I wrote down 1829 by a slip. I waited, to see what would happen. Nothing.

The thing grew on me. Shown all over frontier posts, airport hotels and such like appear my declarations that I was born in 1298, 1982, 8291,. 1289 and other permuta- tions.—Yours faithfulfy, 3 Cowley Street, S.W.1