[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] am writing to protest
against the article in a recent issue of the Spectator, under the unwarrantably patronizing title, ." The Storm in the B.B.C. Cup." It is serious that, when intelligence and a living modern outlook are being banished from the B.B.C., a paper of the Spectator's calibre should join the hue and cry, if such an expression can be used of your contributor's self-righteous sniffs.
Unless the B.B.C. talks are to degenerate to the level of the evening papers, they must be run by " cliques" ; it is the Governors' business to vary the " cliques " and not to suppress them. The dismally personal attitude of your contributor is so depressing, " I'll not name no names . . . but . . . ." By all means let us allow the Book Society Heroes a say— second-rate, conventional liekspittles in rose-coloured spec- tacles must I suppose have their turn—but anything is better than the safe, general meanderings we may expect on the subjects of " Literature " and The Drama," if the B.B.C.'s present plan is carried out.
I am afraid the Spectator has backed the wrong horse as far as readers under forty are concerned, though no doubt them are many " Ilisgusteds," " Outraged Mothers " and " Old fashioned but Proud of it," who will approve its choice.—I am, Sir, &c.,
Doohat-Nembliss, Ireiand.- -