WITH PARLIAMENT RISEN and Goodwood ended, the Silly Season is
upon us. I have every sympathy with the news editors who have to fill their newspapers during August, and it is with no intent to mock them that I suggest that during the next four or five weeks we shall be able to read the following stories : 'Egg Fried on Whitehall Pavement' (this summer, as it has gone so far, suggests that it may be the first since the war when this glorious headline will reappear). 'Abon.inable Snowman Seen in Loch Ness,' 1'm Only a Little Home Girl, Says Starlet.' I shall look out for these in the Sunday papers. Of course, the truth is that the Silly Season really does not deserve its name. Hitler made some of his most dangerous moves when he knew that the grouse moors were open to British Ministers, and the pound has been devalued in the Silly Season before now. My own guess for the Headline-of- the-Silly-Season is 'Mr. Attlee Returns Home.'
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