6 AUGUST 1948, Page 4

I claim incidentally to have discovered the perfect, indeed the

only, reading-matter to take with you to a cricket match. It's no good taking a book or a magazine that you want to read, because you can't keep your mind on them, and it's no good taking trash because you won't even try. Classified advertisements are the answer. You don't have to keep the place, there is plenty of variety, and the things that people want to buy or sell arouse a mild curiosity which—coupled with the faint hope that you may come across a bargain yourself—is just enough to make you glance down and read two or three items in the short truces between overs. For those who

knit it is, of course, possible to lead an even fuller life.