12 MARCH 1943, page 9

Sacrament

LAY hand on hand, bow low the head My heart, again the blackbirds sing. Take, hungry spirit, wine and bread, The blessed Sacrament of Spring. ANNF. RIRRV.......

Nettles

By SIR STEPHEN TALLENTS “ "OUT why do nettles grow?" A little town girl on her first D visit to the country, being stung by a nettle, put that question to her parents. I......

Somewhere In Scotland

By RALPH CRISPIAN M UFFLED in clammy mackintoshes, our hands ice-cold in wet, stiff gloves, our feet freezing in too big gum-boots, with colds in our heads and raindrops on our......