24 MAY 1945, page 11

Poem Near The End Of A War

SEE over there, my son, above that willow tree, ∎ f That space of sky between those two white clouds, See how its shade is darkening? Look closer, pierce the haze of morning,......

Art

WHAT a real celebration of peaCe is this, which enables us to see once more symbols of -the semi-divinity of the human race, after five years of carnage. We can now visit at our......

Country Life

THE scenery of the little county of Huntingdon, which was once very familiar to me, seemed altered throughout by the large and numerous aerodromes, most concretely built, with......