29 JULY 1911, page 10

A Comedy Of Flames.

I T was a day for children to play with buttercups, for lovers to walk lingeringly, for the old to deny that they had ever felt old. It took me some time, when the chauffeur was......

Flowering Weeds.

T HAT "grows like a weed" is said often enough of a handsome flower—not so often, perhaps, of a flower which is merely graceful or of a delicate colour. You cannot imagine the......