3 AUGUST 1951, page 9

Tourists, Oxford, 1951

THE crumbling walls receive Their annual renewal, by the sight Of a thousand searching eyes. Cameras flicker: I am pinned Lepidopterous in the arch Of my staircase, and......

The Colonel

By BRUCE RENTON T HE middle-aged gentleman was really an ex-enemy colonel with a false name. The emigre needed some money, told a policeman, and had him arrested. But that seems......

Women At The Wicket

By ROBERT HUDSON D URING the past week many thousands of people have been introduced through the medium of television to the novel spectacle of women playing cricket. The......