Tins is a select gathering ot solicited articles, cultured, competent
and eminently civilised. Here ate articles under the best names on Art, Architecture Music, The Film (nothing on the Theatre), all illustrated with 'beautiful and well-produced pictures. It is in admirable taste—except for the production which exhibits the freak typography usual in recent magazines of this nature—there is nothing vulgar here, nothing stimulating, nothing provocative ; nothing is here for tears, or laughter (unless Mr. Duncan Grant's Europa and the Bull is delicate satire on the popular pin-up girl), or feeling of any kind. Oh for the passion of Shelley, the seriousness of Ruskin, the wit of Wilde. The price is prohibitive: if you can't buy bread, this i; still no substitute. It is not even food for thought.