Honours Sir : Your leading column and Hug h Trevor-Roper's 'Honour
bright' (5 JtI,1 both draw attention to the damage wreaKe on the whole concept of the honours sYsteill. and the need for immediate reform, if ills not to be consigned to ridicule forever. ,,. With the country fighting for its very ine and most of the world pouring verbal se° and contempt on us for our downright ability to compete in the world league °f h,ig nations on any subject you care to Otis,: the recent antics and posturings of a litt man and his publicity-seeking secretor); playing around with the honours list have reduced the whole idea to the status of 'putty medal'. As no serious film producer would eve.nr regard the idea other than as a comeclY I, the mould of Chaplin's The Great Diclal°'i or possibly a Goon script, it is doubtflj whether it would even be good box office' At the crossroads of our existence as aa respected nation, that Sir Harold WIISO should have consistently debased the qu&itY of our public life while in office, and in re a tirement, makes me, and many others, a.ta.tch of the injustice done to Edward Heath. his views on honours, and many other so jects, it is abundantly clear that there IS honour in the name of plain 'mister'. Sheila Burns
Winsome, 27 Peaks Hill, Purley, Surrey
Sir: With the recent publication of the tglifr Honours lists in mind, can any of Y° a readers supply the words of a satirical Piec,„ of verse which I believe was current to wards the end of World War I?
Each stanza ended with the line: dr
'He (or she) got the OBE, thank Go 5
onBlyutTthheey. were:
'Iconsisted of two line 'I had a friend who died at Mons. He did not get the OBE thank God! thank God!!' Lance Ha Field House, Hoveton St John, Norfolk
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