GRUB STREET
[To the Editor of the SPEcr.vrolLi - Sm,—You may be interested- to know that one of the comedy stories submitted in your recent Short Story Competition, and which was honoured by being " commended," was written by a " down and out."
Picture him, anxiously perusing the Spectator last Friday, in the Free Library, with a wild hope that what he found there might pacify a landlord with an ejectment order over a trifle of rent. It was not to be, however, and much as the writer appreciated the honour of commendation by such a paper as the Spectator, his landlord had no use for it, being an unlettered, vulgar man.
Grub Street, you see, is still with us ; but-to-day it is-not gathered together in a felloWship of poverty, but scattered to the four winds of heaven, and any bleak suburban road or lodging-house might contain just such another as,-1 ant,
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