Bins labelled " pig-food " are appearing in a good
man, villages and towns as receptacles for household waste which has the potentialities of bacon inherent in it. I am in danger of becoming a rather similar receiving-station—in this case for various kinds of paper which (in the light of some recent remarks) thoughtful readers believe I should welcome as examples of waste. First mention (space will probably make it the only mention) is due this week to a collection of sixteen O.H.M.S. foolscap envelopes, all (I think) sent by the same post ; all from the same sender (a Command-Paymaster) ; all to the same addressee (a firm of provincial solicitors), except three, which were to clients of the solicitors, c/o the solicitors; each containing a cheque, except that some contained more than one, for there were twenty-one cheques altogether. Waste of paper, waste of sorters' time, overloading of postmen (assuming that this sort of thing is done by the thousand). Let Captain Margesson fight that out with Lord Beaverbrook and Mr. W. S. Morrison. One more point. `; My attention has been drawn "—time-honoured formula—to a sumptuous monthly publication dealing with aircraft production. The November issue (just received) weighs 151 oz. It contains 64 pages of editorial matter and 92 of advertisements—the latter referring for the most part to commodities not available, I should have supposed, for ordinary supply at all, since their manufacturers must be working under Government orders. Evidences of such prosperity are heartening—but is there paper to spare for advertisements in the relation of close on 3 to 2 to reading. matter?
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