A SPECTATOR'S NOTEBOOK
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S I dtove back to London, my head was literally buzzing," wrote the Marquess of Donegall after interviewing Lord Burghley for the first issue of the Recorder. I found myself the prey to a somewhat similar sensation after reading the paper. The first new recruit for 23 years to the ranks—during that time grievously depleted—of the London dailies, the Recorder started life on Tuesday with a fund of goodwill at its command. Its first issue made very heavy inroads on that fund. The make-up Was tatty and misprints abounded (of Mr. Oliver Lyttelton it was said on the front page: " questions array and deflect him "). Teething troubles would be easier to overlook if the paper were not pervaded by a kind of jejune tastelessness. After describing Mr. John Gordon's mauling of poor Sir John Gielgud as " both dignified and pungent," it went on " Why are so many middle-aged male stars in the British theatre unmarried ? We do not ask that question frivolously."
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