Mr. Gilbert Frankau seems to be making a- vast amount
of pother about the failure of the Royal Society of Literature to elect his friend Mr. Dennis Wheatley to a Fellowship of that body. What seems to have happened is that nominations for fellowships were invited, and as was natural, and very desirable, the number of nominations exceeded the number of vacancies. Some therefore were chosen, and some necessarily not. Mr. Wheatley was among the latter. Does he actually mind so 'much ? I was in fact elected a Fellow myself not long since, but even if I had not there would still have been quite a lot of zest left in life. Both Mr. Frankau and Mr. Wheatley will no doubt adjust themselves in time.