SOME OF MY BEST FRIENDS ARE SCOTS SIR,—How well Highlander
describes himself when endeavouring to besmear his fellow Scots. The phrases, 'cringing fellow' and 'spirit of a menial,' suit him admirably and mark him as a nauseous sycophant afraid to sign his own name. See him curry favour with the vapourings of Miss Robertson by dividing his country and sheltering in what he deems the, better and more favoured part. How venom-smeared are his fatuous remarks, and infantile his knowledge of history and race! Unaware that the South-West of Scotland has more Goidelic blood than much of the so-called Highlands, or that Gaelic was spoken in Ayrshire in the sixteenth century and sur- vived till the eighteenth century in neighbour- ing Galloway, he babbles about a divided nation, not knowing we are all of Anglo- Celtic-Norse blood, and that the fiction of
Highland and Lowland is jusi fiction. With what oily unction he angles for Miss Robert- son's approval, quite unaware that not even a sycophant Highlander can make all Robert- sons spring from Clan Donnachaidh blood! Stranger still it is how Miss Robertson and Highlander deliberately attempt to smear a friendly nation, which since the Union has fought and bled shoulder to shoulder with its English comrades.
As one who loves and admires the English I say to Robertson and the sycophant : Desist and cut it out! Or else say plainly that you hate all Scots (for no reason except that they are not English), and the English who do not hate the Scots will with contempt condemn and understand.—Yours faithfully,
JAMES K. R. DOAK
16 Botanic Crescent, Glasgow, NW *
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