10 APRIL 1959, page 36

The Butcher Bird

At dawn beneath the risen sun The lizard scuttles to a stone, The wren rings in the hazelwood, The butterfly assaults the bud And the great bee drones till noon; When none but......

Dusty Answers

'ON vesting day,' said a Labour MP, 'I marched with a group of railwaymen from my con- stituency to the local railway station. We stood—. on the up platform—and sang "The Red......