10 SEPTEMBER 1927, page 11

The Theatre

WHAT with oaths, knives, and guns there is certainly an atmosphere of bloodiness at the New Theatre. This "cave- man stuff" is a change from the nasty sophisticated plays that......

Town's Edge

Now rooks fly home above our stuccoed street To elms the builders spared. Their black wings beat Untidily, above our tidy shares Of garden ground, above our trim grass squares.......

Summer In The Hebrides

NA T BEN we we left the mainland at Mallaig for the voyage across the Minch, the sea was like a sheet of mother-of-pearl, whose shining surface was broken only by the puffins,......