Poetry
A Farewell THE morning wakes across the fields this day that I must go, Washing with gold the mist-grey skies, and the grey tors below, Where the white fingers of a stream are......
Caravan Holidays
[To the Editorh f 0, t h e SPECTATOR.] Sia,—In your last Travel Notes (I think in April) you asked readers who had caravanned ' . to write concerning their experiences ; hence......
A Summer Camp For The Boys' Brigade [to The Editor
of the SPECTATOR.] Sin,—The summer weather is causing most of us to think of holidays spent in the open air by the sea or on the moor. No one is looking forward more eagerly to......
Holidays For Women Workers [to The Editor Of The...
Sin,—I appeal once more to the readers of the Spectator to support the Women's Holiday Fund (started in 1879) in their work of sending tired London women workers for a short......
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