THE EDITOR BLUSHES

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THE EDITOR BLUSHES Sir,

Sir, Horror of horrrs–where’ my Moron SPORT ? First of the month and no Moron Seorcr—life without it is unthinkable Though the lig tree shall not blossom, Neither shall fruit be on the vines, The labour of the olive shall fail And the fields shall yield no wheat ; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls ; YET will I rejoice in MOTOR SPORT, 1 will joy in the Bodily of my

salvation.” (Habakkuk, 3, 17 dna 18 (revised).)

T. G. COCK.

London, E.14. * * *

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