us how things happened,
or, at any rate, how it seemed they happened, but the reason why of things
they had to leave to others. In this book we really do get at the why, and
even more the why not, of the magnificent failure. Of actual incident and
human interest General CALLWELL'S account, which in a sense is only
supplementary to the others, adds little to our previous knowledge. The
only point of the sort I picked up is his notice of the characteristic
reluctance shown by Anzacs to report themselves as sick when urged to do so
with a view to the gradual removal of troops without withdrawal of entire
units. It is hardly necessary to add that the author is an old literary
hand, with a pleasantly clear and luminous style of his own, though one is
free to admit he splits his infinitives almost as much as Sir IAN HAMILTON
split his forces, and with less justification.

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In the very improving books which I had to read long ago the hero or
heroine usually had a cross to bear. They bore it with great fortitude, and
frequently died young. When therefore I opened Mr. JEROME K. JEROME'S _All
Roads Lead to Calvary_ (HUTCHINSON) I fancied I knew what to expect. I read
that _Joan Allway_ was possessed of remarkable beauty, a "Stevensonian
touch" and suitable introductions to editors and newspaper proprietors, and
that from the pulpit of a column in the evening Press, with her photograph
at the top, she attempted to reform the world. I don't know how the
photograph came out, but there was apparently no martyrdom so far.
Afterwards she began to encourage and inspire _Robert Phillips_, a Labour
M.P. and future Cabinet Minister, and at the same time to be kind to and
educate _Mrs. Phillips_, who was good-natured, vulgar and middle-aged.
Falling gradually in love with the politician, she withdrew only just in
time, nursed in a French hospital, married a journalist friend and settled
down happily with him to reform a little bit of the world at a time, and
that the part nearest to hand. And now I am left wondering what _Joan
Allway's_ cross was. Would avoiding the Divorce Court be counted the
roughest path of self-denial in a moral anecdote of to-day?

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_Running Wild_ (SIMPKIN) is the expressive title of a collection of
child-memories by the late Mr. BERTRAM SMITH, whom readers of _Punch_ will
remember by the pseudonym "BIS." They can here learn from a sym