Editorial Office

Applicant for post as literary critic: Here are my credentials. Sir!—

Editor: Er—quite. But—er—biologically! Have you been fixed!—arrange—you understand what I mean?

Applicant: I'm afraid I don't.

Editor (sternly): Have you been made safe for the great British Public! Has everything objectionable been removed from you?

Applicant: In what way, quite!

Editor: By surgical operation. Did your parents have you sterilised!

Applicant: I don't think so. Sir, I'm afraid not.

Editor: Good morning! Don't trouble to call again. We have the welfare of the British Public at heart.

—D. H. Lawrence.