The War Illustrated May 3is£, 1940 fe Min q A $Aam the,E d ito J ii’ taU 'itim e . Q ia A y I ->0R the information of my many thousand ^readers who are binding the weekly issues of "The War Illustrated” in volume form, the near approach of our fortieth number requires a word of explanation from Theme. first volume was completed with number 20, but as it is only too clear that certain economies in the weight of paper must be carried out by my publishers, it has been determined that we can best preserve a uniformity of volume by readjusting the quantity of weekly numbers for the succeeding volumes Thus Volume 2 will be complete with number 44 (and will contain the weekly issues numbered 21 to 44), and thereafter each volume will contain 26 of the weekly issues, thus providing for two volumes per annum. ?From the purely commercial point of view one might wish to see a considerable number of those volumes, the possession of which has already given so many thousands of readers unbounded satisfaction, as I have every reason to know from the great many letters which I personally receive. But I am actually hoping that the total number of volumes to which “The War Illustrated ”will run may not be many, and the intensity of the great battle at present engaged on the Western Front would seem to indicate an earlier end to the war than I for one had originally expected. But in these volumes, be they few or many, some of the greatest events in the history of the world will be fully and copiously illustrated and they will form a unique contemporary record of the furious and frightening times in which we live from day today T HAVE a weakness for a good phrase-maker. Not that I honestly think the ability to use the right word implies any commanding intellectual gift, else President Wilson of the U.S.A. would have been one of the greatest statesmen in history, for none ever rivalled him as a phrase-maker and I confess to no high opinion of his statesmanship. But I did warmly endorse“ Candidus ”in “The Daily Sketch ”this morning when he discovered the term “suppurates ”to describe the function of the “Daily Worker ”in the British press. Whole-hearted believer as I am in democratic ideals, I hesitate to suggest that our Government would be wise in suppressing this iniquitous and treasonable rag which befouls British journalism once every twenty-four hours. And yet in wartime, when everyone of us must temporarily surrender certain of our liberties, why should such subversive publications as 1 ‘Action, ’’which supports the misguided and mischievous Oswald Mosley, and the “Daily Worker,” which is the British mouthpiece of Stalin, be allowed complete freedom .so long to disturb the minds of decent British working folk? TT maybe that we have become a bit too civil—ized in developing affection for our dumb colleagues— “dumb ”is hardly the word for my pair of noisy Cairns, I may note in passing— in the travail of life upon “this third-rate planet ”(to quote Addington Symonds). For man in the raw is not necessarily a kindly creature. .General Carton de Wiart remarked the other day that the British do not take kindly to killing their fellow-men, whereas the Germans (history will support him despite my friend Hamilton Fyfe’s ingenious arguments to the contrary) are “born killers.” The Briton has to be roused to a high pitch of indignation before he is ready togo forth and slay. What our men in Norway have seen of the aerial Hun in his onslaught upon the ill-protected Norwegians (and now upon the open towns of Holland, Belgium and Northern France) will do the rousing, I hope—and then we’ll see !Ed i tor Sir John Hammerton Associate Editors G.S. Blaxland Stubbs (General) E. Royston Pike (Literary) J.R. Fawcett Thompson (Illustrations) Editorial Assistants 0. Lumley, D. Allmand, G. Holland, C. Bowen, A.B. Atkins, G. MacCormack, J. St. Denys Reed, Terence Dennis Editorial Offlees John Carpenter House, Whitefriars, London, E.C.4. “TS it a war play ?”the elderly •ladies-* ask when they come to book for the new show at a certain seaside theatre in which I take some interest “’Cause if so, I don’t want to see it.” I think “General Post,” by my friend, Harold Terry, who died (far too young) last year, suffered a little when the box office had to answer that it was about the last war. I do not sympathize with this too common effort to forget about the war. “General Post ”is a delightful satire on snobbery, far more topical in the last war than in the present, and I think it was a mistake of the producer’s to slip in a few allusions to Hitlerism which could not be else than anachronistic to the spirit of the comedy. But I vastly enjoyed the brilliant production, and was surprised to find how well the play had worn. I will admit that I should not care to see a revival of “Journey’s End,” but the war as a background is' as useful in comedy as -in tragic drama, and those who shrink from any mention of war are surely emulating the ostrich.\ NOTHER nature note. An ingenuous acquaintance of mine from Kimberley, South Africa, was home not long ago. He told me a lot about the Addo Bush, that great region of the Union which has been made a national reserve like the Yellowstone Park in America. It teems with wildlife and no One is allowed to shoot any animal there. Lion and elephant, antelope and zebra, all the fauna of South Africa, roam incomplete freedom and you can motor through their haunts without fear. Illllllllllllim IN THIS 111 Page In Bpmb-Shatt£red Louvain 565 Rage and Fury of the ‘Battle of the Bulge’ 566-569 The British Arm y’s Great Stand at Louvain 570 Nazi Invasion of Luxemburg 571 So Began the Greatest Tank Battle in History 572-573 The R.A .F.: ‘Stories of Matchless Courage ’574-576 Refugees from the Nazi Terror 577 Allies Fought Side by inSide France and Belgium 578-579 The Dutch Did All That Brave Men Could Do 580-531 British Navy to the Rescue of Holland in Distress 582-583 Allies Have More Ships than before the War 584 Yugoslavia’s Army Powerful to Defend 585 War Writes another Terrible Chapter for N amur 586“ I Was There ”Section 587-590 Historic Documents 591 Our Diary of the War 592 “Everything is as Nature meant it,” he explained, in his innocence, “and you can seethe zebras running about in herds and lions prowling around at the same time quite unconcerned.” As Nature meant it, indeed 1 What you cannot see (for I don’t suppose you may travel this great reserve with lighted cars at night) is the lions killing the zebras for their evening meals ...as Nature meant it 1 ? I was interested in the Addo Bush for another reason. Forty years Iago was “Uncle John ”to many thousands of boys and girls throughout the empire by virtue of my children’s page in a well-known provincial journal which I edited. One little girl, who lived near the Addo Bush and used to shoot elephants and write tome about her adventures in the most fascinating language—her name was laDe Rue, by the way—had one great ambition :to meet Uncle John !It happened that soon after I settled in London she came on a visit herewith her aunt, and her first place of call was my sanctum in Paternoster Row. I can see her now, a dark eyed, raven-haired, rosy-faced darling of about fifteen. Never shall I forget the look of dismay heron innocent, truthful face when she found that “Uncle John,” to whom over three years she had so often written, was a youthful, beardless fellow instead of the grey haired, bewhiskered, kindly old buffer she had visualized. Never !Her disappointment was so acute and so adorably displayed that both her aunt and I were quite embarrassed. And she had killed elephants !Ah me,she’d find me more like her mental picture today. But I ’m sure that if she still survives—as I sincerely hope and believe—she must be one of the loveliest mothers in South Africa. She will agree that I have one quality of the elephants that she used to shoot—a good memory. TN my recent trip to Scotland I was reminded of my early days when I had journalistic connexion with the movement for local veto, by discovering myself in a “dry area no”where kind of alcoholic drink is sold There are many such districts in Scotland, I am told, and it only indicates how little I have kept in touch with local conditions there that this should have come as anew discovery tome. The last time I hit a u dry area ’’was a good many years ago (before Prohibition) in the south of the United States where the car conductor, while our train was passing through that particular state, would neither sell an alcoholic drink nor allow those that had been sold before entering to be consumed I Years later, during Prohibition, I found it “wet ”everywhere !?These restrictions are at least evidence of the fact that in democratic countries the local majority still retain the right to regulate their own affairs. But one evidence of how the local veto can spoil a pleasant enterprise was the magnificent old castle in Stirlingshire converted into a superb country hotel, which had been closed up because its management had failed to persuade the local authorities to allow them to provide any form of refreshment other than “soft drinks.” T-JAVE just written ten cheques tonight in payment of local bills. Cost of postage, two shillings and a penny. So I have Jiad them all delivered by hand. This 2jd. postage can thus be turned into an economy. I suppose I ’ve two hundred such bills to pay per annum, all within a mile or so of my house. Wonder if it’s worthwhile making a practice Of hand delivery for the sake of an annual saving of a mere two guineas? I doubt it especially with a pillar-box at my door. But I can save two hundred envelopes and, with the paper famine upon us, that might be worthwhile !The War I l lust rate dis sold subject to the following conditions, namely,. that it shall not, without the written consent of the publishers first given be lent resold hired out or otherwise disposed o f byway of Trade except at the full retail price of 3 d .and that it shall not be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise disposed of in a mutilated condition orin any unauthorized cover byway o f Trade.