OUR LONDON LETTER

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 675, 29 May 1929, Page 10

OUR LONDON LETTER

Madge

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My Dears. — Of course, everybody is just too dropsical with the forthcoming tions to thin* of anything but who will top the poll—though why they call it by that absurd name I haven't the shadiest. They say that this is the quietest and best behaved electiou they've had in living memory, and I suppose they ought to know but you never can teli. Lady X said that, too. and my dears she should be able to remember long enough for she’s 60 if she’s a day and so droll. . . . She thinks nothing of telling everybody that now the flapper vote has come into force she really can’t think who she'll vote for. Isn't it simply too. —and her being ninety if she's a minute.' I remember her at school and she was always the same. Of course, my teeny-weeny voice in the election will not be beard, though if I was old enough to vote. I am sure l should throw my little weight in the scales for dear brave Lady Astor. . . . I mean, honestly, I think she's perfectly heroic! She actually rushed at a Union organiser, the big brute, and tried to knock off his hat! I mean, just imagide a man being gauche enough to come up and try to speak to her with his hat on!

And Betty Balfour, that darling film actress! I think she is ecstatically clever! She presided at a huge meeting of those big rough workers and. my dears. actually told them that she was going to put her shirt on Mr. Fredman, the Labour candidate. Of course, she was thrillingly naughty. and all those men must have been , utterly agog and thought she would do it there and then, and must have got a perfectly gangrenous impression of the Upper Classes when she didn't do what she promised. I mean, bolshevism and all that. . . . x " I

Besides, I know that quite recently she bought some of the daringest shirts at Lady M’s new place in Bond Street and paid the most sinister prices for them, and I am certain that Mr. Fredman would have looked just too devastating in one of them and would have got all the flappers’ votes. Apropos of this, I must tell you about Lord Birkenhead’s latest. At one of his meetings he threatened to throw a mail down stairs!

I mean, wouldn’t it be just too engulphing to have an M.P. who got* round throwing men down stairs!

And supposing he was in the House of Commons and started throwing other M.P.’s down stairs. I expect it would become a sort of passion with him, but. my dears , wouldn’t he be too delirious as a sheik!