WHEN A few months old I was brought by my parents to a little grey manse on the Fife coast. It was a square stone house standing in a big garden, with a railway behind it, and in front, across a muddy byroad, a linoleum factory, a coal pit and a ropewalk, with a bleaching works somewhere in the rear.By LORD TWEEDSMUIR24 min
LONDON, May 20. (By cable)—A month or so ago I journeyed to Oxford to take part in a debate at the Oxford Union. My old friend Colonel Baptist Johnston, of Toronto, was staying with me, and scrounging a little extra petrol, we drove to the ancient town through a countryside made unbelievably lovely by the kindliest spring the Old Country has enjoyed for years.By Beverley Baxter9 min
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