Oscar Wilde once polished off an epigram to the effect that selfishness is not doing what one pleases but in trying to make others do what one pleases. Be that as it may, this genial writer can't help offering suggestions for others to read anymore than he can refrain from bouncing in delightedly on some unsuspecting lecture which offers the unusual. Besides he hasn't burst into print for a long time and probably won't again until this serious business of guiding his youthful adherents into entertaining classrooms begins again.

So, having decided to mind everyone else's business, including the book reviewers', and with the unpleasant premonition that only a few more days of peace and quiet remain before the prospect of another term's work, the Vagabond insists on telling what reading should occupy the gentleman of leisure, until Monday.

Now there's "Saki". Anyone who hasn't read "Saki" (the pen-name of H. H. Munro, an Englishman killed in the War) should, and anyone who has read him will do so again without any blurbs from the Vagabond. "Saki" is the entrepreneur between Englishmen and morals and a delighted audience. He is the epitome of sophisticated wit, a judicious mixture of cynicism and sentiment, and charming withal. His good-natured satire falls as lightly on milord and lady as on the foibles of the charwoman next door.

To prove his point, the Vagabond begs only to let "Saki" speak for himself in "Toys of Peace" and "Beasts and Super-Beasts", two volumes of his short, short stories. A. A. Milne said of him: "I introduce you to "Saki", confident that ten minutes of his conversation will have given him the freedom of your house." The Vagabond heartily seconds it!