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London Life | 1937

"Blackpool Girl" Opens Fire On Everybody

Dear Sir, - Here are a few brickbats to begin with, and a nice large one for conceited "Leon", who breeds cats and wants to see animal stories in "London Life"

Look here, "Leon," do you, or don't you, read the daily papers? There are enough pet's corners and animal stories to delight your heart, without entreating the Editor of this paper to let you fill valuable columns with your particular non-sense. Ever since you began writing to the Editor you have wanted to re-model "London Life" nearer to your hearts desire, quite irrespective what other readers want.

Don't you realise that if "London Life" wasn't just as it is, we wouldn't buy it? You get your share of Readers' Forum space but all you do in your letters is grumble. If it's not girls and their interest that are wrong, its something else. All who write are out of step but you, if we are to believe your letters and you won't agree with anybody. It may be spite, or it may be your honest convictions; but whatever it is, "chuck it," as we say in the Lancaster vernacular. If you don't like "London Life", buy another paper with your precious sixpence.

Hope that this brickbat raises a nice large bump on your ego, my lad!

Admires their Courage.

May I give a few bouquets to brave monopedes who retain their attraction and daintiness despite their handicap? Having the whole legs myself, and being a bit of a coward, I am afraid that if some accident happened to rob me of one that I should be woeful enough to let my appearance run to seed. All the same, I don't agree with Wallace Stort when he says that monopedes should make a feature of their stumps. After all, it does harass and worry the general public to see an infirmity paraded.

I don't want, by the above sentences, to hint that my admiration for these brave people is mixed with censure, for it is not; but I am not in entire agreement with Mr. Stort after reading his "At the Moignon D'Or" most carefully.

I know a monopede - her name, Dawn, is as lovely as herself but she agrees that the true art of monopeding is to conceal the deficiency as much as possible and, to this purpose, uses a slender metal crutch of silver colour which harmonises well with all her gowns, which come to below the knee.

I gave her the "Moignon D'Or" story to read, and she is contemplating writing a long letter to you, setting forth her own views on the subject.

Dawn is a very popular girl among our set, and is so nimble that her infirmity is hardly ever noticed; and strangest of all, she is a leading light of the local hiking club! If that isn't courage, and a noble victory over a malignant fate, I would like to know what it is; but I perhaps rather let her write her own opinion to you.

Now I have a few words to say to "Libran."

One in the Eye for "Libran."

"Libran" doubts the power and sway of women's Masonic lodges, and whether or not they are the real thing. I maintain that they are, and here's the proof.

There was once an official woman "Brother" of the male lodge, a Mrs. Aldworth (nee Miss St. Leger, daughter of Lord Doneraile), who was initiated in the eighteenth century. Legend say that she hid in a cupboard at a lodge meeting, and when she was discovered the masons had no option than to initiate her. Whether the version of the legend is true or not, I don't think that there is the slightest doubt that the lady actually did become a member of the Masonic lodges.

Of the women's lodges in England, blonde Mrs. Seton Challon was installed as Most Worshipful Grand Master of the H. F. A. F. in the Temple of the Mather Lodge at St. Ermin's, Westminster, in 1934.

Statistics tell us that the world-wide membership of Masonry is approximately 5,000,000, and about 1,000,000 "unofficial" Masons exist, including a group of American negroes.

The importance of the women's lodges is evident, whether men agree or not; and physically women are so constituted that they make the very best Masons, especially when it comes to the esoteric side of the craft.

Any answer from "Libran" to that, or does he still sneer at us now? He's a bit like "Marquis of the Old Regime." If he doesn't like a thing, he will pretend that it does not exist, in typical Libra fashion. Should the world be composed of Librans, progress would stand still. Look at China for proof of that.

China has stand still for centuries, and that is ruled by Libra. Librans may be good lovers, impartial judges and mercy loving, but they are very obstinate people when it comes to any matter which they do not approve of; and that, I think, is the secret of "Libran's" attack on "Inquisitive Student."

Well, Mr. Editor, I've rambled on a bit, but I do like may say along with the rest. So here's the letter, hoping that you will see fit to print the same at an early date. I am very glad that we are getting some new topics for debate; it livens up the Readers' Forum and makes things hum.

I shall be writing to you again at a very early date, I hope, as soon as I have anything new to say, and in the meantime would like the correspondents I have mentioned to reply to this letter of mine.

Wishing you all the best,

Yours truly,

Blackpool Girl.


London Life October 2, 1937 pp. 23 - 24
London Life | 1937