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--when a touch of conventional pathos and pretended cynicism and a generous padding of humour, real or forced, provided sufficient relaxation from the strain of anxious hours. But the wisdom of republishing them in book form in these sober days of peace is open to question. When Mr. CALTHROP talks satirically of
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or of an earnest young American aviator who writes letters home in a United States dialect that was never heard on land or sea outside Bayswater, or of the war-time adventures of one _Mr. Mason_, skipper, and _Mr. Smith_, his mate, he is tolerably amusing. When he becomes serious, as in
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The Prayer of the Classical Parson and
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When the Son Came Home, his limitations become increasingly apparent. Yet it is in this vein that he gives us what is by all odds his best bit,
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The Chevalier of Carnaby Row.