Several people; noticed it.

"Did you see the baby smile at the Bishop?" they said to one another
afterwards. But then, you see, nobody but the baby could see the Fairy
Queen.

The other fairies were still a little perturbed. They shook their
heads doubtfully and whispered to one another as they floated out of
the church. It wasn't done.

"If only she had made it a King's son," the chief lady-in-waiting
muttered to herself. "That would have made it so much better. But 'the
man of her choice'--so very vague."

The Fairy Queen, however, was quite happy. She laughed at the solemn
faces of her retinue.

"You'll see," she repeated, "it will be quite all right." And she flew
gaily off to Fairyland.

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This isn't a fairy story at all. That's the nicest part about it. It
all really happened. And the real name of the Princess--Oh, but I
needn't tell you that. _Everybody_ knows who Princess Charming is.
R.F.

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[Illustration: _Lieut. X._ (_in Paris for the Peace Conference_).
"VOUS FEREZ LE POLISSON AVEC UN PEU DE LINGERIE."]

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Letter received at a Demobilisation office:--

"I have Certified that I Pte. ---- as got Urgent on the LNWR
Curzan St goods as also taken a Weeks Notice from Feburary 2nd
to 9th to Leave Colours on His Magesties forces and allso beg
to Resign. Signed Pte. ----."

Private ---- was evidently taking no chances.

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THE 1930 FLYING SCANDAL.

_To the Editor of "The Wireless News." 1st June, 1930_.

Dear Sir,--I wish to protest through your columns against the
outrageous behaviour of the drivers of public air conveyances on the
Brighton Front.

Yesterday I and other passengers boarded a ramshackle aero-a-banc
(the floor of which was covered with musty straw) with the intention
of having a "joy-trip" to Rottingdean. The fare was two shillings and
sixpence. We had not mounted five hundred feet into the air before the
driver yelled to us, "Nah then, another 'arf-a-chrahn all rahnd or
I'll loop the loop." We were forced to comply with the demand of this
highwayman of the atmospheric thoroughfares; but on alighting I took
the first opportunity of giving his number to a policeman.

One sighs for the old-fashioned courtesy of the taxi-cab driver of
another decade.

Yours, etc., CONSTANT READER.

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