He didn't like my last letter.

He says he wants bones and sinews, not an artist's lay figure dressed in stage bushman's clothes.

There, Mr McKeith, among your other cogitations on the subject of women, you may try to realise that the mission of a lady special correspondent is not all'-- she looked round for a metaphor--'Muscat grapes and pineapple.' 'Or cooked-up information from heads of departments; or got-up shows of agricultural, mining and other industries.

Or trips to the Bay to see the model island prison in which our weary criminals rehabilitate their enfeebled systems by cool sea-breezes and generous diet.

Or ministerial picnics to experimental cotton and sugar plantations the size of your garden to prove that all tropical products can be raised to perfection without mentioning the difficulty in a White Australia of finding the labour to do it.' 'Oh, don't rub it in, Colin.