25 APRIL 1958, page 24

Frozen

On a frosty morning I went out And a handkerchief faced me on a bush. I reached to put it in my pocket But it slid from me for it was frozen. No living cloth jumped from my......

A Television Service For Ireland?

By JACK WHITE A FEW days ago I drove round a corner near Westland Row Station and saw three televi- sion aerials on the skyline in front of me. There is nothing new about......