The Weekly will return Maintaining Britain's Standards wholly © the weekly science combine The morally instructive determinings of PROFESSOR THAUMUS PHAMBLEMELL A CORRESPONDENT WRITES: I have a child, which I believe is called Neville. Scarcely a moment passes in which it is not engaged in wasteful frivolity, or emitting a noise of the most unsettling description. The child is greatly in need of discipline, but its nanny is some kind of nannying socialist, preferring to pander to its whims for "companionship" and "food"; and my wife died while giving birth and is therefore of no help at all. Is it acceptable to spank an unruly child? PROFESSOR PHAMBLEMELL REPLIES: No, sir! No, - it is not acceptable. Strike the child, sir; the child must be struck; - strike it with the fire-shovel to imbue in it both DISCIPLINE and a FEARFUL RESPECT of the power of coal, God's mystical flame-rock that is the THUNDERING HEART of Britain's industries. The nanny may be reported to the police, or flung into the cellar, as you see fit. is it acceptable? archive Sir: We are told that, in the age of multiple postal deliveries, the Victorians exchanged several, perhaps dozens of letters each day. It's interesting to think that the advent of electronic mail has afforded us a glimpse of how meaningless, empty and desperate those exchanges must have been. Laura Whoops Stow-on-the-Wold letters from the editor archive I am the Master Of Riddles. Can you untangle my devious glottic knots? Higgledy, piggledy Here we lie Picked and plucked And put in a pie. My first is snapping - snarling - growling My second's busy - romping - prowling. Higgledy, piggledy Here we lie Picked and plucked And put in a pie. Question: What in the name of the Christ is going on here? Answer: Something to do with the animals at an inner-city petting zoo, or something, I think. riddle archive The BRITON'S SCIENCE has shewn that The Weekly, the magazine which strives to maintain Britain's standards, has topped* one million readers since 1871. "What? What? You'll have to speak up, I'm in a helicopter. The which? I thought I'd sold my shares in that months ago to finance my laundry," said MR MILLINGTON of this mathematically inevitable achievement. MR NASH added: "I'd like to thank the hydrating effect of rain." * Though not, of course, in the sense of assassination. The Weekly has had cause to assassinate no more than an equivalence of readers. The Adventures of Sexton Blake The Weekly Science Combine accidentally writes a wireless serial of improving thrills for the BBC Light Programme. (Acknowledged reluctantly by the contractually obliged noise emitters.) blake archive Sup from the issue broth with the random ladle. 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