As every year comes round, the it face of England is swept by a natural phenomenon unknown to the calendar, inexplicable by the astronomers or the meteorologists, unprovided against by the Police Regulations - Spring Cleaning. Every year the cartoonists and the humorists and the comedians celebrate the woes of the bread-winner when the tornado strikes his home; yet undeterred, the housewives persist. Since Spring Cleaning cannot be suppressed, even husbands will admit that it had better be well done, and they will encourage their wives to listen to Mrs. Cottington-Taylor's talk this afternoon.