MEALS in the train ! What hosts of memories are conjured up by the title of Miss Holtby's talk! Breakfasts and lunches and teas and dinners in long, crowded restaurant-cars, down whoso narrow gangways acrobatic waiters conjure trays of uneatable food ; coffee slopping over into thick saucers as the train goes over points ; dinners eaten as the spires of Oxford or the towers of Pisa glide past the windows; strange acquaintances-bagmen. Fascists, bookies, monks-met across the narrow tables; any traveller will find that these are only the beginnings of his memories. Many more will have revived before Miss Holtby finishes her talk.