The Lancet is an excellent weekly medical journal; but it is British. Its lucid medical articles delight U. S. medicos; its self-consciously lighter vein also delights them. Every week since the war began the Lancet has devoted a pasture-page to "our peripatetic correspondents," for gripes, wisecracks, sentimental reflections. Last week a peripatetic correspondent sounded off on British medical society dinners:
"During and after such dinners you must provide speeches or music. The more frugal-minded societies provide music. They can get quite a good soprano for two or three guineas plus her dinner which...
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