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With two exceptions, the dates at the head of thesestories show when they were published in magazine form. 'TheVillage that Voted the Earth was Flat,' and 'My Son's Wife' carrythe dates when they were written.
RUDYARD KIPLING.
The A.B.C., that semi-elected, semi-nominated bodyof a few score persons, controls the Planet. Transportation isCivilisation, our motto runs. Theoretically we do what we please,so long as we do not interfere with the traffic and all itimplies. Practically, the A.B.C. confirms or annuls allinternational arrangements, and, to judge from its last report,finds our tolerant, humorous, lazy little Planet only too ready toshift the whole burden of public administration on itsshoulders.
'With the Night Mail[1].'
[1]Actions and Reactions.
Isn't it almost time that our Planet took some interest in theproceedings of the Aërial Board of Control? One knows thateasy communications nowadays, and lack of pr