DEAD at the age of thirty-one after a sudden operation Claud Lovat Fraser was as surely a victim of the war as though he had fallen in action. He was full of vigour for his work but shell-shock had left him with a heart that could not stand a strain of this kind and all his own fine courage could not help the surgeons in a losing fight. We are not sorry for him we learn that not to be sorry for the dead. But for ourselves? This terror is always so fresh so unexam-pled. I had telephoned to him to ask whether he would help me in a certain theatrical enterprise. I was told by his servant that he was ill but one hears these things so often that one gave but little thought to it beyond sending a telegram asking for news; and now this. Personal griefs are of no public interest but here is as sad a public loss as has befallen us if the world can measure truly in our generation.