I. WOUNDED SOLDIERS ENTERTAINED AT VICEROY'S HOUSE

I. WOUNDED SOLDIERS ENTERTAINED AT VICEROY'S HOUSE - A soldier Viceroy entertains wounded soldiers. Nobody pretends that a tea party is adequate acknowledgement of the sacrifice these men have made for us - but it's a gesture - other people with pleasant lawns and pleasant friends might well follow the Vice-regal example. Mr Jamnadas Mehta was there, and the Viceroy and Vicereine ran the only sort of wartime party that we can't have too much of. Gaje Ghale, the Indian VC; now that India knows the full story of what he did, he's a person that everybody wants to meet. Well, he's a hero. But then, so are these. Most of them have stories, which if told man by man, would make us wonder whether we can ever repay the debt we owe them.

II. CHINESE AGRICULTURISTS STUDY INDIAN METHODS

II. CHINESE AGRICULTURISTS STUDY INDIAN METHODS - We know that's happened in India because the Japs held Burma. Just imagine the food problem which faces these Chinese experts, with the Japs holding vast tracts of China and holding it for years before this war. Well, these men are here in India to see if we have discovered any new ways of making three blades of grass grow where two grew before. Here they are at a Research Station in Dacca looking at what we can do with jute, and noting it down for future reference. What they do here is to take an experimental slice of nature so to speak, add a few notions of their own, and watch for developments. Usually nature is left panting far behind in the rear. They went on to Poona to learn how to grow sugar cane in its war packing so to speak, more glucose to the square inch than ever before. Cauliflowers too, grown from the sort of seed nobody ever seems to be able to buy for his own garden. A visit to a model dairy farm. To see the buffaloes putting their backs into the war effort, and then the poultry farm. Surely for Chinese visitors it would have been more suitable to demonstrate the way to raise bigger and better birds nest or superb shark's fine. Or even a flock of noodles. Still, they seemed satisfied, and enthusiastically went on to inspect a sort of plant hospital where plant diseases are diagnosed. The men working here are literally plant doctors - except that when they fail to diagnose the disease they can't call it nerves and send in their bill.

III. NEWSPAPER EDITORS CONFERENCE

III. NEWSPAPER EDITORS CONFERENCE - and very welcome too. You can tell whether a nation's healthy by the state of its press - it's a thermometer stuck in the mouth of the body politic. So when newspaper editors from all-India met in Madras, they were worth listening too. They record history as its made - and Gemini Studios, where they met, is a record of history too. It's Clive's old residence. That's K Srinivasan leading in Brelvi - names you ought to know, because what they write is part of your daily life. Here's Mr Srinivasan opening the conference. Bombay Mr Brelvi was elected present, that's him underneath the flowers. Highlight of the conference was his presidential address.

IV. BACK TO THE LAND SOLVING THE FOOD PROBLEM

IV. BACK TO THE LAND SOLVING THE FOOD PROBLEM - This lady's going shopping. She's the sort of woman who will talk to nobody lower than the manager. She knows just what she wants and she means to get it. She is just furnishing a new room and she wants it to be modern without being uncomfortable. She DOES like comfortable chairs. Some of these steal ones for instance. What, no? No, madam. We do not wish to be impolite, and we fully realise the importance of what you sit upon - if you don't misunderstand us - but there's a war on, and here's your steel chair, and for all we care you can sit upon that. Now you're expecting us to show you how the steel becomes cannons and shells, but the war we're referring to is India's war on the food front, and this steel is going to make the big artillery of the Grow More Food offensive, pumps for irrigating the millions of new acres that have been brought under cultivation. India's never had enough of this sort of thing - that's why we haven't been able to feed ourselves. Now they're being manufactured on the spot. It's the long term answer to the famine problem. That steel goes to make ploughs, too. Most of the people who talk about the picturesque life of the peasant have never tried ploughing with the picturesque wooden plough. This steel variety is a commonplace here. When that's done, it will be time to sentimentalise over our peasantry. So madam, you'll have to sit on what you've got already, unless you'd like a plough.

V. ABDUL WALI JOINS THE NAVY

V. ABDUL WALI JOINS THE NAVY - It signals a new life for thousands of our young men. How does it look to them, the recruits. Here's one, Abdul Wali, reacting it, retelling it. In his own words, as he told us. How did I feel my first day? Scared. That thing in the drive, first time I saw it, I thought it was the Admiral. How did I feel? I'll tell you. Lonely. I smiled. But I was always going the wrong way, doing the wrong thing. But how was I to know this business of badges, and bells, and shoulder bars, bugles, badges, 'bout turn, four bells, dog watch, I didn't seem to fit in. Take the uniform I didn't seem to fit that either. And fancy, I joined the Navy because I liked the uniform. I did my best. That's not what the instructor called it. Still, I watched the others and the officers watched me, and me and the officers soon got to an understanding. I liked the classes. I sent myself Morse signals and misread them. Then the petty Officer sent us all some. Some of the other recruits found it very hard. But I said to myself "It's only a lot of dashes and a lot of dots", and got the hang of it. You see what I mean? In the navy, it's like anywhere else, you can't keep a man with brains down. So I was soon a petty officer. Take semaphore. Now that probably means nothing to you. As a matter of fact, it doesn't mean much to me, because I'm a telegraphist, but I didn't make this picture, I just acted in it. But anybody with brains can see that lives may hang on a string of signals, as well as flags. Men's lives hanging on a bit of hunting. Still we don't sit about the school discussing the philosophy of signals, we shave. We get into No. 6's for our time off. In another six months I'm allowed to wear a jacket. That's a bird's eye view of my story, I came, I liked it. And now we're off, to do our duty by you.