If anything was calculated to bring
back memories of the lighter side of the War it was the gracious and suave
manner in which I despatched and redespatched to other departments. I might
have been the buffest of buff slips the way I was "passed to you, please."
Once again I cancelled all my work in the pursuit of where the rainbow
ends. Nor was this renunciation any great hardship, for I had been writing
a book about the Realities of War, and had just found that all the horrors
that ever might have happened had already been set down by one who saw most
of the game, being an onlooker. "But this," I said, as I set out every
morning--"this is the life, pure adventure in every moment of it."
My efforts were rewarded. In late February three people came and left three
coin-boxes--in pieces. Then I must admit that I did a foolish thing. I
wrote and said that I only wanted one box. I was afraid that if I kept them
all it would be, a case of "Thr-r-ree pennies, please," instead of one.
(Mine is a penny district).
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