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She’d hung on to that bag all thnough, with her barnkbook and a few papers CLIMBED DOWN LADDER “She’s lbrave, isn’t she?” I re- marked: and then they told me something else. Quite a lot of dis- agreeable things have happened to that old lady just lately. She has come from London where, on a cer- tain dreadful night, she .sat up lisâ€" tening to the sounds of the worst of blitzes. And then, when it seemed to be over...a direct hit, right on the block of flats where she lived‘. She had to climb down a ladder from the burning building, and just got away with her life. I left my host agitatedly d'iallin-g for a doctor. and when, I called later Auntie was tucked up in 1bed, despite her protests. “Don’t worry, please,” she said. “It hasn’t given me concussion or anything.” All the same, there was a grim-looking 'bruise on her temple, and I couldn’t help feeling that, in her place, I should have been .bawl- ing' about it quite considerably, It is ridiculous that, with so much happening, people can still be knockâ€" ed down by bicycles. It seems to ‘be the fate of poor old ladies. We hur- ried into the lounge â€"â€" I was ex- pecting I hardly know what: a battâ€" ered and slightly hysterical victim, I think. But not a bit of it. There she sat in the most comfortable chair: a very frail old lady, pale and sweet, her black frock newly brushed, her thin hra'nds quietly folded in her lap. Here is another of those inimit- able letters from Margaret Butcher, ‘English novelist, which tells of the way in- which ordinarry, every day folks of the British Islands are acâ€" commodating themselves to the exi- gencies of the war time. This letter was written specially for The Mid- land Free Press and The Liberal. Reading, England.â€"â€"Ye.sterday I met a very charming old lady â€"â€" though the manner of our meeting was not as fortunate as it might have been. In fact, her arrival at her na'ece‘s home caused us quite a bit of consternation. There was 1, walking pound the garden with my host, admiring the kale, commiseratâ€" ing anout the onions when out came his wife and whispered: “Auntie’s come back. She’s had an accident. She’s been knocked down by a bi- cycle.” ENGLISH FOLK LEAD NEW KIND OF FREE AND EASY LIFE AUNIIE GETS KNOCKED DOWN And she’s [been with us ever . . . . . . . . . $45.00 Zone 8-218 Richmond Hill (By Margaret Butcher) On: my free day last week four of us tripped off in a little sketching party. The Newspaper Man came, taking a well-earned rest from his hectic work in London, and be got so thoroughly tangled up in the matter of perspective that all such thin-gs as blitzes were forgotten. We had a grand' time, though the Gard- ening Partner, running true to form, was inclined to pessimism. His own drawing of an elm-tree caused him to anticipate immediate arrest as an enemy agent taking notes of stra- tegic importance. “I don"t see why,” I objected. “Oh, I don’t know!” he said. “I can see one of the Home Guard» com- ing over, taking a look at it and saying, ‘That's nowhere near here.’ I should ‘be suspected at once.” We dropped in for a cup of tea at a place where the waitress knows me, and we chatted a while. Some- body else, it transpired, who has ‘been. through it’ and had a miracu- lous escape. Who would think it to look at her? A quiet, auburn-haired woman with smiling eyes. One know: these people for a long time before one hears any details. “I’m one of the lucky ones,” she said. “We had two direct hits, but we got away â€"- with a bit of scrambling.” And then she hurried along to attend to some- body elise. Their chief trouble, I Only this morning, for instance, I traded half a marrow for a little pot of homeâ€"made jam. And‘ so we rub along, comfiortalbly- enough. This new free and easy business is work- ing wonderfully. You don’t have to be introduced any more: I don‘t, anyhow. If I see somebody I like the look of â€" well, that’s good en- ough. There is a word or two over a garden-fence, ‘or in the local store, or in the bus, and from that moment it‘s plain sailing. At about the third meeting, pOSSi‘bly, one remembers to ask the person’s name, 'but it’s not important. Frankly, that suits me, and it’s beginning to suit quite a lot of folk who, till now, had no idea what fun it is. Most of us have no spare cash, in these days, for amuse- ments that must be bought. We get our amusement out of a talk and a cup of tea; we chucker over our makeshift methods with clothes, our adventures on our allotments, the quaimtness of landvladies. We have even learned how to take bad news, knowing â€" by now -â€" that it must come sometimes. l A SKETCHING PARTY During our chat I discovered an éffinity with my host and hostess. At his office, it appears, there are men with ,‘big gardens and all kinds of things to spare. Almost any morning somebody may say: “Could you do with. a few carrots, old man '1” “So,” explained my host, “I said, ‘Don’t bother to ask me, old chap. As long as it isn’t parsnips bring it along’.” nonsense where food! is concerned. (Incidentally, where do the un- broken biscuits go? You can search me.) We are still a wee bit fussy at times, of course. Personally, I go on turning up my foolish nose at beef, parsnrips and herrings in to- mato sauce; yet who knows? I may be smacking my lips over all of it before we’re through. There is the little matter of “broken biscuits," for example. There was a time when one regarded them as something the juveniles bought with that two- penc’e; now we say to each other, in confidence: “My dear, I know where one can buy broken biscuits," and off we rushv, hot-foot. And what's the matter with broken biscuits, anyâ€" way? At least they are perfectly fresh, and they’d he broken, anyway. as soon as one set teeth to them. Yes, we’re shedding quite a lot of nonsense where food! is concerned. I ran round- with my butter ration. It was very hard work to make her take it, lbut I won. Isn‘t it odd? There was a time when one would have popped in with a bunch of flowers, perhaps, or a magazine, but this coupon business has made all the difference. Now a ration of butter ranks as a handsome gift; and you can’t tell me that it deesn’t simplify life quite a lot! BROKEN BISCUITS Several times lately I have seen her passing, pushing the baby in its perambulator, and looking as if no- thing in the least alarming had ever happened to her. We had a little chat-one afternoon, \but it was all about the baby, I remember. There wasn't one single word about blitzes. So today, as a gesture of friendship, THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HIIL, ONTARIO Jones Coal Co. Richmond Hill x 8.18 am. 5.48 p.111. 3 1.43 pm. b 8.48 pm. xâ€"Through to North Bay aâ€"Daily except Sat, Sun. & H01. Penhaps, most important of 21111, it will be a kinder, more understand- ing World; a less greedy and self- importan't and‘ self-centred place. How can it be otherwise? I wonder how many of us will ever have real homes again? Here we are, huddled int-o bed-sitting moms, sharing other folks’ hous-es, renting spare comers rigged out with alien furniture, having to take turns with kitchens and bathrooms. Some day, we shall Ibe our own mas- ters again, I suppose; we shall be able to use a typewriter or turn on a radio without causing complaints. We shall be able to send' our things grandly to a laundry instead of do- ing a little furtive washing n a basin and hanging it up on- a walking stick suspended in the corner. We shall pull down the placard on ‘How To Tackle Fire Bonibs’ from the wall and take the gas-mask from its nail \by the dressingwtalble; we shall slip oosily into bed without the prelim- inary laying outâ€"in readiness for emergency â€" of the coat, the stout shoes, the attache-case of personal belongings. ,We' shall take down those «black-out curtains and let some air imto our rooms 0’ nights; we shall scrap our lbicycles (not so good, this, maylbe!) and hop into cars again. And even if we can' do only a few of these things it won’t 'be so bad, will it? Above all, we shall try to get into touch with :old‘ friends. Some â€"- alas! â€"â€" won’t be there. We shall know some heart- aches over that, I have no doubt; but how girand it will Ibe to meet the others! 1 An. American commentator told- us, on the radio, that a doctor friend over here had informed him that there is actually less neurasthenia in‘ this country than before the warâ€"â€" and I believe him. There are no imaginary dangers and worries now. I suppose: they are all real ones and, as such, they can be lbrought into the open. The ordinary citizen hasn’t time to fret about unhappy relationâ€" ships or fancied- illness-es. He is on his toes; his to-morrows â€" if there are any â€" must take care of them- selves. Of course, the malade imag- inaire is still with us to some extent; there are still people who regard the upsettings of war-time as a direct affront to their notoriously poor health, but their Pulblic has dwindled ’00 a disheartening extent. Fol-k have not time now to sit up and listen to symptom-talk. They are far more likely to observe, with astringent 'briskness, that the invalid would be ‘far better doing a little job of .some sort.’ In some ways, indeed, this old war is filling a long-felt wanwt. WHEN WILL IT COME? think, is broken sleep. It takes a long spell to restore them vtO normal sleeping hours. “You get so used- to going without it in London,” She said. “After a time you almost forâ€" get how to sleep." Yet you don’t hear any of the ordinary peace-time moaning about wakefulness. “It’ll be all right in time," they say. There is none of that oldâ€"fashioned wailing that ‘I never closed my eyes all night” â€" and usually after one has heard the hearties't of shores perco- lating through the wall for hours on end. LESS NEURASTHENIA Soâ€"onoe moreâ€"here’s, hoping A. HISLOP, Telephone 177 bâ€"Fri., Sat, Sun. & Hol. m low as!- red-morkod hard cool BUS "AVE! INFORMATION AT How about some? 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