This has been a somewhat trying week with Hitler's raiders coming ver night after night to cruise about, sometimes dropping bombs, more often just trying "to keep us Suspense, You will remember that Mark Twain, in hig restless night in "The 'Tramp' Abroad," "suffered more chien the mouse wasn't gnawing the woodwork, waiting for him to begin, than when he was at worl." Which is equally true of the bombers.
But one soon begins to adapt oneself, In the theatres when a warning Sounds It is quite the regular thing ow for the audience to stay on and getup an impromptu entertainment of their own and to have dancing on the stage. Now, however, the theatres and concerts' have put for= ward the opening hour to 630 so as to be finished before nine, the usual hour for the raiders to drop in. There is little falling off in the audiences, except for one or which were already bet wear out their welcome and to be taken off in any case.
Englishmen are either singularly, unimaginative or fatalistic. T" think ood deal of the latter. gardener today, near whose cottage 1 bomb had dropped two nights ago, though without doing damage, how he was feeling.
"Oh, one yds along all right," he replied, "My misses she's a bit scary. Shie sleeps tie kitchen, I Week in-on her now and then. But what Is, if your number's up a you can't anything
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