A HA'PORTH OF TAR
*Steward, there's tar on my dinner jacket."
“Yessir. Off the rigging, Sir. We told you it was wet, Sir, but you wouldn't take no wotite. Up you went like a two-year-old."
"I see. And what did I do next?" "You sang some songs, Sir. Greatly appreciated they was. Some of the crew asked me if you'd be to good as to write out the words.”.
"Pl have to think about that, Steward. So altogether it was a pretty matey night?"
"There's been nothing like it ́on the South China Sea, Sir, since the Purner
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won the Irish Sweep. All the other gentlemen are confined to their bunks, Sir. They say it was the lobster
mayonnaise."
"Lobster grandmother! Why didn't they stick to gin and Rose's as I did? I haven't got a hangover." "You're not the first gentleman I've heard say that, about Rose's Lima- Juice. Not by a long chalk.” *Good. And now I think I could do
with an eye-opener - a nice stiff gin and Rose's. I suppose the sun is over the yardana ? ”
"Sir, the sun is permanently over the | yardarm in the South China Sea,"
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CARRYING ON IN RAIDED SUBURBS ZIONISTS
A few hours ago, German airmen were raking this PLEDGE AID
suburban shopping street with machine-gun bullets. Now it is full of its usual Sunday liveliness, gay with Summer frocks and pretty girls, busy with house- wives buying the Sunday dinner, writes a London Correspondent.
TO BRITAIN
THE ZIONIST. FEDERATION · OF GREAT BRITAIN: HELD ITS ANNUAL CONFERENCE IN LONDON YESTERDAY.
The President said that the. Colonial Secretary knew that the
Market salesmen call their wares-"All nice and fresh, pick where you like"-while women with prams and shopping baskets turn their undivided at Jews in Palestine might be conf tention to the job of finding the best and the chea- pest.
In nearby streets there are deep! Mayor stated, they had more than readiness for the bomb craters, scores of houses 100 beds in with windows blown out, furniture homeless. | reduced to matchwood, homes that are just shells of four, roofless walls
and still, here, too, life goes on with the most astonishing degree of normality.
Take little Mrs. McGuire, mo- ther of two-year-old Patrick, who is expecting another baby in a few months.
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"I didn't turn a hair," said Mrs. McGuire, with a cheery Irish grin. Mrs. McGuire was standing in the hall of her house when bomb dropped in the street not 20 yards away.. She, swung round instinctively, protecting Patrick with her body.
Her own front door hurtled past her, while she was flung on her knees, but unhurt.
"I have lived here for years." said one man of 86, whose house was badly damaged, “and I'm not going to move for Hitler"
Ten-year-old Gerald Davidson and his seven-year-old brother Roger had been flung across the kitchen by the force of one of the explosions, but they had spent the night in their windowless bed- room with great glee, finding youthful zest in the "adventure."
Cat Wonders
Even the animals and birds ap- peared to share the general atti- tude. Four budgerigars, belonging to Mr. Saunders, were chattering gally as ever though their cage had been smashed to bits while In the morning Mrs. McGuire they were still inside, and seated was in her kitchen getting the on the edge of the bomb crater breakfast with what was left of outside, a ginger cat washed its the crockery in her battered, win-face with a casual paw and won
dered what large-size rat could have made that hole.
dowless house.
As for young Patrick, he sum marised the whole raid in two words as he felt the shock and saw the smoking debris and dirt. "Hitler bang!" said Pat.
Another two-year-old who re- garded Hitler's effort with simi. tar contempt 'was curly-haired Gillian Bush. "Naughty coal. - man made, a noise, broke poor. Grannie's gate," Gillian told me. Gillian and her family took re- fuge in a cupboard the stairs a minute before
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Greatest lesson of the raids on London suburbs is caution before bravado. Get inside and stay in- side. This attitude will undoubt- edly reduce the casualty figures.
The morale of the people - is superb the sky's the limit — but they must learn that taking cover is not 'cowardice: -There were, too many people on the Merete, I was told.
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ciency, and a minimum of officious- ness. 1
A.R.P. workers of all descrip- tions acquitted themselves magni- a bomb fell outside blowficently with a maximum of effi ing in windows...and doors and fetching down, ceilings.. The shock even tore down the wall of their cupboard refuge, but left them unhurt -- and Gillian un- frightened.
Carrying On
The supreme example of "busi- ness as usa!" was contributed by Mr. D. Lewis, a 73-year-old baker, whose house was shattered by bomb explosions and riddled by machine-gun bullets.
Sightseers
dently relied on to do the'r utmost: to defend all the vital British in--- terests of which Palestine is the nerve-centre,
"We have reason to believe- that at long last the war efforts of the Jews in Palestine will be -utilised,” · ho paid.
He paid a tribute to Mr. Chur- chill and his great and inspiring personality. Reuter,
Criticising the Petain Govern- ment for their treatment of Jews, it was the Mr. Goodman said overwhelming tragedy of France.
Nothing stood more to its dis- credit.
or would manifestao pathetically Its-debasement as the policy of making the Jews the scapegoat for the military -defeat of France; in whose de
fence 60,000. Jews of various "nationalities' had fought.
The conference pledged full support of the war and called on. the British Government to raise a Jewish army, under the British flag: and to mobilise all the re- sources of Palestine for the wat effort.-Reuter.
WIVES ARE
GOOD IN
MEN'S JOBS
Married women in Lancashire, are taking over, their husband's jobs while the latter are on active service.
Some have become commercial In striking contrast to the calm of the people who were bombed travellers, others are barbers in was the attitude of sensation- see the making, and a number of small king sightseers from other areas, oneman businesses are being car-
While delayed-action bombs ried on by wives.
A Manchester textile firm, were still exploding, more than 100,000 went to view the raid Tootal Broadhurst Lee Co., is em- damager between mid-day and ploying seven women as commer- dusk. The roads were so jamined cial travellers. They are the wives with people that mounted police of representatives now in were called out to clear a way for motor and other, traffic.
Mr. Lewis, at the bottom of the stairs, was unhurt. He took a look at his home and shop --- not much
Collectors took advantage of the left, no front to the shop, no win crowd, however, to get donations dows, but the baker's oven was to the fund which has been raised still intact, so Mr. Lewis got on by local authority, heads in aid of with the baking.
the victims of Nazi brutality, and When I arrived his daughter was well over £100 was collected early trying to persuade her father to in the afternoon.. leave the wreckage of his own
The danger of the unexploded home and come to hers, still intact, bombs was minimised by prompt a short distance away. But Mr. action by Royal Engineers.
Lewis had sold out -most of his nice, crusty. loaves to customers, who walked in through door and window. "I must get on and do another batch," he said.
"My, what a lot of dirt!" said 78-year-old Mrs. Batten as she got 'busily on with the business of cleaning what was left of her home, windowless, holed, and smothered with debris. "I shall
BOOK CLUE
TO DEATH
OF WOMAN
go to the pictures this afternoon With a novel entitled “Cocktail and forget it," she said, 'calmly. Bar," near her and a glass of wine "Most annoying," grumbled Mrs. by her hand, Mrs. Helena Mellor Swain. "I have my windows (45) was found by her husband, cleaned, and then, a few hours lying dead in their home in fater, Hitler comes and knocks Catharine Street, Liverpool. them out. Well, I must go and Mrs. Mellor Is believed to have get the dinner, my husband'll be been distressed because her hus- home soon, she added, as she band had become unemployed; bustled into the remains of her kitchen.
White-haired, 72-year-old Mrs. Head was hammering the remain- ing pieces of jagged glass out of a window frame with great energy
Won't Leave
The police view in that a paén. age on the page of the novel at which it was opened has somp relation to the tragedy."
The passage-runs: "Surely' she must suffer when she thought of Peter struggling on and on having lost his job and obvious to every- one else, afraid to tell the dread news to his wife.
In Mrs. Mellor's handwriting was the following message to he husband;
Forces.
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Armed with salesmanship tips from their husbands, these wives are proving apt pupils. They are making sure that their husbands will have something to live up to when they come back.
The sales manager of another firm said: "We are employing the wives of representatives called to keen as the Forces. They are mustard. to set up sales records which.. will, astonish, their hus- bands, They are most business- like."
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Some barbers in Lancashire: are training their wives to carry on for them while they away, alt usually, takes several ydare to turn out a skilled bar. ber, but Intensive training is working wonders. The women are quick to pick up the rudi. ments of shaving and haircut- Sting.
One woman, who is already working in the saloon, said that men raise no objection to shaving them.
EMBASSY MOVE REPORT RIDICULED
her
THE “BERLIN, RADIO HAS BEEN CLAIMING THAT THE UNITED STATES EMBASSY "IN⠀⠀ “ LONDON HAS MOVED TO AN- OTHER CITY, BOLE
"Yes," she said, swinging the hammer and felling the sharp edge, "I'd like to give them a bit with this end. Never mind, my son is in the RA.F." "I wonder would you pity me
Young and old alike were ro- or would you bid me go If I could: "We are still doing business at luctant to leave what was left of only comfort you because I love the old stand!'” he said. ---- Reu- 01610001). their homes, aven though, the local. you so, Your
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An Embassy official yesterday said: that this was. "noneBrise.”