THE CHINA MAIL, DECEMBER 17, 1940.
CHINA MAIL
*-WINDSOR HOUSE
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THIS FREEDOM
Air Raid
IT was a starlit night, and not I felt anger rising: blast Hitler; a breath of wind was stirring. and blast the German people who was the stream of a small child. I love such gods.
I was awakened by a scream. II
A high constitutional I thought at first he was having ing and whimpering with plea- A dog frisked round me, leap- authority has said that a nightmare, then, as i became sure, thinking what a good sport I fully awake. I realised that his was to get up in the middle of the scream was accompanied by a night. louder, wilder scream outside; the banshee wall of the air raid siren going over the dark countryside.
Doors opened in the lonely old
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A voice called to me from the hill:
the most important hour in any Legislative Assem- bly in the world is ques- tion time in the House of Commons. There we have house. Voices called and whisper-you switched off the light?
"Whatever are you doing? Have daily the Grand Inquest ed. Glow-worm pools of torch- of the Nation on which in struggling into overcoats or pull- light on landings showed women the simplest way Parlia-ing flannel trousers over pyjumus. ment performs its im-
In the nursery, a boy of three memorial function of lis sat in his cat trembling and be tening to complaints and wildered, asking what the horrible redressing grievances. If
sound was,
He was told that it was a beauti-
appeared to
one asks why the proceed-fui now chuchu with a lot of red ings of Congress do not carriages; and that interest the American pu- satisfy him. blic in anything like the' same degree that those of the British Parliament do the British people, a large part of the answer is that
differences} owing to the
Tasty Sausage
No; I hadn't. I turned to dark and empty house, now look ing utterly doomed. as
By H.V. Morton
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