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A sufficient quantity of MILK daily is

necessary for the maintenance health & energy ---

DAIRY

FARM

MILK

of

NAZIS

is milk in its most

beneficial, form

BULL AT THE GATE

Sheltered

Lives

it isn't until hours later when I'm in my bath that I am able to cry out triumphantly "custard”!

their

kle the cabbage bed, and, work done, they slip away, spades over their shoulders waving aside our thanks. Violet and I feel elated at having

out nine put bombs between us and then we think of our own house and rush upstairs to find a top floor 100m burning furiously,

Now it's come and we aren't In the early days of the Blitz

doing anything, nothing that the Stoke up the fire. Pass the but the frequent alerts affected me telling us to do for months, Violet patient Government has been tered toast. No, no. That belongs odd ways, too. I'd begin franti- to yesterday. To-day. hark cally to pick up matches, empty the dark for all the electric lights and I bump into each other in

There's Moaning Mine eurier ash-trays, re-aurange Durniture, than usual. Has everyone re- put cushions straight while membered that black-it time xmus faces would peer from

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gers beckon wildiy. gets earlier each day, too? Get doorway of the dug-out and in-

ure. There will be a sea- son for Hitler upon which he cannot trample. It has happened before in the Balkans that when the snows melted liberty flame children into the shelter Mind ed and when the last gun the light when you open the door, has been fired, the event wollen siren suits over pyjamas? Got your torchés? rubber boots” may show that even at snoods tell them we'll have tea this moment Hitler has in the dig-out for a treat if there's begun something he can- not finish, that he has set in motion the plough- share that will turn his evil system under.

any methylated spirit left for the

stove, Over you go. How are we to make their sheltered lives

endurable?

biscuits--upon which

All this week the

صيمي

guns have

incendiary bomb came

When one

down

By Phillida Hughes

A

have fused and the telephone has gone too. We have nothing ready (so silly; because, of course, they won't come here) no candles or matches handy, the batteries have all run down in the torches, where the gas masks? and this is the first night we didn't fill the bath, just in case.

are

We go out into the din, because by this time hell is let loose over- head, and cry fire! fire! until an elderly neighbour appears and hurries down the steps and up the stairs and is soon tackling the fire with soda water syphons be- cause Violet and I are incapable

Warden has

The

All day I've worked to make the dug-out "homey." Books. A picture or two. A little rug. A portable radio. I call Violet to mile away, and sent the roofs of of finding jugs or even knowing On all sides in the Bal- who's been depressed because her to be seen running upstairs rag time a diminutive lady air-raid see the improvements but Violet, workmen's cottages flying, I was where they are kept. By this kans, he is surrounded Christmas mail was late, sniffs in hand to clean the bath. But Warden has either by subjugated and keep tidy, isn't it, and younger the Blitz begins, and the man of her heels.

arrived with the and says it's just another room to that has passed, and now when Auxiliary Fire Fighting Service at hostile nations who weit daughter. while

"Go to it, lads", she approving the the house has got into his Home cries and they plunge into only for a favourable mo-

́emergency supplies of candy

the and Guard uniform and slipped out smoke. Have you a ladder? get they make into the dark, we join the child- us some flour then. The fire flight- ment to shake the neo- an immediate assault directly the ren in the shelter and have singers look about eight feet tall in slavery from their should-

anti-aircraft guns start firing

songs. We're all uncomfortable their Gary Cooper boots and faces says, "Won't it be lovely when we and would rather be back in the gray with smoke, I keep running ers and restore their in- can go upstairs to bed?"

house and take a chance but it out through the barrage to see if| dependent existence, or

isn't fair to the children to keep the children are alright. They are. by countries like Soviet been affecting me strangely. Find them in the dug-out if we're not Oh, God! they are.

it impossible to say certain words. there ourselves, The children When I come back the fire is Russia and Turkey, who Violet is no help whatever and blink through the smoke. A burly out and the lady if they have not yet mov-only stares helplessly when I ask Canadian soldier passes and puts dashed away to the next.

her to put the "you know what" his head round the door.

Violet, tallest fire ed in support of stricken on for tea.

fighter, who turns Am quite able to get wearing her tin hat rather fetch out to be a middle-aged business Yugoslavia, are undis-out words like "spout" and "lid" ingly on the back of her head, man, says he only got off the guisedly sympathetic and kettle before she jumps to it. The the house through the din

but am obliged to draw picture of goes backwards and forwards to business train at 7.45 and was in and his uniform by eight o'clock and may yet provide Adolf patient attention of my family the barrage and the falling shrap-that he has spoilt his best suit by only makes me worse, and the nel to fetch hot cocoa. The Can-falling flat-in our garden as a Hitler with a sharp shock. trades-people think I'm playing adian leans against the wall which high explosive whistled overhead Moreover, if Hitler has some new kind of game. "Wouff, is still damp (far more danger- and he gets no allowance for: ous inside the dug-out that out-clothes, not even for his tin hat struck, he has this time wouff," goes our little pet gun

down the road which sounds as side says Violet who is theumat which he had to buy himself. I been unable to develop de- though it is hidden in the winter ism-conscious)

and sings the raise my eyebrows and click my ception and intrigue to Jasmine outside the drawing-room songs of the last war which his tongue sympathetically the stage where invasion the butcher for two pounds of er..

window, and I hear myself asking father taught him before he came it's still too noisy to talk and

over. We make merry.

amidst the smell of charred wood," finds his intended victims little red and white things. But- Crack! There's a noise like an and the mess of water and flour cher stores, Violet stares, mouth express train coming towards us and the thick gray powder the unprepared. Not only are open. Try again. Little er and then the sound of falling bombs give out we offer them our Greece and Yugoslavia red, moist things, you know, cut coals. A Molotov Breadbasket. last drop of gin which they res

lets! Whoops! Burr! goes fully mobilised, but a big gun, pride of the neighbour into the garden and that and the on the stairs drinking it and our Incendiary bombɛi. We run out fuse. So we make coffee and sit powerful British army is hood, echoing over the hills like roadway beyond are dazzling with laughing like mad because our already on Balkan soil. a summer storm and I and it im- green and orange light. The child home is safe.

possible to either say or pantom-rens' faces appear at the dug-out I tiptoe over to the dug-out. Hitler may achieve his ime the word "custard". Violet door. May they help? We have "Mind the light," says my elder early successes, but the stands and gazes at me, head on them back. We bang hard at the daughter kindly. The younger completion of the task that it's thick, yellow stuft

one side. Can only cry bleakly fire bombs which glow flercer and child turns a page of her book, brighter as we bang them. There looks up and smiles, and returns may well try him beyond pour from a jug

with is a firework display all over the to her book. apple ple... We give up and garden. Two perfect · strangers I go over again, his worst expectations. have our ple without custard and come in to help and silently tac- They are fast asleep.

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