Magazine 'The Bystander' - 12th of June 1918, item 1

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The bystander, June 12, 1918             451

"In England-

A WEEKLY LETTER  Now!" Illustrated by

FROM "BLANCHE"              HELEN McKIE


London, June 10, 1918                       From grave to gay

DEAR COUSIN-                                    -not quite such

A SOLDIER man                                  a scream as usual, I think,

has just                                                the Birthday Honours that

written to                                             kept on coming out last

strafe me because, in

one or two of my

letters, " some of the

bubbles have gone 

from the champagne,

the crispness from the

pâté." In sending in

reply my remorseful

regrets for such a

lapse, I would like to

ask him, does he

really think that anyone

worth anything

can possibly have

come with cheerfulnes

quite unscathed

through these four

years of war? Does

he, does anyone, think

that all the sacrifice,

all the tragedy, all

the waste and horror of those days of pain can have

left without a scar or a wound men and women of

imagination? And though one is sorry if, perhaps,

a little of the colour has gone out of life, a little of

the unfettered gaiety from one's pen, I don't think

I want to belong to that strange, soulless company

who speak and even are just as they were before the

world was out of gear.


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The bystander, June 12, 1918             451

"In England-

A WEEKLY LETTER  Now!" Illustrated by

FROM "BLANCHE"              HELEN McKIE


London, June 10, 1918                       From grave to gay

DEAR COUSIN-                                    -not quite such

A SOLDIER man                                  a scream as usual, I think,

has just                                                the Birthday Honours that

written to                                             kept on coming out last

strafe me because, in

one or two of my

letters, " some of the

bubbles have gone 

from the champagne,

the crispness from the

pâté." In sending in

reply my remorseful

regrets for such a

lapse, I would like to

ask him, does he

really think that anyone

worth anything

can possibly have

come with cheerfulnes

quite unscathed

through these four

years of war? Does

he, does anyone, think

that all the sacrifice,

all the tragedy, all

the waste and horror of those days of pain can have

left without a scar or a wound men and women of

imagination? And though one is sorry if, perhaps,

a little of the colour has gone out of life, a little of

the unfettered gaiety from one's pen, I don't think

I want to belong to that strange, soulless company

who speak and even are just as they were before the

world was out of gear.



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  • July 1, 2017 17:26:51 Gerjan B

    The bystander, June 12, 1918             451

    "In England-

    A WEEKLY LETTER  Now!" Illustrated by

    FROM "BLANCHE"              HELEN McKIE


    London, June 10, 1918                       From grave to gay

    DEAR COUSIN-                                    -not quite such

    A SOLDIER man                                  a scream as usual, I think,

    has just                                                the Birthday Honours that

    written to                                             kept on coming out last

    strafe me because, in

    one or two of my

    letters, " some of the

    bubbles have gone 

    from the champagne,

    the crispness from the

    pâté." In sending in

    reply my remorseful

    regrets for such a

    lapse, I would like to

    ask him, does he

    really think that anyone

    worth anything

    can possibly have

    come with cheerfulnes

    quite unscathed

    through these four

    years of war? Does

    he, does anyone, think

    that all the sacrifice,

    all the tragedy, all

    the waste and horror of those days of pain can have

    left without a scar or a wound men and women of

    imagination? And though one is sorry if, perhaps,

    a little of the colour has gone out of life, a little of

    the unfettered gaiety from one's pen, I don't think

    I want to belong to that strange, soulless company

    who speak and even are just as they were before the

    world was out of gear.



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