A PHASE OF THE DRINK PROBLEM.
(To THE EDITOR or THE " SpEcraTort.")
Sia,—As I have carried on my work in a hospital through which scores of overseas soldiers go as patients, I have positively winced at some of the stinging statements made by these men. In effect they have been somewhat as follows: " We came to what most of us like to call ' home to old England—and we expected to see great things at the very centre of the Empire, London. We have seen great things, yes, but we have felt disgusted to see what we never saw in Canada, or South Africa, or New Zealand, or Australia—public-houses haunted by women." Imagine, Mr. Editor, what London and every other town in the United Kingdom will be like when peace is declared if a strong hand is not laid on our crime factories for some time at least. Imagine, too, how " Tommy " will be subjected to scorching temptation by publicans and customers alike as he is offered on all hands anything he likes to help him " tell us all about it' —I am, Sir, &c., A PADRE.
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