Meals on Trains
Sta,—Among the diminishing number of simple pleasures I count, or counted, leaving my book in a stuffy third-class carriage and moving ta the dining-car where, although this entailed the consumption of half-a. crown's worth of food for twice that sum, I was enabled to enjoy through a large plate-glass window the sight of the still beautiful English country. side, and in place of my book would also indulge in the only form of hunting left to me. Imagine, then, my horror last week on entering a compartment devoid of any window save some narrow eighteen-inch-with slits set well above head-level, through which with difficulty one could see, when standing up, the tops of the trees. This ghastly box was devoid even of a pictured invitation to stay at a Government hotel, and during my long wait for food I could only gaze at synthetic wood walls or the lugubrious faces of my fellow prisoners. I imagine this is a common experience between, say, Petrograd and Vladivostok, but in England it seemed just nonsense. There are quite enough iron curtains without an addition from British Railways.—Yours, &c.,
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