5 AUGUST 1943, Page 9

JARGON

MY husband " fell " in forty-two:

The Jerries bombed him out.

I did what most brave women do: Yes, Sir, I did without.

Next year I " gave " my only son ; He was shot down in flames. How could I get another one Except by " failing " James?

I've been to church, I've been through hell. God holds his comforts high, High as my head, and none can tell How long I took to die.

I starved the flesh till it grew faint, Too withered to transgress. Yes, Sir, I am the village saint.

And rim I bitter? Yes.

VANSill ART.