"NO USE FUSSING"

Dominion, Volume 11, Issue 82, 31 December 1917, Page 2

"NO USE FUSSING"

ADAPTING ONE'S LIFE TO WARTIMEThe following is an extract from a very interesting letter from a New Zealand girl, who is now an artist in London. She wrote:—"l haven't any news. Life is just bombs and barrages, and bugles and shrapnel, and the price of butter. Are you at all interested in air raids? Because I can bore you to death on the subject if you are, for I'vo been in so many lately—right in the middle of the scrimmage. We have got a grand new barrage of guns in London now, and feel fearfully proud of it. Tho noise is terrific when it starts—tho shells simplv scream overhead, and when the bombs start dropping as well you feel you are going to die—just of noise! But we can all stand fire pretty well now—and these raids have got to b3 put up with; it's no good fussing. It seems so strange how yon can get used to anything. The first time I heard a shell give that particular long squeal that has such a nasty sound—just between ourselves, for a moment I felt terrified; but now I can take a feeble interest in tho mournful screech, and say, "There goes a good one"—providing, of course, I am under cover of somo kind! 1 am on Red Cross air-raid duty, and tog about in my uniform to comfort the 'shook up' ones." After reading a letter from an indomitable spirit like this, and a spirit, by the way, in a very frail tonement indeed, for the littlo New Zealand girl has been told by the doctors her heart is very weak, one feels that grievances like overcrowded cars, tho price of silk stockings, the lack_ of domestic help, and many other little worries grow rather microscopic, by comparison.