The Way to the Stars Page #4

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otherwise we shall find

it's all been eaten by the non -residents.

Yes, Auntie.

Oh, Miss Todd!

- You know l never complain...

- Yes. Will you come to my office after dinner?

lris!

Coming, Auntie.

Now, if they'd drop a bomb on Auntie,

instead of Halfpenny Field...

She need it?

- Oh, hello.

- Hello.

- Can l help you?

- Yes. Here.

You wipe while l wash.

One of the bar boys left this morning. Called up.

- Did you go over this afternoon ?

- No. The Squadron did.

We lost our CO.

Squadron Leader Carter?

l'm terribly sorry.

Yes. lt's a bad show.

He was a great friend of yours, wasn't he?

l knew him pretty well.

ls there any hope?

No-one saw him or his crew bail out.

They'll post them as missing, l suppose,

for three months, anyway.

l think if l had to hear

someone was killed,

l'd rather hear it at once,

than hear it first as"missing".

Yes, it is rather an ugly word, isn't it?

know a

kind of poem called Missing.

Do you?

Less said the better.

The bill unpaid. The dead letter.

No roses at the end of Smith my friend

Last words don "t matter

for there are none to flatter

Words will not fill the post of Smith the ghost

For Smith, our brother

only son of loving mother,

the ocean lifted, stirred...

...leaving no word.

You wrote that yourself.

l say things l feel, that way, sometimes.

Sort of hobby.

l didn't know.

You're the only one who does

or who ever will.

Miss Todd? Glasses please

Fine bar boy, l am, spouting poetry at you.

The German pilot says to the Girl Guide,

"Which way is to the station ?"

She said,"l don't know.

l'm a parachutist here myself."

- Not bad, eh?

- Not bad.

- Going to bed already?

- Yes. Auntie doesn't like us staying up late.

Well, l suppose there's not very much

to stay up for in a place like Shepley.

- No, there isn't.

- ls there a cinema?

- Oh, yes.

- Well, couldn't we go along...

lris, dear, l thought l asked you

to get the room warm.

Yes, Auntie.

l sometimes wonder whether these modern girls

ever think of anyone but themselves.

- One for the swing doors?

- No, thanks.

- Drink up!

- Hello, we've had it.

Never mind. Hear about the man in the shelter?

The woman in the shelter... Wait a minute.

- You seen Archdale?

- No, but l shouldn't worry.

He's always last man out.

"Love's Old Sweet Song."

- So, this...

- Good night.

The man... Cheerio.

Get me a final one, will you?

l've got a chill. l have, honest.

Tell'em it's for medicinal purposes.

Mr. Palmer, you do go on.

l kill'em.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night, Miss Todd.

- Good night.

Good night, David.

Toddy.

What is the time? l know we shall be late.

There's plenty of time. Don't fuss.

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