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It was May 2nd and warm weather; no one ap-
peared to be annoyed about the War, so why should I
worry? Sitting on the top of a 'bus, I glanced at the
editorial paragraphs of the Unconservative Weekly. The
omniscience of this ably written journal had become
the basis of my provocative views on world affairs. I
agreed with every word in it and was thus comfortably
enabled to disagree with the bellicose patriotism of the
Morning Post. The only trouble was that an article in
the Unconservative Weekly was for me a sort of divine re-
velation. It told me what I'd never known but now
needed to believe, and its ratiocinations and political
pronouncements passed out of my head as quickly as
they entered it. While I read I concurred; but if I'd
been asked to restate the arguments I should have
contented myself with saying "It's what Pve always
felt myself, though I couldn't exactly put it into

The Archbishop of Canterbury was easier to deal
with. Smiling sardonically, I imbibed his "Message
to the Nation about the War and the Gospel". "Occa-
sions may arise", he wrote, "when exceptional obliga-
tions are laid upon us. Such an emergency having
now arisen, the security of the nation's food supply
may largely depend upon the labour which can be de-
voted to the land. This being so, we are, I think,
following the guidance given in the Gospel if in such
a case we make a temporary departure from our rule.
I have no hesitation in saying that in the need which
these weeks present, men and women may with a
clear conscience do field-work on Sundays." Remem-
bering the intense bombardment in front of Arras on
Easter Sunday, I wondered whether the Archbishop
had given the sanction of the Gospel for that little
bit of Sabbath field-work. Unconscious that he was,