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possessed and insouciant tra-la-la when Ductnr Mac-
amble trotted in with profuse apologies for being iate.

The outspoken utterances of Mabel had at ail events
made me feel decidedly "pro-Macamble", but ] took
the wise precaution of moving him a few tables far-
ther away from her. I assumed that after hearing
even a modicum of his anti-war eloquence she would
be more than likely to join in, and might conceivably
order her cousin Archie to frog-march the doctor out
of the lounge; in fact, I feared that she might regard
it as her duty to break up our little pacifist meeting,
thinly attended though it was.

Before rendering my account of the meeting I must
explain that Macamble was a doctor not of medicine
but of philosophy—a Ph.D. in fact—which may have
been the cause of his being so chock-full of ideas and
adumbrations. Urbanely regarding him across an in-
terval of eighteen years I find him quite unobnoxious;
but I must candidly confess that I obtained no edifi-
cation while bearing the brunt of his fussy and some-
what muddled enthusiasm. After listening to him for
about an hour and a half I could be certain of one
thing only—that he believed himself to be rather a
great man. And like so many of us who maintain that
belief, he had so far found very few people to agree
with him in his optimistic self-estimate. I suspect that
he looked on me as a potential disciple; anyhow he
urgently desired to shepherd me along the path to a
salvation which was, unquestionably, the exact anti-
thesis to army life. Transmogrified into a music-hall
ditty, Macamble's attitude to army officers would
have worked out something like this:

7 couldn't shake hands with a Colonel
And Majors I muchly detest: