movement may seem pleasing in the eyes of a man—why, possibly a man whose country house even may have been burned in behalf of votes for women! Clearly I must mind my phrases, to get my permits. And it you're a journalist in war time, you need the permit as you do your daily bread.
To get it, you write about it and call about it and write about it some more. And then it comes like this:
Dear Mrs. Daggett:—
If you will call to-morrow Wednesday at 3 o'clock at the main entrance to Woolwich Arsenal and ask for Miss Barker, presenting the attached paper, you will find that arrangements have been made for your visit.
G.S.B.
Or it comes like this:
Horse Guards, S.W., Nov. 7, 1917.
Mrs. M. P. Daggett,
Room 464 Ritz Hotel,
Dear Madam:—
I have pleasure in informing you that under War Office instructions I have arranged with the officer commanding 3rd London General Hospital, Wandsworth Common, S.W., for you to visit his hospital at 11 a. m. on Friday next, the 9th instant.
Yours faithfully,
O.
Colonel D.A.D.M.S.
London District.
