Item 01: James Wilkie letters, ca. 1914-1918 - Page 169
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[Page 169]
"British troops are forbidden on the grass". So you can imagine where lots of them go. One A pal of mine & I went to the theatre. It was called the Ass of Buridan, I shrieked when I read soon perceived it to be your old friend "Inconstant George". You saw it in London in 1910. Remember George in Pyjamas. But I think the English version must have been toned down, I didn't get all of it but the bits I got were hot.
You should just hear the row the chaps here are kicking up, singing things in different keys & beating time with sticks &c.
I was driven out of the office by officers, they kept literally 'blowing' into the office & worrying. I am getting on very slowly with my French but still picking up some every day. I hope some day soon to go to Paris & am very excited at the prospect. Some of the officers have been & have come back giving thrilling accounts of it. Seems to be a sort of earthly paradise. I wish I were a fluent linguist.
We are still resting here & enjoying life.