Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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Do not miss th^) CIV by I LI AN S Bryher ' 'What part have civilians in war ?" It is this question asked by the author that makes ont i realise here is not a searchlight merely, but an oxy-aceteline flame burning to the very heart Wartime England. "So war began with cheering and ended with drunkenness. What about Berlin ? What o the defeated ? What for all of to-morrow ? There was nothing to do for those not drunk bui to go to bed. As they had gone to bed on August the Fourth. There was a lot of ruin in be-: tween. Where did the old code lead ? Be a good wife, be a good mother, be a good citizen lec to this — drunken men cheering in a war, drunken women cheering out a war. Kol ody caring, nobody responsible. People dying, even civilians dying". Or again : "Your King and Country Need You, screamed the posters. Well they were learning novi what king and country' was. ' 'You bloody bastard, . ." the ser£.eant began, and the cane descend-, ed again, full betM cen a horse's ears. The rest of the sentence was lost in the jingling of the reins. Children in prams sat and watched "the soldiers"... "It's a shame," someone in the crowd : yelled... "Not so good for recruiting to do that in the open," an officer was saying. . . . The: recruits galloped along the Row. On hoardings black robed mothers with white hair prodded ; their sons toward bayonets." This is a vivid and remorseless book of the War, unique in every way. A great book. Price 7 shillings and sixpence. By E. L. Black FROM ANY OF THE CLOSE UP AGENTS OR DIRECT FROM POOL RIANT CHATEAU TERRITET SUISSE