In the cinema the stage was well appointed and lighted with electric lights; the costumes of the men, especially those who took the part of ladies, were good and well made.

The music, vocal and instrumental, was all that could be desired.

But the audience, composed of hundreds of strong, keen, young men who had endured hard things, and perhaps, in a few hours after the show, would be once again facing death in the front trenches, was a sight never to be forgotten.

Could any performer ask for a more sympathetic hearing?
Not a joke was lost upon the men, not a gesture was unobserved; and when some song with a well-known chorus was started, through the murky atmosphere of cigarette smoke would rise a volume of harmony which would fairly shake the building.

I have often stood at the back and listened to a splendid burst of song, which to me had an added charm from the deep unconscious pathos of it all.