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Pozieres._] The wise ones dined well--if not too well--at the "Godbert," with its Madeleine, or the "Cathedral," with its Marguerite, who was the queen of the British Army in Picardy, or, not so expensively, at the "Hotel de la Paix." Some months later the club started, a well-run place.

I remember a Major who used to have his bath there once a week at 4 p.m.
It was prepared for him, with a large whisky-and-soda by its side.
What more comfort could one wish?
Then there were dinners at the Allied Press, after which the Major would give a discourse amid heavy silence; then music.

The favourite song at that time was:-- "Jackie Boy! Master?
Singie well?
Very well.
Hey down, Ho down, Derry, Derry down, All among the leaves so green, O.
"With my Hey down, down, With my Ho down, down, Hey down, Ho down, Derry, Derry down, All among the leaves so green, O." Later, perhaps, if the night was fine, the Major would retire to the (p.

018) garden and play the flute.