Men, Women and Guns

Excerpt: ''Two days ago a dear old aunt of mine asked me to describe to her what shrapnel was like. 'What does it feel like to be shelled?' she demanded. 'Explain it to me.' Under the influence of my deceased uncle's most excellent port I did so. Soothed and in that expansive frame of mind induced by the old and bold, I drew her a picture-vivid, startling, wonderful. And when I had finished, the dear old lady looked at me. 'Dreadful!' she murmured. 'Did I ever tell you of the terrible experience I had on the front at Eastbourne, when my bath-chair attendant became inebriated and upset me?' Slowly and sorrowfully I finished the decanter-and went to bed.''