SWEATERS.
Sir,—On Tuesday last you were good enough to print my offer to dye and deliver to the proper quarter such sweaters as your readers were disposed to send me for our soldiers. Since then it has snowed sweaters here at the rate of 200 a day. I have been able to keep pace with the supply, but not with the demand. And the weather will soon be really cold. It is my earnest hope that this request of mine will do nothing to prejudice the splendid asking and giving that goes on all round. For those who can, individually or by clubbing, a motor ambulance—but really an old sweater, a piece of brown paper, and a fourpenny stamp!
Incidentally I have learned two things this week— What our Post Office can do without warning, and the love (there is no other word deducible from the messages accompanying the snowstorm) the British public has for the British Army.
Yours faithfully,
JOHN PENOYRE.
8, King’s Bench-walk, Inner Temple, E.C.
[John Penoyre's previous letter of 6th October appears here.]
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