THE DINING GLADIATOR;
or, War to the Knife (and Fork).
(Being further Extracts from a certain Diary).
August 4th, 1914.—Declaration of War. I hereby take a solemn oath not to relax my efforts to win this struggle for England, even if it costs me my last drop of ink.
Began my series of powerful articles by calling for Kitchener, of whom I now, if guardedly, approve. Lunched at the Carlton and dined at the Ritz to let all the world see that I am not downhearted.
Spent the morning at the War Office, showing everyone how the work there ought to be done. Then to Downing Street to put things right there.
Lunched at Claridge's with six Leading Ladies, all of them cheery souls.
Week-ended at Melton. Some good tennis and bridge. Fear that none of our generals really knows his job.