Met the Gloomy Dean in the Mall and walked with him to the Rag., where he left me. A most diverting man. He told me a capital story about a curate and an egg.
Finished a rattling good article on a way to make our army look more impressive to the foe, namely by fitting each man with a dummy man on either side of him. Bosch aeroplane observers would imagine then that we were three times as strong as we are, and some very desirable results might follow.
Sent for Northcliffe and told him that unless my articles are treated with more respect I cannot go on and the War will be lost. He seemed to be impressed, but you never know.
Lunched at Claridge's with Lady Cunard, Lady Diana Manners and George Robey. We were all very witty.
In the afternoon saw Robertson at the W.O. and told him of my dummy soldier idea. He roared with delight.
Wrote one of my best articles, on the importance of either L. G. learning French or Clemenceau learning English. Very depressed all day; have lost my appetite.