Sark, always considerate of convenience of public, thinks it may be well to state that it will be no use anyone looking in at Post Office and crying, "Pease! Pease!" Not because there is no Pease, but because there are two—Jack, the Postmaster-General, and his cousin Pike Pease, formerly a Unionist Whip, who has for some months served as Assistant Postmaster-General.
Business done.—In Committee on Military Service Bill.
Thursday.—Fourth night of debate in Committee on Military Service Bill. Concluded a business that might have been as fully accomplished at one sitting. Save for a few immaterial amendments; of the verbal kind, Bill stands as it did when introduced. Scene closed with exchange of compliments between Bonar Law and little band who have succeeded in keeping talk going. He expressed satisfaction, "or perhaps something rather stronger" (this a little dubious), at the way in which opposition had been conducted. They protested it was all due to his conciliatory manner.
And so home to bed as early as eleven o'clock.
Inquisitive Party. "Ye'll likely be gaun tae Elie?" N.C.O. "No!"
Inquisitive Party. "Than ye'll be gaun tae Pittenweem?" N.C.O. "No!!"
Inquisitive Party. "Then ye'll shair tae be gaun tae Crail?" N.C.O. "No!!!"
Inquisitive Party. "Dae ye think a care a dom whaur ye're gaun?'