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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1942-03-19, Page 7• lher.i0e:!leieeeve -mitanminafflar• ENGLAND'S NEW PRIMATE AND WIFE r The Most Rev. William Terepid, new Archbishop a Canterbttry, IhoWti with his wife eri their ardval at London. recently, The new 1priretto 0± Ungland was Iorrnerly Arehbithop of York. 1Ie suecceded MM. COSMO Gordon fang on the Iatter's retitatacat. 411111.11011111.011100.11111111100110041n 111604MIKKIIMO 0.11.0.11i01•1111.0•11MOmmisomm13, Conditions In Great Britain and 'Other Countries As seen and written by Hugh Templin, Editor of the Fergus News-Record, 411111•0111.WWWINI•11.011.0.010o4111111.00•11•41111/10•1111,04M1•04p0.04•••0011•18=1•0111111111.0.1•.1101110111•01INIMMIMMOOM-011111.41•111.0.11111“ The Duchess of Kent cuts the birthday cake, as- Kent is seen seated at LEFT, The Beaver club is sistzd by Mr, Vincent Massey, as the Beaver club in the rendezvous of Cariadian troops in leoMleue Leaden celebrated its second birtbda26. Tile Duke of Co live enywhere else. 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We decided that when the Hun knocks a bit off the top, the staff just moves down one storey far- ther into the cellar, but I cannot vouch for that. It isn't an easy building to enter, for it is guarded by both police and soldiers. One has to have a pass and a definite appointment to get past the soldier who stands with fixed bayonet beside a portable bomb shelter in the main hallway, It was abotit 10,30 when I came out, showing another pass at the door be, fore I could get out. I had done my broadcast from a basement room, two storeys below the surface of the earth, It hadn't been an ordeal, in spite of the sign that said that we would be warned if enemy bombers were direct- ly overhead, and would we please con- tinue as long as possible after the first warning sounded. There is much less formality about the broadcasting in the B.B.C. than in studios on this side of the ()teen. I soon felt quite at home. When the director learned about the anniversary, he insisted that I add a personal message to ,my .wife. I ap- preciated his thoughtfulness. There was no taxi in, sight as I came out into the blackout, but it was a moonlight night and I was used to the blackness by this time, so I started off. It isn't hard to find one's way in London. The moon was in the south and the Thames lay in that di- rection. At a corner in Regent street, I stop- ped to check up with a policeman. He was standing outside his little brick bombeshelter. Every main corner has one of them. They would not hold more than two or three persons, hud- D YNAMIC • commander of the Canadian army, Lieutenant- General A. G, L. MeNaughton shows intense interest in the pro- duction of "tools of war" in the great Ford of Canada plant at Windsor.- In a typical attitude with his general's cap tucked under his arm, the soldier-scientist quizzes F, Millmun, machine shop superintendent, about the opera- tion of one of the thousands of machines in the plant, Canada's Many People Still Sleep In Shelters In London's Undergrotund Stations This is the twelfth in the series of articles written exclusively for the weekly newspapers of Canada liy Hugh Templin, editor of the Fergus News-Record. He flew to Great Britain as a guest of the British Council and was given an opportun- ityto see what is being done in Brit- ain, Ireland and Portugal in war- time. , This series has stretched out and this story will ,complete the twelve that I originally planned to write. It seems that there has been so much to tell—much more than I though when I arrived back in Canada. - For the twelfth story, I am choos- ing one of the simplest of them all, .and yet one of the hardest to do. So -many people want to know what Lon- -don is really like in wartime, with the blackout and the bombing. So many .ask for a description, yet it is hard to e-describe London, as one really sees it, particulary at night when the eye sees little. There have been so many des- criptions and yet most of them fail to paint a true picture. ' Perhaps I should not try, when , so many experts have failed. But it ought to be easy enough. I'll take one even- ing walk and tell about it, as I wrote -it down after reaching the light and -warmth of my room at the Savoy, It was the night of October 1st, and, as it happened, the anniversary -of my wedding — the first time I had 'been away from home on that date in 20 years of married life. It was my turn to bi;oadcast a message to Can- ada. that night and I had sent my wife a cable to be listening. I hoped she er.votild hear my voice, at least. The British Broadcasting House is, • I was passing a block of stately apartment' houses. Most of them ap- peared to be intact. Then there was a gap where several had been blown out into the street. The rubbish had been cleared away, but the moon shone down on a blank white wall, studded here and there with little fire- places and against the sky a row cif about 20 chimneys stood silhouetted against the midnight blue. In the next block, it was stores that had suffered. Sometimes the window was just a great, gaping hole and the inside of the store wasn't there. On either side, the windows had been boarded up, bu the stores were evi- dently carrying on, though. I couldn't read what was on the little signs nail- ed to the boards. Nb lights of any kind were to be seen except the traffic lights -"at the main corners and the single, shaded headlamps of approaching cars.* The traffic lights were tiny red and green crosses cut in sheets of metal that had been fitted over the lenses. The red and green looked rather decorative, but when the yelloW came on, it look- ed unlaWfully bright for the five sec- onds it remained. The Car lights made only dim moving circles on the pave- ment as they passed. I found 'myself, bye and bye, in Piccadilly Circus. Loyal Londoners claim that, this has the busiest traffic of any place on earth in normal times. It certainly hasn't now. Occasional taxis slipped past, and buses with their windows covered with some opaque substance with tiny holes scraped in the centre of each -Window pane so that a passenger can look out with a single eye, The statue of Eros is no longer seen in the centre of the Circus. It is covered with a cone- shaped protection against bombs and the boards on the outside are plastered with signs advising the onlookers to buy bonds. (I saw them in daylight 'several times.) I had missed a tour of the air raid shelters a few nights before, but I recalled that the most famous of them all was in the Underground station below Piccadilly Circus. I went down the stairs and into the bright light of the station. My travelling before that time had been above ground. This was -my first visit to the Underground. The streets may have seemed deserted but there were lights and action and crowds be- low the surface. A long line moved slowly past a window marked 11/2 d and another line past the 2d wicket. Moving stairways seemed to go down into the bowels of the earth in every direction, Evidently this was, just the vestibule. Sleeping Under the Ground 'I appealed to another contsable. I explained who I was, where I had come from and what I wanted to see. He called to another man in blue uni- form: "Here, mate, will you watch things for me a few minutes," and then herded ate past a ticket turnstile and down an escalator. It was 75 feet long or more, but that was just the beginning. We walked down some stone steps and took another escalator for another 80 feet or so, past rows of theatre posters and other advert- isements. I really wasn't prepared for what I saw, London hadn't been bombed in months, yet there were several hun- dred people sleeping beside the sub- way tracks, The trains came racing out of the darkness, like great cater- pillars, stopped a moment, and went on again. The ,platforms were none too wide, but all along 'the walls were rows of men 'and women sleeping on the tiled floors, with blankets over and ukder them, In. some parts of the "tubes," there were rows of double-deck cots along the walls, The cots bore numbers and the same .people occupied thou night after' hight. Spine of theta had been fixed tip a bit, with blankets hanging down in front, like the curtains of a berth on a train, But most of them were open to the gaze of hundreds who passed by, I. There were. more women than men 1 4314 they were in various stages of un- theee, Some never took off their elothes at all; other women were com- ing out of the lavatories with pyjamas or •nightgowns showing below their dressing gowns, I saw no children over a year old, but there were three babies, one of them very tiny. An old couple, well dressed, sat together on the stone floor, taking their things out of an expensive-looking suitcase, A stone stairway ran up '20 steps or so, Lying on it were sixaor seven men, They weren't .crosswayS on the steps, because that would have imped- ed traffic, but they were lying up the stairs. The sharp, metal-bound edges dug into their sides in three or four places, brut they slept on, while hun- dreds walked past them and the trains thundered by 20 feet away. I would not have believed it if I had not seen it. My guide took me down to a lower level. There were more bunks, At the end of the row was a temporary first aid post, with two nurses in unifrom, At a counter nearby, three girls were selling tea, coffee, cakes and sand- wiches. I was more moved by these things than I had been since I arrived in London, but to the constable it was an old story. He was scornful: "A lot of foreigners what hasn't got any guts, sir, or lodging house folk what won't pay their rent. You can see for your- self, sir!" I could see—a strangely assorted folk, They looked different to me than they, did to him: He may have been right, but I thought. I saw behind it the homes that had, been destroyed and people with no place to go where they felt safe. Surely it took more than an ordinary terror to make people live like that: Yet lie may have been right: after all, it was five months since the last bombing of that part of London. As we.went back upstairs, my new- found friend and guide complained about the Government in a way that sounded thoroughly Canadian. The in- come; tax was unfair, he said. Here he was, working for two days out of every' week for the Government. He had been retired on a pension and they called him back to work—and then taxed his pay and pension as well. Yet he had a young nephew on the south coast--a publican, he was—that didn't have anything to do because his pub was in a prohibited area. He got a job as a carpenter, though he had no training. Building defence works, he was, and still at if, and he gets £8 or £10 a week. He keeps changing from one job to another and nobody ever checks him up and he never paid any taxes. They say Bevin favors the trade unions anyway. It sounded familiar. I thought of the carpenters at Camp Borden and, a number of other complaints back home, The constable had other criticisms to make while he had the ear of the Press, The Army should be helping the Russians. He had a son in the army for two years, just doing noth- ing. Conscription wasn't fairly enforc- ed. A lot of young fellows get free, though they are calling up men of 45 now. He pointed to two young chaps in evening clothes (about the only ones I Saw so dressed in London). They were drank and leaning on each other. The constable said he saw the same ones every day. Why weren't they in the Army? I didn't know, so I said good-bye and reached the upper air again. Walking along Piccadilly, I passed several groups of loving couples. The men were mostly sailors. Some of them were singing. They had their arms around the girls. It was just dark enough for that. I caught up to a pair not so loving. There' was moonlight enough to see that he was an officer in the R,A.F. The woman said: "Well, I hope you are proud of yourself after that ex- hibitionl" The voice was full of bit- terness. I thought he might hit her, gone, but theyturned in a doorway and. were At Leicester Square, I paused, for theme are several streets. (You know the lines of the song, of course — 'Good-bye, Piccadilly; farewell, , Lei, cester Square.") I stood at the curb looking at 'the streets across the circle. shortish lady came along and bumped into me. There wasn't any need: the sidewalk was wide and it wasn't really dark, "Sorry, sir," she said, so I asked tier which way to time Strand. "Down that way," she said, "But I ant going this way. You coming this way?" "No thanks!" I said and continued on my way south. Trafalgar Square was familiar to me, day or night, I .turned down past a bombed church and an ambulance passed use in the darkness with its bell clanging, and stopped at the next corner. As I walked past, a lady on a stretcher was taken M the little door. The- last time I had been past that same corner, a friend had pointed to that saute door. "That's where they took me the night I smashed up my ear in the big blitz," he had said. That Was the first time I had ktioWn he had been bombed, Thursday, March 19th, 1942 WINGHAM ADVANCE,TIMES prAVTI? CRI,P13RATES grr: NO ElPTHP.4 Y 'died elose together, but they do give p rotection)lintcrs, front blasts and flyingsi The constable seemed surprised when I asked if I was headed in the right direction for the Savoy, "yes, sir," he said. "You are—but it's' a long way, sir. You wouldn't be thinking of walking that fail" I assured him 'I was dud wondered. if any constable in any other large city in the world would have inen so polite about it, I had my little pocket torch — the kind we call "pen-lights" in Canada, f••:ven that was too bright for the Lon- don blackout, unless, covered with a leyer•of blue tissue paper, That night, 1 had no need of it, The moon gave light enough, The main streets is the West End have suffered from the bninbing. As I walked along, it seemed that the vacant spaces were at more or less re- gular distaeces. It seemed as though a German pilot might have gone up one side of the street and do'Wn the other, letting his high explosives drop as quickly as he ,could turn the bomb lever. I caught up to a very fat man at the next comer. He looked congenial, "Is this the Strand?" I asked. knew it was, but that might be an opening. "It is that," he said, "though it's not like it used to be in the old days when it was eo full of traffic that you couldn't cross it anywhere herebouts." He turned to me. "You're an Amery ican and don't remember it?" I explained I was a Canadian. "I knew it was or the other," lie said, evidently thinking there was no real difference. On a beautiful night like that, it was natural to turn to the weather next. "Last year," he said, "they came over every night, moon or no moon," (Hitler is never mentioned by name and the -Germans seldom: it is 'he' or 'they.') "About half-past eight, it was. You could set -your watch by it. One hundred and sixty-eight nights with- out a break. Hell, it was. But I'd rath- er be in London in a blitz than have