Press Cuttings by George Bernard Shaw
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asks Is that all? Have you no regard for the sanctity of human
life? BALSQUITH (much relieved). Well, getting shot is what a soldier is for. Besides, he doesnt vote. MITCHENER. Neither do the Suffragets. BALSQUITH. Their husbands do. (To the Orderly.) By the way, did she kill him? THE ORDERLY. No, Sir. He got a stinger on his trousers, Sir; but it didnt penetrate. He lost his temper a bit and put down his gun and clouted her head for her. So she said he was no gentleman; and we let her go, thinking she'd had enough, Sir. MITCHENER (groaning). Clouted her head! These women are making the army as lawless as themselves. Clouted her head indeed! A purely civil procedure. THE ORDERLY. Any orders, Sir? MITCHENER. No. Yes. No. Yes: send everybody who took part in this disgraceful scene to the guardroom. No. Ill address the men on the subject after lunch. Parade them for that purpose--full kit. Don't grin at me, Sir. Right about face. March. (The Orderly obeys and goes out.) BALSQUITH (taking Mitchener affectionately by the arm and walking him persuasively to and fro). And now, Mitchener, will you come |
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