haven't got my uniform on, but I've as good a right to it as you; I
was all through the Argonne."

"Well, what do you want to see Hun propaganda for?"

"Maybe I want to see what it's like."

"Well, you can't go in; we're here to shut up this show!"

I had stepped to one side as I spoke, and he caught me by the arm. I
thought there had been talk enough, and gave a sudden lurch, and
tore my arm free. "Hold on here!" he shouted, and tried to stop me
again; but I sprang through the crowd towards the box-office. There
were more than a hundred civilians in or about the lobby, and not
more than twenty or thirty ex-service men maintaining the blockade;
so a few got by, and I was one of the lucky ones. I bought my
ticket, and entered the theatre. To the man at the door I said: "Who
started this?"

"I don't know, sir. It's just landed on us, and we haven't had time
to find out."

"Is the picture German propaganda?"

"Nothing like that at all, sir. They say they won't let us show
German pictures, because they're so much cheaper; they'll put
American-made pictures out of business, and it's unfair
competition."

"Oh!" I exclaimed, and light began to dawn. I recalled Dr. Henner's