Evening star., 1940-11-28

thing was all right and the fear
passed.
I think it's this quality of keep
ing their fear to themselves while
they are afraid-they talk about 1t
plenty afterward-that's the most
important part of what the English
call behaving well," and they have
it whether they are cockneys tn the
East Side or cabinet ministers.
They do not transmit their fears
to one another the way some other
peoples do. And when people trans
nit their fear to each other, the
result is panics and anything can
happen in a panic. When they don't
transmit their fear they 60 on about
their business and presently aren't
afraid any more,
Fear Is Hitler's Tool.
The fear that I'm talking about
is the unreasonable fear produced
by noise and the imagination.
How a soldier who is under fire
and is liable to be killed in action
feels I know only from books. But
was and am interested in the
other kind Of fear, because that Is
the principal tool with which Adolf
Hitler has conquered so much of
the world.
It's the Britisher's ability to cope
with 1t and to survive it and to learn
that it's headache and not a fatal
disease that's an important part of
my confidence that the British will
withstand and survive Adolf Hit
Ter, and there's absolutely no uues-
ton that they survived the terrific
dose he gave them in September and
are fourishing under the dilute So
Iutlon which seems all he is cur
rently able to administer.
In IA nights I had only two small
oomos drop within a block of me.
one In the park outside my window
after learning to sleep through the
naval gun, its whistle woke we wide
awake just before 1t hit-and thu
other on a road along which we were
orlVlng back to town from a night
flying field. '
There were four of us in a closed
Woolsey car. The gears on the
Woolsey were noisy and we had
heard no warning, but a red Hight
f1ashed in front Of us, an air raid
warden stuck his head in as we
stopped. He said, There a crater
just ahead. 1t just happened. We
haven't found it yet. Better be
careful" We said we would and
drove on.
Auto Runs Into Bomb Crater.
AT the end of block we all at
once saw two small lights flush with
the pavement. The next minute
we began to run over rubble. One
Of us said. TITS right here. You
can always tell when you begin run
ming over rubble." Another few
feet and we saw what the lights
on the street were. They were the
still burning sidelights Of a car
that had just run into the crater.
We swung off to one side to avoid
1t and the pencil beam of our head
light picked out a figure lying on
the edge of the curb.
We got out and went over to it.
1t was dead policeman. A red
headed policeman.
There was no one else around. It
was very quiet. You could hear
water bubbling under the car. The
bomb had broken a main. We had
flashlights and stood looking down
at the dead policeman, not quite
knowing what to do next.
Presently there were footsteps
walking rapidly towards us. Two
air raid wardens. They made no
comment. First one and then sew
eral policemen came from another
street. They looked at the dead
policeman, but did not move him.
We shifted uneasily and walked
back to look in the crater.
The bomb must have hit lust
ahead of the car and the car rolled
in where the pavement had been.
For 1t was hardly scratched.
While we were looking an am
hulance or truck rolled up be-
hind us, some men got out, went