The daily monitor. (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1940-1942, 1941-03-25

Malcolm Macdonald, Britain's new High Commits
soner to Canada, st-olls with his sister, Sheia, the
extraordinarily good hcs'e ss."
BY PAUL MANNING
London, March Is Halfway through the roast
beef it occurred to what ext dinarily good
hostess this Sheila Macdonald was.
A bliiz was this Hampstead section of
London and the four of us were having dinner
There was Ssheila Macdonald who will be Eng
lands new hostess to Canada she's expected to fol-
low her 40-year-old bachelor brother Malcolm to
Canada when he takes over the job Of High Com
missioner. There Sheila's blond friend, chum
since roommate days at Oxford, and there was
young doctor. was the fourth.
Sheila Macdonald is no raving beauty, thought.
Her clothes are drab. She's trfle too lean But
even without the veneer which you acquire
from tour of Fifth Avenues smartest shops she
has the poise of a natural hostess.
WHETHER PAMPHLETS COULD WIN WAR
First, we had all gone to her study the third
floor. She had fixed it up herself, though the job
was not yet completed and seemed bare.
The conversation was general then an argument
suddenly started. The blond girl, who was hipped
on the subject Of Federal Union, seemed still to
think large-scale pamphlet raids could win this
But she couldn't explain exactly how And against
three, she didn't have chance.
Then the banshee wall OF q siren from the roof
top Of nearby factory began. So Sheila suggested
dinner and we moved to the dining room down.
stairs. There were shrimps, big any ever seen
Fisherman's Warf in San Francisco or Fulton
Street in New York. said So. Then Sheila and
the young doctor began talking about their peace
time visits to America They stin hadn't gotten
over the hospitality Of the Americans and Canadi-
ans, even after two and three years
DINNER DURING AN AIR RAID
Then came the roast beef-and with it a German
bomber overhead. He was evidently making
for factory and when he dropped his bombs near
by, the table moved slightly. The blond girl on my
right jumped. In fact, we all jumped.
But the conversation guided now by Sheila Mac
Donald, moved right along without interruption.
There were q few more bombs-then lull Of about
twenty minutes.
We finished dinner during this hull and moved
from the table. Then, IL seemed all hell broke
loose. The German planes kept circing and drop
ping more and more bombs. TIL
Occasionally the house rocked when stick Of
bombs would just miss the corner we were on.
EVER THE CORRECT HOSTESS
But Shells Macdonald ever the correct hostess
and probably the feminine counterpart of that
tabled Britisher in Africa who always dressed for
dinner, rat down ct the hallway piano.
I don't remember what she played, except that
there were two Scotch tunes included. remember
that Of course, because after The first Scotch num-
Der the young doctor rot up OF the floor where we
were stretched out listening and went into the
kitchen for some Scotch ale ~
There were two more hours Of this, which In
cluded some phonograph playing then the all-clear
sounded. That was the cue % leave. For another
raid mint start anytime whsn those planes which
had pasDod overhead without dropping bombs would
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