they have been before, and come back to it again and again. One man remarked to the matron at his club, "I couldn't go to any of the others; this is the best of them all." To the enquiry as to whether he had been to the others, he answered: "Oh, no, but nothing could beat this!" Another—from Salonica—said, "We dream Maple Leaf Club out there." He had been at the club eighteen months before, and would go nowhere else when he returned to "Blighty." A man wrote to Lady Drummond after he had returned to the Front:
"Some people have no real idea of what a vital part this sort of thing plays in the morals of the Army. Very few people seem to say it, and so I hope that you will pardon me for being one of the people who cannot help saying what all we men feel every day out on the firing line and when we come home wounded. I have often heard the sentiment expressed by men and officers alike out there that the game would hardly be within the compass of a man's endurance if it was not for the encouragement and devotion of the women at home."