“Let me see: which will meet your case? Leaflet M, the Modern Sisyphus--that’s a picture one, and more for the poor; so simple and graphic. P is better for you. HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT what war is, and what it would be like to have it raging round your own home? HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT what your feelings would be if you heard that an enemy had landed on these shores, and you knew that you were ignorant of the means by which you could help to defend your country and your home? YOU PROBABLY THINK that if you are a member of a rifle club, and know how to shoot, you have done all that is needed. But--well, you haven’t, and so on, you know. You’d better take P. And Q. Q says ‘Are you a Liberal? Then join the League, because, etc. Are you a Democrat? Are you a Socialist? Are you a Conservative? Are you----’ ” “Yes,” said Eddy, “I’m everything of that sort. It won’t be able to think of anything I’m not.” She thought he was being funny, though he wasn’t; he was speaking the simple truth. “Anyhow,” she said, “you’ll find good reasons there why you should join, whatever you are. Just think, you know, suppose the Germans landed.” She supposed that for a little, then got on to physical training and military discipline, how important they are. Eddy said when she paused, “Quite. I think you are utterly right.” He always did, when anyone explained anything to him; he was like that; he had a receptive mind. “You can become,” said Miss Jamison, getting to the gist of the matter, “a guinea member, or a penny adherent, or a shilling associate, or a more classy sort of associate, that pays five shillings and gets all kinds of literature.” “I’ll be that,” said Eddy Oliver, who liked nearly all kinds of literature. So Miss Jamison got out her book of vouchers on the spot, and enrolled him, receiving five shillings and presenting a blue button on which was inscribed the remark, “The Path of Duty is the Path of Safety.” “So true,” said Eddy. “A jolly good motto. A jolly good League. I’ll tell everyone I meet to join.” “There’ll be another meeting,” said Miss Jamison, “next Thursday. Of course you’ll come. We want a good audience this time, if possible. We never have one, you know. There’ll be lantern slides, illustrating invasion as it would be now, and invasion as it would be were the National Service League Bill passed. Tremendously exciting.” Eddy made a note of it in his Cambridge Pocket Diary, a small and profusely inscribed volume without which he never moved, as his engagements were numerous, and his head not strong.