The ladies of the Women’s Guild.
well armoured in their tweeds and pearls.
Are sure that they will feel fulfilled
by doing good for wayward girls.
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Ivor, I would swear that this were Betjamin if I didn't know any different. This is such a beautiful poem that has that feeling of the Ealing Comedies about it. That dying breed of the middle class.No other country could have produced them and no other country could have produced someone as you self to draw a portrait of them.
Truely wonderfull. Many thanks for posting.
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Ivor, I would swear that this were Betjamin if I didn't know any different. This is such a beautiful poem that has that feeling of the Ealing Comedies about it. That dying breed of the middle class.No other country could have produced them and no other country could have produced someone as you self to draw a portrait of them. Truely wonderfull. Many thanks for posting.