South Yorkshire Times, September 1st, 1951
“You seem depressed” a colleague remarked.
“I have been thinking,” I told him, “Of bygone days, when first-class beer cost less than half the present price and held more than twice the strength.”
“But you don’t drink beer,” he remarked.
“Count me as one who loves his fellowmen,” I urged. “Would you have me indifferent to human suffering?”
A Quiet Evening: S. L. Belsusan