"Hip ... hip! ... hooray!" I hung over Mollie's front room window sill, crushed between her and Doddy, and waving my flag to the procession passing below. Fellbum Victory Procession. Bands playing, lorries laden with men and girls, and rows of couples joined arm in arm, dancing along the width of the street. "Conquerors Conquerors Germany lies bleeding." Doddy was at it again, and I turned my face to him and laughed widely. And he went on, "But the blood is yellow and the victors will squeeze her as they did before, and there will rise out of the juice another Hitler." "For God Almighty's sake, stow it, Doddy. If you dont talk some bloody sense for a change I'll push you out of the window, so help me God I will!" Mollie, too, was laughing, and Doddy went on, "But I'm merely quoting one. Sir Eric Geddes. Hast thou not heard of his words, spoken at the end of the last war? He was the man who conceived Mr. Hitler, for didn't he say "We will get everything out of her that you can get out of a lemon, I'll squeeze her until you can hear the pips squeak" " "And you're a pip-squeak if there ever was one.
