Recorded in 1944. So many boys must have remembered this song from their nursery days now that they had gone for soldiers everyone. A knot in one's throat, a tear furtively swept, collective memories even for those of us who were no yet born.
"Just inside the door was an enormous upright mechanical organ, product of the Fatherland in its milder days. Into this you inserted a large metal disc covered with perforations, and then turned a handle. A huge metal roller, studded with spikes like some engine of the Inquisition, could then be observed in motion through the glass front of the upper part, and crashing melody poured forth."
"The nursery, which had been the home of Lady Emily's four children, was a large, sunny room made from several half-attic rooms thrown into one, with sloping ceilings in odd corners. It was filled with the accumulation of many years of children. A large dappled rocking horse with fiery nostrils stood in one corner."
"To sound the gong was, though he would have died than confess it, one of the great joys of Gudgeon's life. The soul of the artist, the poet, the soldier, the explorer, the mystic, which slumbered somewhere inside his tall and dignified presence, was released four times a day to empyrean heights unknown and unsuspected by his employers, [---] and his underlings."