We landed in North Russia in June 1918. We were piloted in on the _City
of Marseilles_ to a jetty. We did not know the name of the place. On
the jetty we saw from the boat a British marine on sentry duty. We
shouted down to him, "Where are we, mate?" He answered "Murmansk."
We asked, "What sort of place," and he shouted, "Lumme, you've come to
a blighted 'ole 'ere. They 'ave one picture palace and the price of
admission is a bar of soap."--_M. C. Oliver (late Corporal R.A.F.), 99,
Lealand Road, Stamford Hill, N.16._