March 21, 1917
Today, I got called (once again) a slacker. It happened as I passed by the employment office on Bay St. Three soldiers were standing in front with grins on their faces that were anything but friendly. I could tell that they knew I should be signing up. The recruiting efforts have been turning in poor numbers and the talk of conscription has started in earnest. The soldiers are calling it the “Revenge of the Green-Eye Monster” rounding up the slackers to fight overseas. I was no longer looking at the three soldiers; I was staring the Green-Eye Monster in the face. It’s time to leave.
Tom Thomson's Last Spring 