ABSTRACT
An African tropical Protectorate is invariably a “Potty” place. The West African official is less fortunately circumstanced. In the first place, except when he is on leave, he spends all his time in the society of other Pots. As a carrier or a soldier or engaged in any work which entails plenty change of scene and excitement the African in European employ is at his best. Domestic “boys” are at their best when “on tour” with their masters. Among all nations a certain proportion of individuals are born Pots—some big, some small, yet their characters are cast in the mould of the Pot. It is true that such individuals generally find their way to the haven where nature meant them to rest —the Government services; but not always.
