THE Great Pilgrimage to Ypres of 11,000 Britishers, in which Lady Haig le,d
a Scottish legion of sorrowing sisterhood, to the scene of their loved ones'
supreme sacrifice, is over, but it has left an imperishable memory in the
minds of those who witnessed it, and in the hearts of the British, Belgian and
French peoples.
Ypres Ten Years After.
THE YPRES TIMES
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An imaginary line was drawn half-way across No Man's Land, and here they
met the Jerries," exchanging bully beef galore, for chocolate, cigars, wine
and other luxuries. Next morning, Christmas morning, broke fine and frosty, and
after stand-to the same procedure was carried out. It was a real treat to get
out 011 top and stretch one's legs, and see something of the countryside by daylight,
without having the threatening zip of a bullet past one's ear. Some lads from
the neighbouring battalion were parading up and down a road behind our line,
attired, one in frock coat and silk hat, another in female attire, complete with
picture hat and sunshade, and a third on a ramshackle bicycle.
We were relieved tbe same night, after spending a very pleasant day, and
marched out, back to billets in Houplines.
E. P. L.
MEMBERS OF 63RD FIELD AMBULANCE ASSOCIATION AT THE CLOTH HALL.
But besides the Great Pilgrimage, Ypres, year in and year out, will henceforth
be the Mecca of all those mourners who seek some solace in the Menin Gate
Memorial, erected to those 55,000 heroes, to whom the fortunes of war denied
even a known burial place. Others may have a sacred spot, in one of those
beautiful British cemeteries, a corner of a foreign field that is for ever England,"
where a mother may mourn her son as quietly as amidst the yew-lined cemeteries
of the Motherland, but for those who have waited weary years, haunted with hopes
