The Ypres Times.
99
OUR PRIZE COMPETITION.
We regret to announce that nobody sent in a correct solution of our Problem Picture. All sorts
and conditions of guesses were madeone said, Broodseinde Road and just south of Moulin
Farm another, "this is suspiciously like Passchendaele another, "Cambridge Road
another, a spot on the Moorslede Road another, a thousand yards or a little farther from
Gheluvelt on the Menin Road and so on and so on.
But nobody drew the lucky number. Here is the photograph again. Have another good look
at it. Now, what is it
The answer is No. On second thoughts we have decided to give you another guess
all round, so the solution is deferred until the next number. The same conditions apply as on
the last occasion. Who's for the half-guinea
HUMOROUS INCIDENTS.
Members responded so nobly to our reiterated
appeal for something funny that we almost
repented of our rashness. However, it was worth
it. Below we reproduce several humorous
incidents." Those whose efforts do not appear
must not think that they were not appreciated
it is clearly impossible to print all the stories.
This is easily the best
The incident I am about to describe took place
in a Base Hospital in France. A man had a toe
amputated and his foot was bandaged up in a
very ungainly parcel." Enter a Jock sergeant
on a stretcher, who was wounded in the foot.
What is it you have in that bundle he asked.
The man told him, saying that in his opinion the
doctor had made a mess of the job.
Presently the M.O. came round, and in his turn
Jock's foot was examined. You'll have to
undergo an operation. We must have that toe
off," said the M.O. Oh no, you'll not,"answered
Jock stubbornly. But it won't be painful.
We'll do it in a jiffy," he was told.
But Jock was firm. Send me to Blighty
and I don't mind," said he. The M.O. became
exasperated. Why, it's nothing That man,"
indicating the owner of the parcel,' had one
off and he's doing well."
Send me hame," Jock retorted, me feyther'll
do it."
Why, is your father a surgeon queried the
doctor in surprise. No," replied Jock, but
he's a haundy mon T
J. Viccars, Jun.
Godalming.
This takes some beating
I noticed in the Ypres Times you are asking
for Humorous Incidents. Well, I had a good
laugh at some Darkies while I was with the 265
Siege Battery on the Menin Road. We had
about 30 B.W.I. Darkies, as shell fatigue, and
they were rather windy over the Gotha raids
which used to occur every night. One Darkie
in particular was very windy, it was a common
thing for him to sit outside his funk hole, at
night, firing at the Gothas with a rifle. One
night, about the middle of October, 1917, we had
been raided extra bad, and the Darkie had been
firing at them as usual, and this is whaL he said
to us when he brought some shells to the gun next
morning. Dis am a funny world. We'm here
to-day, and dead to-morrow. Dere's only one
who can keep us hear, and dat's de Lord, an I
fired 'bout fifty rounds at him last night, den.
couldn't hit him." (Meaning the Gotha).
Ed. F. Hollands,
(Late Gunner, R.G.A.).
Greenstreet, Nr. Sittingbourne, Kent.
