General War News.

Levin Daily Chronicle, 10 November 1917, Page 1

General War News.

WOMEN GAS-MAKERS,

The South Metropolitan Gas Co., now employs nearly 2000 women, who arc taking the place of men called to the colours. Women now do the entire work of the rctoTt house, making 3,500,000 cubic feet of gas daily. The work, which entails carrying great weights, is done in an atmosphere of excessive heat. Bricklaying, filling sacks, carpentry, fitting and turning, meter reading, and repairing are now all women's jobs. The only task that they have been unable to perform at present is the clinkering of the furnaces. MISTAKEN FOR A SPY. Miss Sylvia Pankhurst, who was one of the speakers at a demonstration in connection with the national suffrage movement, held in Trafalgar Square recently, was shouted down. An attempt was made to rush the "platform," and a scuffle ensued with the police. During this Miss Pankhurst made her escape to Charing Cross under the escort of two male sympathisers. Here things looked threatening, as a portion of the onlookers, who had not been at the meeting, believed her to be a German spy under arrest. The traffic was held up, and a constable dashed off to secure a taxicab. Into this Miss Pankhurst and her friends were hustled and the cab drove away amid groans, boos, and cheers. Rolled-up newspapers were hurled into the vehicle. A SAGACIOUS HORSE. An interesting story of how a soldier's life was saved by the sagacity of his horse has been told by Bombardier H. Wood, R.F.A., who lias been serving on the Salonika front. Wood says: "I was out on a mounted patrol one very dark and wet night and got lost in the m'ountains. Suddenly I came to a deep

ravine, but did not know until my horse snorted, and came to a halt. I coaxod her but she would go no further. I found I was on the precipice of a deep ravine, 300 ft deep. The worst of it was, as soon as I showed the light the enemy started blazing away with machine-guns. I could hear the bullets striking the rocks just down the cliffs. If tliey had had a little more elevation I should not have been writing this letter. When I reached my battery next morning I gave my faithful marc an extra bag of corn.''