JOTTINGS.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXX, Issue 35, 28 September 1914, Page 6

JOTTINGS.

With painstaking care two ladies of—well, say Kelburn, prepared a large box of fancy confectionery for a member of the Infantry Regiment of the Expeditionary Force (says the Dominion). When the men came from Palmerston seemed an opportune time to present the gift, so along they went to look for their friend. Gazing over the troopship railing were many sun-burned troopers, and whether the incipient moustache all the men are cultivating proved a good disguise or hot is hard to say, but the young ladies came to the unanimous conclusion that one dark warrior was their friend; but he was not. “That’s him.” both cried, and fonvith sent a messenger up with the sweets, at the same time calling, “Don’t open them till you get to sea.” And now a young contingenter is happy in the possession of more than enough sweets, with a card attached presenting “the regards of the Misses ,” while the young man should have been favored is wondering why his friends have forgotten him.