JOTTINGS.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXV, Issue 31, 8 February 1915, Page 3

JOTTINGS.

' AtAbe annual meeting of the Otago Law Society, th following motion was carried“ That it be a recommendation to the Council of the New Zealand Law Society to solicit subscriptions from the Bench and Bar of New Zealand for a fund to be devoted towards The alleviation of suffering of troops at the front, particulars of the form which the .-gift shall take to be left to the Council of the New Zealand Society, „ after consultatftjii. with the defence - authorities; that it be reThat before subscriptions are solicited,’a definite object be fixed, in consultation with the defence authorities, such as filter-water waggons/’1 y, “The Times” gives a wonderful story of the recent fighting round Ypres. A young lieutenant had posted himself in o tower a few hundred yards from the German trenches. He had telephoned his orders regularly for half an hour. Then ho said, without any trace of excitement, to the operator on the other side: “I hear the Germans coming up the stairs. I have my revolver. Don’t believe anything you hear.” With these words he dropped the receiver, and he has not been heard of since. So passeed to his' long rest another “very gallant gentleman.” Trooper W. Green, lying wounded at York, tells the following story:— “There’s a horse of the JHoyal Irish Lancers that ought to have a Victoria Cross if ever anybody ought. One day in a hot action its rider was sent to earth with a bullet wound between his ribs. The troop was charging at the time, and as the man touched the ground his horse, which had got out of the ranks, picked him up in its mouth by his clothes and carried him to some men of the regiment who were resting their horses while awaiting orders. He will pull through all right, but the doctor said that had he' been forced to lie there all night he would have been dead in the morning.” An unusual recruit for the Australian Imperial Expeditionary Force was. found in a wiry-built, brownskinned man, who made his application in full khaki kit, forage cap, and leather puttees. On his tunic dangled the South Africa and Tirah campaign medals. “Pm a Sikh,” he exclaimed produly. “Two years I fought in South Africa, and two years I was with the Malakand Field Force. 1 come from the Punjauh, and I would fight again. 1 am not too old, only forty, and 1 have my papers. Here I have been hawking, but I am a Sikh, and when I put on my uniform I forget I have been a trader, and become a soldier. We Punjabis make good fighters.”