LOCAL AND GENERAL.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVII, Issue 26, 31 May 1915, Page 6

LOCAL AND GENERAL.

An illuminating pamphlet, entitled “Playing the Game—America’s Part,” shows the legal and, moral responsibilities of the United States towards the World War, and what Americans have and ace doing for the Allies and the reason of the desire of Germany to embroil them. A copy of the pamphlet was forwarded by Air C. E. James, stationer, Broadway.

Among the names of the recruits received in Wellington on Monday was that of a German, fairly well known in the city, who was for a while interned on Somes Island. Several men complained of the fact that a prisoner of war, , who was on parole, should be allowed to enlist, and stated that they did not feel at all disposed to go forward in any force which might include him. However, this unpleasant position will not arise, for the man has been scored off the list, and will not be allowed to join the forces. No expense is being spared in making the new Trentham as up-to-date and comfortable as possible for the men in training. The Minister for Defence has now approved of Soldiertown in its permanent form being lighted with electricity, and the Public Works Department has been instructed to put in the necessary installation. Every building will be lighted. The announcement will be welcomed by everyone at Trentham, as the want of proper lighting has been felt badly in the past.

in relating his experiences as a special constable, Mr Lewis Melville, thp author, says:—One of the squad to which I belong, writes Mr Melville, u as a sweep, a man of infinite humor, and a joy to most of us. He was racy oi the soil and his stories could not lie related except under the open sky. 'A e enjoyed his company and he enjoyed ours. “I can get on all right with you,” he said to me one day when we were on duty together, “and T can get on with that fellow that publishes music, and with the man on the Stock Exchange, but I can’t get on with Roberts. We was at the reservoir the other day, and he told me bo was worth £SQOO a year. . . . f

couldn’t find a word to say to him.”